The New Civilization of Witches
Chapter 129: Reopening the Course
The wounded soldiers were quickly healed by Nana, and her ability to rejoin the broken bones was put to good use. Roland sent the First Army back to the camp, and the only ones left on the scene were the heads of the knights, magicians, and some guards.
He walks over to the corpse with a gloomy face and orders Carter to cut the back of the corpse open at the place hit by the bullet.
The hole was about one and a half fingers deep, where it was found that the bullet had broken and the extent of the injury was basically the same as a normal human.
“What do you think of that?” Roland asked Carter.
Carter also seemed a little annoyed, as he might not have expected someone who had never received sword training to be able to use such a move. “It was just empty power and speed, if not for our observation, I would have decapitated him on my first attack.”
“What if he's a knight?”
“This ..” Carter muses. “If he was a knight under the duke, I might still barely be able to handle it, but if it was the Frostwind Knight and the Heart Steel Knight of the king's city knight, but if it was the Frostwind Knight and the Heart Steel Knight of the king's city knight, I might not be able to match.”
Roland declined to comment as they would rely on sword techniques and skills, and perhaps what Carter said was true, but with the armor, the situation would be worse. Assuming the prisoner was wearing heavy armor, with a helmet and a two-handed sword, Carter really could not win easily.
The increase in power is different. They can carry heavier armor and weapons, and increase speed and are able to last longer in battle. Roland thought that he had to refine the idea he had before in Longsong Fortress. “Adrenalin? No, this is much worse than adrenaline, because the hormone can only stimulate the human body's potential. However, the red pill had apparently made the inmates break through its limitations. He was almost comparable to the heavily armed cavalry, especially the speed and momentum he showed while running. ”
The effects of the black pill were just as amazing. He was almost cut in half on his ribs, and even after being shot from close range, they couldn't stop him. If it was an ordinary person, he should have lost his combat effectiveness due to the pain.
A civilian who was not afraid of pain became so powerful. What if it was a group of trained soldiers? Thinking of the words of the high priest, Roland could not help but frown.
“Your Highness,” says Nightingale, “See her skin.”
After the initial red color on the skin of the convict's hands fades, it becomes pale and tangled, like a snake changing skin. Roland stabbed him with the handle of the knife and noticed that there were no solid muscles under the skin and it felt empty. After opening it, he realized that the subcutaneous fat had turned into mucus and the muscles had also shrunk.
“The effect was the same as after swallowing the Stone of God's Retaliation,” he looked at Prince Roland and said, “The pills do contain the ingredients of the stone.
“Only swallowing stones will not produce the effect of increasing strength,” Roland said as he thought, “How do they come out with such unscientific things?”
The pill appears to have strong side effects, and it's unclear if it's permanent or recoverable. Roland thought it was leaning more towards the first one. If it were the latter, a drug similar to a booster of a mixture of morphine and adrenaline would be fully considered a magic war potion, as long as it was distributed according to the recovery time, he said, it would not be surprising for the church to use it to dominate the world.
Although it was for a short duration and there were side effects, but it was also enough for Roland to be vigilant, Roland thought. If the church turns to support Timothy or Garcia, she must confront an army of drug addicts.
It was even more disturbing to Roland that the church was willing to sell such items without considering that the new king would attack them using pills after the reunification of Graycastle. Graycastle could easily recruit cannon fodder on the battlefield quickly compared to the old Holy City and the new. If they joined forces, the Judgement Army would only slowly burn out.
Except ... they have stronger cards in hand and don't care about anything like this.
Roland sighed, he intended to attack Longsong Fortress to resolve the population issues and lack of funds before focusing on education, production, and agriculture to expand Border Town into a city in a short period of time. He thought he would be able to put aside weapons research for now. However, now that it seems that the construction of the army cannot be ruled out, the First Army must continue to expand and the production of firearms must continue as well. New weapons research should also be listed on the agenda as soon as possible. They need to work on breechloaders and fixed charging cartridges.
Roland still did not have a clue about the ignition cartridge used to install the bullet. He only knew that it was called angry mercury. This literally means that the raw material must be composed of nitric acid and mercury. He could not remember whether it was necessary to mix with anything else at this moment. And, he got the impression that there were certain requirements for humidity and temperature during production, and the risk seemed to be rather high that the finger easily slipped off by accident. After some contemplation, he decided to spend more money to recruit a group of alchemists and build a laboratory in a corner of the city so that they could ponder on their own.
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After dinner, Roland called Anna and Scroll to the office.
Now the Border Town's finances had improved, and he would soon put half of his assets to compulsory education.
Industrial societies need workers with basic cultural qualities, rather than the empty brute strength of the illiterate. If universal education does not exist, the demographic bonus will only be a burden on the population.
With such a view, he intended to spend time teaching at school, every night from tonight onwards. Until Scroll mastered the basic knowledge of “Theoretical Foundation of Natural Sciences”, the city should have almost completed the first wave of literacy tasks.
Scroll would be a future educational pioneer and an all-round teacher, so Roland wanted to pass all his knowledge to her. And, he asked Anna to come as a favor.
Anna has no extra memory, but her desire for knowledge and active learning is the most powerful among the witches. He often finds her looking around for books on the bookshelf, and he may have seen all the books over the past six months. In addition, his acceptance of new things and logical ways of thinking is also rarely encountered in this era.
After getting the basic math and physics textbooks that Scroll created with her magic, she started talking about teaching content today.
Anna's comprehension ability is significantly better than Scroll's from the beginning adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing into more complex equations. Regarding physics, Scroll was still memorizing Roland's words and slowly judging while Anna could already ask some questions from time to time.
What the basic particle looks like and why the elementary particle is formed into various forms and so forth.
There were some questions Roland could answer, but some of them he could not answer either.
What magic power really is.
He could only share what he had thought before, saying that the magic power was probably some kind of energy, similar to electricity and heat, and yet, only magicians could use it at the moment. Ordinary people did not have the ability to store and use magic power.
Anna gave a serious expression.
Time always passes quickly when teaching women, especially high-achieving women. The candle had been replaced twice without Roland's knowledge and the new one was already at its end.
Suddenly, Roland heard a soft snoring sound. Nightingale who was lying on the sofa had fallen asleep involuntarily. Maybe the course was like a lullaby to her. The fog had lifted its cover, its completely unelegant sleeping position was visible to the eyes of the three of them.
Roland shook his head helplessly and decided to end the class today here. He took off his coat and gently covered it, blew out the candle and closed the door behind him, while Anna and Scroll tried to hold back the laughter.
