Chapter 370: Your lung function is much worse than his!
The obstacles that Gretel couldn't overcome even if he tried to break his head became easy when he got to Prince Rosegar.
I don’t know who said what, but by the time Gretel reacted, a large group of dwarves were already noisily lining up outside the forge:
"Me! I came first!"
"Let me go first!"
"Let me blow it too!"
Grete had to quickly make a bunch of forms. He wrote one by hand, and then used [Scribe] to change one into two, two into four, and four into eight... Fortunately, his space bag was big enough, and he had enough daily miscellaneous things.
, so that there is no risk of shortage of materials.
A dozen scribes took pictures one after another, and the data tables piled up in a thick pile. Soon, Gretel assumed the posture of a medical examiner and sat down in front of the table seriously:
"……Name?"
"Bonun Firehammer."
"age?"
"121 years old."
"Profession?"
"Patrol member."
"What level of warrior?"
"Level 4."
"Smoking?"
"It will definitely smoke!"
"How old are you when you start working as a miner? How old are you when you start foundry? How old are you when you join the patrol?"
"I started learning mining at the age of 62...I started learning casting at the age of 81...I just joined the patrol team last year..."
Very good, 60 years of exposure to dust. Gretel did some mental calculations and secretly complained that the dwarf's constitution is too buggy, so he can still be alive and kicking - if it were a human, even if the duration of exposure to dust is not taken into account, directly converted by age, 15 years of continuous exposure to dust +
Pneumoconiosis can also develop to stage II due to heavy manual labor, right?
He silently cursed and smiled, released a [Detection Magic], and looked up. Behind Bonun, the barbarian was holding his [Endless Ink Pen] and standing seriously on the background. The magic aura came from the dwarf.
The back is exposed, illuminating a small group of shadows in the lungs, which are not obvious but cannot be ignored.
Tsk, after 60 years of exposure to dust, I still have some lung shadows. Grete made a note on the form, took an alcohol cotton ball from the bottle, wiped the funnel at the top of the glass tube, and handed it to Bonun:
"Come on, let's blow here..."
One person was tested in one minute, and 60 in one hour. After working for three hours at a stretch, Grete lay on the table, too tired to even move - but that was not possible, he still had to organize the data, sort it by age, by age.
Gender, according to exposure time, according to combat level...
"Ah - why didn't the tower spirit help me sort it out -"
He misses the Tower Spirit of the Tower of Babel! Spread out the paper, put it underneath and scan it. Decades of data can be entered, sorted and calculated for you! It is fast, accurate in calculation, and comes with quality certification. It is produced by Tower Spirit and must be a high-quality product.
!
"Wake up, it's impossible." Master Ximond floated by and complained:
"There is a floating mage tower that can move, even for level 15 mages. Wherever you want to go, the tower spirit will take you wherever you want to advance to legend!"
Grete threw his head on the desk.
After smashing, the work has to continue. The generator is spinning, the electrolyzer is beeping and steaming, and the white fire is flying in the furnace. With the blessing of technological power, the speed of smelting iron ore is unusually fast, far ahead of other teams.
Such achievements are like a royal flag raised high, attracting dwarves to come to visit in an endless stream.
And Gretel was sitting at the door, waiting for the rabbit... no, waiting for the dwarves. When he saw one, he pulled one:
"Have you ever blown it? Come and blow it and see who has the strongest breath! So far, the highest record is held by Raizel from the Steel Hammer tribe, 6500 ml, and no one has broken it yet!"
"Come on, come on!"
Another dwarf jumped up eagerly.
First came the Fire Hammer Tribe, then the Steel Hammer Tribe, and then the dwarves who usually lived outside the royal court and only came here during the King Selection period also flocked to visit. Prince Rothergar welcomed all comers and worked hard.
, let them look at it as they please.
Soon, Gretel saw members of the King Selection Team from the Steel Hammer Tribe, Silver Beard Tribe, and even the Black Rock Tribe among the visitors.
——That’s right, I’m talking about that priest, from the Glorious Holy See!
Gretel winked silently. Bernard turned around and entered the forging room, dragged a wooden box and sat down on it.
The black-robed priest didn't seem to notice his actions. He stood in the queue of the dwarves, saw the spinning coils from the steam engine, then saw the steaming electrolyzer, and finally marveled at the steady white fire.
After completing one lap, he left quietly without taking out his notebook to record anything on the spot.
Gretel pretended not to see it. He continued to greet the dwarves warmly:
"Come and have a blast! Challenge the record!"
As soon as the Black Rock Tribe people left the forging room, Archmage Serrano appeared. The high-level mage flicked his fingers, erected a sound barrier, and immediately grabbed Gray:
"You're just going to let them see it?"
——Secret! Big secret! Big secret that may greatly improve smelting efficiency!
Let the people of the Glory Holy See see it as they please?
"No problem." Grete raised a smile. He led the Archmage into the forging room and pointed under Bernard:
"Here's the secret!"
In the wooden box, the blue light emitted by the mercury arc rectifier was completely blocked by the wooden box.
The secret of the steam engine cannot be kept secret for long. As long as it is spread over a large area among the dwarf tribes and spreads to the Holy See, it is only a matter of time; however, the machining accuracy, sealing gaskets, and subsequent applications of the steam engine are what the parliament needs to hold in its hands.
As for oxygen blowing smelting——
Just kidding, if you can't convert AC to DC, you can pass AC current directly into the water and you won't be able to get anything out of it!
Besides, even if you know that direct current is needed, do you know what liquid can be electrolyzed? Do you know that before electrolyzing water, you must add sodium hydroxide to the water? Do you know that pure oxygen comes out of one opening and hydrogen gas comes out of the other opening, and the hydrogen gas must be properly guided
Get out or it will explode?
Archmage Serrano couldn't help laughing. He nodded to Gretel a few times, turned and left. Gretel shrugged at his back, returned to the door of the forging room, and raised his smile again:
"Who else hasn't boasted? Come over and challenge the record!"
Everyone has been working hard for a whole day. All the ore the team dragged back has been smelted into iron blocks. Judging from the size, it is enough to build two sets of full-body armor-plus two dwarf battle axes and two war hammers.
Early the next morning, Jinna dismantled the generator and electrolyzer, and reconnected the forging hammer to the steam engine. Gretel, on the other hand, took the tests, records, and data compiled all night long to find Prince Rosegar.
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"Results of a wide range of tests. At the same combat level, dwarves who have been exposed to dust - that is, engaged in mining, smelting, casting, and often exposed to mineral dust and smoke, for less than 40 years, on average, are better than dwarves who have been exposed to dust for more than 60 years.
Lung capacity should be more than 10% higher."
Moreover, the proportion of dwarfs who have been exposed to dust for more than 60 years has a much higher proportion of lung shadows. Obviously, even if they have not yet developed stage I pneumoconiosis, long-term mining-related work has damaged their lung function.
Gretel's face was solemn. Rothega also straightened her face: "So?"
"So, if that Kai has been running around in the wilderness and rarely engaged in mining and casting, his lung capacity, that is, his breath, is likely to be 10% higher than yours. In battle, this is a very disadvantageous factor."
Grete bent down slightly, and the tables in his hands were criss-crossed, with rows of data clearly listed. Prince Rosegar stood on tiptoes, looked at his hand for a while, and frowned:
"So, what should we do?"
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