The New Civilization of Witches
Chapter 27 A friendly mockery
Every day the weather was getting colder, and every day Roland woke up more slowly.
As a member of the ruling class, he certainly had the right to lie longer in bed, until the wee hours of the morning.
In particular, every time he slept on the bed of a three-velvet blanket, he felt like he was falling into a soft cloud.
Wandering around in feelings like this can help him improve his mood.
After Roland washed his face and rinsed his mouth, he stepped into his office,
Nightingale had been waiting for him for a long time.
“Well, here's your breakfast. I ate half of it while it was still hot.
But now, cold.” Nightingale said as she pouted and pointed to the table that was left less than half a loaf of bread.
Looking at this scene, it seemed like he was the owner of this place and not Roland.
"Did no one teach you to be humble before a prince?"
Roland reached out to pick up the plate as he sat at his desk,
"I still remember that at first you took etiquette quite seriously."
He breathed in his heart.
He really did not expect that Nightingale would always be nearby instead of accompanying Anna.
It seemed that he was not on a mission but instead was taking a walk in the sunlight. Before, he had always hidden his figure.
But now, as long as there were no outsiders around, she would openly show herself in the office without even wearing a veil.
"Like this?" He jumped off the table and bowed perfectly, too,
“Lately you started waking up late. So, I think eating your breakfast will help you solve this little problem, Your Majesty. ”
he leaned towards Roland, he,
“By the way, you don't care, do you?
I can see that you don't like this boring ritual. “ Comments are exact.
Roland secretly cursed her. Is there something he doesn't see?
He sighed, “Take breakfast with you.
Once you start eating something, you have to finish it. I'll get another one if I want to eat. ”
"As you say, Your Majesty!"
He gently smiled and went to put the plate by his side.
Roland launched an empty parchment, and began to finish the complementary design he had drawn halfway through.
If he wanted to take control of Border Town, it wouldn't be that easy after experiencing a tragic victory in their first fight, so he had to do something.
Moreover, his new army had never seen blood. So Roland was worried that once a huge loss occurred, his newly trained troops would not be able to muster up the courage to stand on the wall.
He needed weapons in his day to gain absolute advantage over demonic beasts. Without a doubt, guns will help.
In fact, this era had all the conditions for weapons to appear. Alchemists often made a powder, called 'snow powder', and used it for palace celebrations.
But this snow powder has the wrong recipe for use as gunpowder, the combustion is slow and the explosion is bigger than the damage it causes.
In the next hundred years, a prototype of – weapons that can be used for war, will probably appear.
Such firearms, due to their complicated operation, require the cooperation of two people to shoot.
Under normal circumstances they were only used as a one-shot weapon. But in terms of shooting speed and strength, they were still not comparable to a trained archer.
Roland was certainly not interested in the repetition of history. With the help of the steam engine and the abilities of the magicians, he could make weapons that had real value.
"I see a purchase order on the table when you fall asleep",
Nightingale swallowed the last piece of bread, and then casually asked,
"What do you plan to do with so much ice?
" It's winter.
If you want to drink frozen beer, you just need to put it outside the house, so why would you buy extra ice? “
Top nobles like to use ice in summer – they use it with saltpeter to enjoy cold milk, fruit juice, or wine.
“To make ice cheese, the current temperature is not low enough,” Roland replied.
Although the woman in front of him was not an enemy, she could not tell everything like she did to Anna.
Steam engines are something different, but things like firearms do not require a high level of technological understanding.
Once spread, their distribution could no longer be controlled. As long as he did not know what kind of person he was, it would be best to keep a few things secret from him.
When he thought up to here, he said pleading with Nightingale,
"Is the Witch Cooperation Association not only looking for the Holy Mountain but also training the witches as assassins?"
"No, they just huddled together to find a cure to end their miserable lives," Nightingale waved her hand indifferently,
"I joined the Witch Cooperation Association, but that was just two years ago."
"In other words, you worked for someone else before?"
His outstanding knife-throwing skills were the result of years of hard practice and good instruction, so Roland could ensure that, if he could,
"So besides me, there are also others who are willing to protect the witches?"
"Shelter place?" Nightingale's face became a little strange, though,
"How is it possible ... If she knew that I was a witch, she wouldn't even let me through her door.
I was worried that he would kill me in secret if I stayed with him after exposing him to it. ”
"Oh?
Can you tell me more?”
Nightingale smiled and shook her head, but this time the smile contained many unknown emotions,
“Your Majesty, you should wait until the time is right before I tell you.
I know what you're worried about, but rest assured. Five years ago I got my freedom, and now I don't have to work for anyone else. “
The verification test failed, it seemed like his charm points were not high enough, ah…
But his answer confirmed at least one of his assumptions – at least five years ago, he was the one involved in some dark business.
it seems that teaching and using Nightingale seems to be a coincidence, and her former employer is unlike her, who intends to employ many witches.
Roland did not pursue this point any further as he leaned over his drawing to finish it off.
After some time he was a little surprised that the normally talkative Nightingale now became quiet,
and the only sound in the room was a blazing fire.
By the time Roland lifted his head to stretch his sore neck, he was unable to detect any signs of him in the office.
"To walk out without saying anything?," he murmured, folding the parchment in his hand and putting it in his personal pocket.
The following days he was busy drawing weapon designs or testing ready-made designs. His intention was to make a famous flintlock firearm.
This kind of weapon has been tested throughout history; the difficulty is to make a weapon similar to the harquebus.
First the gunpowder must be inserted and then the lead ball must be loaded.
Its rate of fire was close to three rounds per minute, so it really did not require much skill to deal with the demonic beasts.
Most of the demon beasts could not climb the wall, so the shooting distance was roughly the same as the height of the wall, which was twelve feet.
At this distance, even with a bad shot, it should be able to hit a savage beast, and the main ball would also not lose much of its strength.
If only the demon beast skins evolved to be as hard as steel, then they could easily be shot and killed.
The disadvantage lies in the production time of the flintlock. It starts with a match lock; the blacksmith must slowly hammer it into shape from the barrel to the trigger.
The entire production of the weapon will take about three months, during which the barrel requires the largest part.
It must first be forged into a thin, cylindrical shape, and then a spiral groove can be carved.
Although without the proper equipment it was quite sophisticated, but it was still possible for a learned blacksmith to make a good barrel.
This was also one of the reasons Roland created the steam engine first. With a steam engine, he could use a steel drill to drill directly into solid iron, so with this the production speed could be increased significantly.
He didn't need an expert blacksmith to do the job, he only needed one table where he could stick the barrel.
