In the office, she once again saw Roland Wimbledon. He was immersed in writing something, probably dealing with government affairs. At this time, the sun was already setting in the west, the sky was dyed with a touch of gold. The afterglow passed through the glass window, leaving a long shadow in front of the table.
Until the Prince put down the quill, Ashes opened her mouth and said: "I won."
"Indeed, you won." The other side simply nodded.
Such a straightforward attitude surprised her a little. She thought that Roland would quibble, she didn't expect him to recognize the result.
"But I admit that you have the ability to fight against the God's Punishment Army." She said, "The God's Punishment Army is not invulnerable. Their strength and body are similar to mine, but they lack the ability to think, which is why I can deal with three of them at the same time. According to the previous test, if the Knight's opponents were the God's Punishment Army, I think they would only attack from the front. Therefore, the God's Punishment Army can't be sent alone like the Army of Judges. If I'm not wrong, the Church needs to send someone to lead them in battle. "
"Thank you," Roland smiled. "This information is very important."
"What is the new weapon in the hands of the Knight?"
"A flintlock," he said, "In the future, my soldiers will use this weapon. Even an unarmed farmer can defeat a well-trained Army of Judges with a flintlock."
Ashes hesitated, "Can you give me a flintlock?"
"Only if you join the Witch Union," Roland said, "After all, this kind of thing is still very rare at present."
The other's refusal was expected, she exhaled, "I must meet with Tilly as soon as possible. Tomorrow morning, I will leave Border Town. If you can't hold on, you can move to the Fjords to take refuge. "
He nodded, "You too, don't forget to tell this news to my dear sister, there is still a place for witches in the Western Region of Graycastle."
"…" Ashes was silent for a moment, "I will think about it."
Just as she was about to leave the office, the Prince stopped her, "Wait, I have a gift for you, it's behind the door."
Gift?
Startled, she turned around and saw a huge sword placed by the door. Because it was blocked by the door, she did not notice it when she came in.
"Your longsword can no longer be used, so I asked Anna to cut one for you. This isn't an inferior pig iron sword, it's made of pure steel."
Indeed, its entire body was smooth and uniform, reflecting an orange-red metallic luster under the setting sun. She walked forward and gently stroked the sword. She could see that the thickness of the sword was very uniform, and there were traces of quenching on one side of the blade. There was no doubt that this was an excellent quality weapon. The only thing that puzzled Ashes was its shape. Compared to the standard double-edged sword, it only had a blade on one side. The other side was about the width of a little finger, without a sword tip, and its head was trapezoidal. Most peculiar of it all was the front of the sword. Besides the strange talisman markings inscribed on it, there was a round protrusion at the side of the blade that hadn't been sharpened, and it was painted gold, causing it to be extremely striking.
Although she didn't want to admit that she liked it, she couldn't help but reach out and pick it up.
"Why does it look so … strange?"
"Because this isn't an ordinary weapon," Roland said with a smile. "Its name is Ashes Emissary. Compared to your previous white greatsword, it can be regarded as a legendary item. "
"…" Ashes decided not to delve into the inexplicable words that came out of his mouth. "In that case, I'll accept it. In return, I'll give you a gift. "
"Oh? What is it? "The Prince asked curiously.
She didn't answer and left the room.
*
Early the next morning, Roland opened the door and saw Nightingale sitting at the desk with a piece of dried fish in her mouth.
"They're gone."
"Both of them left?"
'Yes, 'she answered languidly.' She was on her way at first light, and Wendy went to see her off. '
Roland couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Vendy was full of concern for any of her sisters, not to mention the witch who had saved her from harm and indirectly helped her escape from the monastery. He had thought that Vendy would leave with Ashes, but he didn't expect that she would be the first to refuse the other's invitation.
In the end, the Witch Union still had twelve people, which filled Roland with enthusiasm.
"Do you think they will really tell the news here to the witches on the other side of the sea?"
"Maybe they will, maybe they won't." He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. "But when they encounter difficulties that they can't solve, they will always think of Border Town."
Closing his eyes, Roland went through the memories of Prince Roland in his mind.
Tilly didn't walk close to him, or rather, she kept a certain distance from everyone, even Wimbledon III. In addition to her beautiful appearance and outstanding intelligence since childhood, there wasn't much information left in his mind about her.
When Princess Tilly began to secretly shelter witches, and when she planned to go to the Fjords, Roland didn't know anything. But no matter what, she was a natural ally that could be won over. After all, fighting against the Church was their common goal at this stage.
As for sending Theo to spread the news, it wasn't in vain. The awakening of witches was a random event, and it was impossible for Tilly to take away all the witches. Especially after the withdrawal of the organization, the newly awakened witches would be even more eager to find a place to live.
Now that he knew the information about the God's Punishment Army, the next thing he needed to do was to expand the production of the double acid.
More efficient gunpowder and explosives couldn't be separated from nitric acid and sulfuric acid. After the First Army changed to a revolving rifle, the rifled barrel with fixed bullets would greatly improve the shooting accuracy. Therefore, the significance of training became particularly important. In the era without the suppression of the barrage, a veteran with excellent archery was worth ten recruits who randomly shot. At that time, the consumption of bullets would be an astonishing number.
Moreover, the black powder would remain in the barrel, blocking the rifling and reducing the service life of the barrel. Only smokeless gunpowder could solve this problem. The early smokeless gunpowder was actually nitrocellulose, and later it was a mixture of nitrocellulose and nitrocellulose. Now, the amount of nitric acid used to soak the sealing collodion was quite insufficient, not to mention replacing all of it with collodion.
After all, the laboratory method could only be used for small-scale production. If they wanted to meet the needs of the army, industrial production was necessary. Unfortunately, in the face of a completely unfamiliar chemical industry, Roland couldn't think of any good solutions.
In addition to this, education couldn't be neglected. Not only the popularization of primary cultural knowledge, but also ideological transformation needed to be implemented as soon as possible. The natives had gone through the test of the Months of Demons, and with the propaganda of the First Army, they had a higher recognition of the witches, but the outsiders still accepted the ideas instilled by the Church. Nowadays, the foreign population of Border Town was increasing rapidly, especially the serfs. They were still living in wooden sheds by the Redwater River, which could be regarded as the outer city of Border Town. But once they were promoted to free people, they would inevitably gradually move into the city. At that time, it would be too late to change their ideas.
He had to come up with a kind of moisturizing and silent transformation method that could be easily accepted by the general public.
…
After thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and suddenly found that Nightingale was watching him from the side. The moment their eyes met, she subconsciously turned her head away.
"Ah … yes, I forgot to tell you one thing," the witch looked out of the window, pretending to be nonchalant. "Vendy asked me to pass on a message to you."
"What?" Roland asked.
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