Chapter 14 Unexpected Visitor

Author: Ivan the Terrible

Chapter 14 Unexpected Visitor

"In other words, you want me to develop a metal tube that can withstand the explosion of gunpowder? Then the gunpowder explosion pushes the projectile in the metal tube to be ejected?"

The next day after Dilban settled in his room, soldiers came to inform him that the commander had summoned him. Dilban did not dare to relax and quickly packed his clothes to come.

Dilban was very nervous. Although his family had a powerful warlock, and it was through his relationship that he came to this famous territory, but the elders in the family also clearly told him that after this incident, that

The old warlock is unlikely to help him in the future, so he has to rely on himself in the future.

The old warlock has always been very cold towards his brother's descendants. If it were not for family responsibility, he would not even do this.

Although the old warlock was very negative, his help still played a huge role.

For example, Dilban knew that many mentors' apprentices had to do some things for their teachers, but he would never encounter such a situation. For the sake of the warlock in his family, the mentor did not dare to do this to him.

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That's why he seemed so active and quickly went to the commander's room without showing any arrogance of a warlock.

And he doesn't have the capital to be proud now. His abilities are still too low. He is a complete rookie. As a newly graduated apprentice, he can only be said to be qualified.

After knocking on the door, he hesitated for a while, then gathered his mood before knocking on the door.

Dilban was very afraid of Herme. Herme was only a few years older than him, but she was able to become the master of such a large territory and manage it so well.

Moreover, the strong self-confidence exuded by Hermey made Dilban feel inferior to others.

When he came in, the commander was dining, and there was a roast leg of lamb on his table.

Herme ignored the fat on it, picked up the leg of lamb very skillfully, cut off the meat with a dagger, dipped it in the salt dish, and put it in her mouth.

After those ritualistic words, Hermey stated his request, followed by Dilban's words.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I need."

Herme dropped the bones and picked up a napkin to wipe the grease from her hands.

"There is also a group of craftsmen to cooperate with your work, Master Dilban. Your leadership will definitely make this work complete quickly. After the work is completed, as a reward, I will give you a huge donation."

Yes, what Hemei wants to toss about now is artillery.

The world of the Witcher itself has had gunpowder technology for a long time. Gunpowder has long been widely used in mining. The dwarves of Mahakam even played with this thing, but this world did not use muskets and artillery.

science and technology.

Not long after Heme came to Sazarburg, he made the decision to develop artillery.

Since the gunpowder technology here is mature and the emergence of muskets and artillery is just one idea away, then use it to build an advantage for your army.

This advantage will last for three to five years. Just seize the time to put this weapon on the battlefield and maintain this advantage during the three to five years that will change the situation of the entire world.

As for why it lasted only three to five years, it was precisely because the emergence of muskets and artillery was just an idea away.

You know, the gunpowder in this world can already be used to commit treasury robberies. The quality of the gunpowder must be sufficient, so after everyone realizes the principle of this weapon, it can be said to be extremely simple to learn.

As for why warlocks are allowed to lead the research, it is because the warlocks in the world of demon hunters are not just a bunch of beings who can throw fireballs.

In fact, among warlocks, there are very few combat warlocks. Most warlocks are essentially life-studies.

This is why in this world with backward productivity, there are always some beings and thoughts that are beyond productivity. Warlocks are always producing things that exceed the level of productivity.

Although the radiation affects only the middle and upper classes, it is enough to have some impact.

The role of warlocks in scientific research is huge. The scenes of studying at Ban Ade Academy in Herme's memory made him know better than anyone in the territory that the experiments conducted by those professors were even close to the level of modern science.

However, due to the backward large-scale production environment, they are unable to transform their results into commodities, and can only radiate to a small number of people at most.

Therefore, if there is a warlock in Hemei's artillery research, then they can accurately understand the impact of the gunpowder explosion on the barrel.

With such data, research will definitely gain a speed bonus, and artillery will be produced faster.

For the artillery, Herme spent a lot of money. Copper, iron and gunpowder were all purchased from Aden at a high price. Of course, he hoped to succeed sooner, because this was a waste of money.

But it is worth it to master the artillery technology as soon as possible. Anyway, he does not use it immediately after mastering it. Instead, he hides the artillery as a chassis and uses it when the time is right.

The period of time between that "appropriate time" is enough for Hemei to solve other problems affecting artillery production.

"Lord Hemei, I will definitely complete your mission."

Dilban agreed quickly, with a very firm tone. His determination was not because of Herme's promise of remuneration, but because he could lead such a project that obviously invested a lot of money when he arrived.

In Herme's description, he realized that this project would cost a huge amount of money.

Originally, in his expectation, he would have to work in the baron for ten or twenty years before he would have such an opportunity, but now, the commander had given such a big project to a young man like him.

This kind of trust and respect made Dilban's mood suddenly excited. No one at Ban Ade College had ever given him such trust, let alone executing such a large project.

"Captain Malendo will give you the information as soon as possible, Master. I hope you can start working as soon as possible."

Herme was very satisfied with Dilban. This young man did not behave like the students of Ben Ade College. That college had always been lax in its management of students, and the local residents did not have a good view of the students.

This young man does not yet have the arrogance and pretentiousness of a sorcerer. Hermena has seen many arrogant so-called masters in her memory of Ben Ad's studies.

Dilban naturally went to work on the new job he had obtained, while Herme picked up a report sent by the attendant. Looking at the report, Herme's face became serious.

And the name of that report was, "Report on Rumors of Famine in the Hacklan Grassland."

After the heavy snowfall in winter, Herme was keenly aware of the possible impact of this incident, so she sent people to investigate.

He knew the damage winter could do to the nomadic economy, so after seeing the heavy snowfall, he became particularly concerned about it and paid attention to the situation in the Harklan grassland further east.

He sent people to consciously collect information east of the Zar River, and the rich fruit he finally bore was the report in front of him.

As he read, Herme's expression became more and more serious. The impact of that winter was much more severe than he thought.

Just when Herme was about to hold a meeting to discuss how to deal with new problems, his attendants brought another letter. After reading it, Herme immediately ordered the guards to prepare for a long journey. A week later, he had to meet an important person.

"Really, that person actually made an appointment with me at this time, what a surprise..."

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As a prosperous city, Sazha Fort can always attract all kinds of people, and now two heavyweights have come to his territory.

If Hemei knew about it, he would have to come out quickly and take a look, because the person who came was the protagonist of this world.

"Is this Sazha Castle? Well, this place is indeed full of life as the gryphon sect demon hunter said, and most people don't look at me like a freak."

In front of the gate of Sazha Castle, a man with white hair and two swords on his back paid the city entry tax of two copper coins and said in his hoarse voice.

The local buildings are distributed in an orderly manner. It is obvious that the rulers of this place have made plans long ago. The roads are paved with neat wooden boards, just like those in the forest.

The residents here are obviously not ordinary people. In so many years, this is the first time he has seen such a scene where everyone is armed with a sword. It can be said that armed elements can be seen everywhere.

He entered the city maintaining the look of a cold and tough guy, looking at the prying eyes with his vertical pupils.

This is also his habit. Showing such an expression can always avoid trouble to the greatest extent.

But what made him very comfortable was that there was not much discrimination or strangeness in these eyes, which made him regret it a little.

But the sound that came from behind immediately made him unable to hold back any longer.

"Oh, the scene here is really different from the north. Look, Geralt, that man's hat is really interesting, and that horse. Wow, this is the first time I have seen such a horse. This is Huck.

A product of Lan?"

The poet, who was wearing a purple hat and purple clothes, was shouting, carrying a lute on his waist. The sound was very harsh in the ears of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man felt that if he continued like this, people who had no discrimination against him would look at him strangely.

"That's enough, Dandelion. Stop yelling like a peasant woman. Shut up. Damn it, for the sake of the plague, don't look at anyone like that again."

Along the way, the white-haired man had endured the poet's nagging, but now, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

And what happened next was as always, the poet immediately pushed back,

"My eyes are on my face. You can't restrict people from seeing things they haven't seen before. This is his freedom to make evaluations..."

"Shut up, I said shut up, Dandelion."

The white-haired man obviously understood the nature of his friend, so he told him to shut up twice in succession, and then pulled him away from the street.

"I suspect that if you keep talking too much and commenting on pedestrians, someone will really come and beat you. This is not the north. Didn't you see that those people carry weapons with them?"

In the alley, the white-haired man said, and the poet finally shut up.

"I came here to make money. There will definitely be many places where Xili will need money in the future, so I walked to Hacklan. And then you shamelessly wanted to come with me, causing me to be held back for no reason.

So don't make trouble and don't cause trouble for me."

"It's that girl again. The witcher turned into an old father who worked hard for his daughter's future overnight. This is really strange. I guess this is fate, but that's why I came here. This Hacklan

Maybe this trip will bring me some kind of inspiration. In addition, Geralt, what you said is wrong. Maybe I will earn more this trip. People here hear that I am a master.

When you come to such a remote place, you will definitely be filled with enthusiasm."

As if to prove the authenticity of his words, Dandelion walked to the street with his head held high, found a box and stood on it.

"Folks, cheer, I, Dandelion, the famous art master in the north, have come to your humble town, and I will bring you wonderful art!"

But to Dandelion's surprise, there was no enthusiastic expression from the people as he had imagined. In fact, most people just glanced at him and continued busy with their own affairs.
To be continued...