It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 365: Master version of mining operation, do you want to know more? (Red Comet Maswan Reward Update 2)
Chapter 365: Master version of mining operation, do you want to know more? (Red Comet Maswan Reward Update 2)
Gretel was thrust into the king-selecting team with his eyes darkened.
He doesn't know how to mine, smelt, or cast. The only thing he knows is healing and magic. If his teammates are not injured, he is actually of little use.
...In order to ensure his safety, Bernard must occupy an additional pit.
Due to all this, Gretel always felt that he would not be too popular in the king-selecting team. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the hall with Bernard, he was greeted with warm applause.
"Mr. Nordmark!"
The candidate of the Fire Hammer Tribe, the third prince of the Dwarf King, Rotherga, walked over first. He smiled brightly, and although he was only as tall as Gretel's chest, he held his right hand and shook it up and down, but he was not light at all.
:
"Thank you for your help in the next month!"
Grete shook his hand back hard. His Royal Highness's hand was very strong, but he restrained his strength so as not to hurt his hand. After shaking it twice, he turned to Bernard again:
"welcome!"
Grete resisted and did not turn his head. The scene in front of him was really horrific: the dwarf prince was only a little more than half the size of a barbarian. The two shook hands, Rotherga had to stretch his arms upward, and Bernard had to bend down...
Here we shake hands, and over there Gavin has already pulled Gretel and walked forward happily. As he walked, he introduced to him:
"This is Feilai, the strongest shield warrior in the Royal City Guards. He can lift the tower shield with one hand!"
Felai grinned. His face was covered with beard, and even when he spoke, his mouth was buried in the beard, making it almost impossible to see clearly:
"Mr. Master, thank you for your hard work! I heard what Gavin said about what you have done. You are his friend and a friend of all of us!"
"This is Hanna, the son of Master Flor. The weapons he forged, the best warriors in the royal city are clamoring for!"
Hanna stretched his neck and listened to their words. After listening for a while, he straightened his face and stretched out his hand to Grete. His eyes may have been staring at the fire for a long time, and they were always squinting slightly, looking at
Gretel is no exception.
Gretel quickly stretched out his hand to hold his hand, and when speaking, he also raised his voice. Gavin looked at him with a smile, and then pulled him to the next person:
"This is Jin Na, she is... my fiancée!"
"fiancée?!"
Grete was startled and looked at Gavin with new eyes. How old are you, buddy? Master Tarbot is 352 years old. You are his grandson, so you should be over 100 years old!
Well, Immortal Seed, willful...
Jin Na immediately received his gaze. The female dwarf took a step forward and raised her head high:
"What, you're surprised?"
"I just didn't know he actually had a fiancée." Grete smiled and stretched out her hand. Jinna shook his hand hard, her strength not inferior to the previous ones:
"Even though I'm a woman, if I want to design machinery and make some novel things, none of them can do it for me! Mr. Master, I've seen that steam engine, it's very interesting. If you have time, can I ask you for advice?"
Women in the dwarf kingdom mostly spend their daily lives weaving, cooking, making furniture, and raising livestock. However, Jinna refuses to admit defeat and insists on learning mining and blacksmithing like her brothers. She is not as strong as men, but she loves to ponder and is self-sufficient in mechanics.
He has talent. It was also because of this ability that Prince Rosega brought him in when he organized the team.
"Of course!" Grete held her hand and shook it vigorously:
"But I'm not mechanical, I just have some ideas. Don't laugh at me then!"
The seven people stayed together in the royal court that night, and set out from the royal court early the next morning. The king-selection ceremony was a grand event that occurred once every few hundred years in the dwarf kingdom. Seven teams lined up in a square formation at the entrance of the palace.
The seven candidates stepped forward one after another. This time, it was not Prince Rosega who took the lead, but the last candidate who stood up at yesterday's banquet. He took out a silver lot from the gold box in the king's hand.
, looked at it, held it in his hand and retreated.
The seven candidates drew lots one after another, and in the hands of Prince Rothega, only the last one was left. Gretel stood in the second to last row and had no idea what they were drawing. He only saw Gavin poking at it.
The back of the person in front:
"Where? Where?"
"Later! Let's see when we get out!"
The people in front of him turned their heads and answered. The team quickly began to move, one team after another, filing forward. The king and the elders personally poured the wine and handed it to everyone one by one.
Gretel looked around in the team, and sure enough he saw barbarians, the blond orcs he had dealt with, and a somewhat familiar priest. He was dressed in black robes, with curly brown hair, and he was holding the Holy Spirit on his chest with his eyes lowered.
Hui. It looked like he was just immersed in a conversation with God.
emmm... If he remembered correctly, he had met this priest before when he was treating the little boy with Peutz-Jeghers Syndrome in the hotel?
Gretel took the wine bowl from the old king's hand. Fortunately, the bowl was not big, and the alcohol content was not high, and it was not much stronger than wine. He drank it in one gulp, followed the team, and moved straight forward. The surrounding cheers
The sound has been heard in waves.
Starting from the entrance of the palace, the streets are deserted. There is a straight avenue that leads to the melting pot in the center, and then goes around the melting pot. The roadside is densely packed with people, not only shouting the names of the candidates, but also people like Gretel.
Outsiders, people kept saying hello:
"Mr. Pastor, my son's fever broke last night!"
"Mr. Pastor, my father did as you asked and he is much better these days!"
"Mr. Pastor..."
After finally walking this way and seeing the light of day when they came out of the cave, a few dwarves gathered in a group. Gavin was the first to get together:
"Where where?"
"Which mine are we going to?"
Gretel stood aside blankly. Prince Rosegar smiled and explained to him:
"Seven teams, each digging their own mines, cannot all be crowded together. Each time, the ministers and elders inspect together and select seven similar mines, and the candidates draw lots one by one."
The dwarf Wang Ting originally chose the mineral veins. There are countless mines of various sizes within dozens of miles around. The mines extracted in this way are all very similar in terms of types and grades of ores. As for what can be dug out after entering the mines
How many ores and whether the ores dug out are good or not depends on each team.
After leaving the royal court, the seven teams exploded like fireworks, each heading for their respective destinations. The ticket Prince Rothega got said that the Alenbe Mine was written on it. There were two hills to climb from the royal court.
The group of people arrived at their destination and were still settling in. Prince Rosega rolled up his sleeves and dived into the mine.
"Let him go in alone?"
Gretel's eyes followed his back, dumbfounded. Gavin spread his hands:
"It's okay, this guy is the best at mineral processing. Let him decide which area to dig first, and then we go in and start work. This is the fastest."
Okay, I don’t know much about the skills of your dwarves. Gretel was relieved and silently used his mage’s hands to sort out the wood, light a fire and boil water, and prepare to take a bath. The water in the cauldron has just boiled and has not yet been poured into the bucket, Gavin
Suddenly he rushed in with an angry look on his face:
"asshole!"
"What?"
Grete and Bernard stopped together. Gavin glanced at the room and immediately twitched the corners of his mouth:
The bones of a dwarf's body are made of iron. As long as they are not seriously ill, everyone has to carry a bucket of cold water and pour it directly on their heads when taking a bath. Only Gretel not only has to take a hot bath, but there are buckets floating around the room and invisible servants.
Get him some water!
What exactly is cleansing used for?
He moved his eyes away from the bucket. There were noisy footsteps, and several other dwarves followed. Gavin said angrily:
"That guy from the Black Rock Tribe brought a Digger into their team! This is simply cheating!"
Grete was shocked. He had seen the ground-digging bug in the parliamentary atlas. The adult bug was two feet in diameter and four to five meters long. It lived on ore. It ate and pulled in the mine.
He can eat as much ore as his body weight in a day.
The hard shell formed on its body is these ores, metal extracted by the instinct of demonic insects. It can be cast directly by knocking it off, without having to bother to smelt it. The only problem is that this kind of demonic insect is quite rare and not easy.
Tamed, only the caster can control -
That Kai of the Black Rock Tribe could work with diggers. Without even thinking about it, Gretel felt that it must be the conspiracy of the Lord of Glory Church.
"Is the news correct?"
He asked. Feilai, Hanna, Jinna and others also asked in confusion:
"How big is that digger?"
"Is it an adult insect?"
"How long does it take for a shell to form?"
"The news must be true!" Gavin patted his chest:
"You don't know me yet. I have brothers everywhere! It's a letter from the brothers in the mine over there. The patrol just brought it! I don't know how old the bug is. They only released it after they entered the depths of the mine.
My brother just took a look at it from a distance. If you want to know the details, you have to wait until tomorrow."
He is still a good communicator! Gretel was impressed. Everyone was talking about it, and Hanna said with a frown:
"If the worms are big enough and have enough shells, they can wear a full set of armor. In that case, the advantage will be huge..."
"Don't we wear a full set of armor?" Gretel was surprised when he heard this statement for the first time. The dwarves turned to him one after another:
"It's very difficult to fight with a full set of armor!"
"There is too much ore to dig out! We don't have enough time to dig it out!"
"Even if we can dig out so much ore and transport it back to refine the molten iron, we still have to hammer it out!"
Gretel lowered his head and pondered. According to the rules of the King Selection Battle, candidates can only fight with newly forged equipment. There is a huge gap between just holding a weapon and wearing a full set of armor. If the two sides have similar combat levels, it will almost be the same.
No need to fight!
"I have found a good vein of minerals!" Prince Rosega walked in suddenly, his eyes were shining and there was sweat on his forehead. Seeing that everyone looked bad, he stopped and lowered his voice:
"What's wrong?"
The dwarves answered each other word by word. Prince Rothergar listened in silence, smiled, and patted Gavin on the shoulder:
"It doesn't matter. What others do is their business. We just have to do our best. Since we need a lot of ore, let's start digging from now on!"
"good!"
The dwarves were gearing up and stood up one after another, even the female dwarf Jinna was no exception. Only Gretel sat still, watching them get tools one by one, and raised a hand:
"I said...do you want to try mining methods other than iron pickaxes?"
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