The weather was getting colder day by day, and Roland also got up later and later.
As the ruling class, he certainly had the right to sleep late. Especially the big bed with three layers of velvet blankets, when he lay down, his whole body would be surrounded by softness, which encouraged him to stay in bed.
When Roland finished washing up and walked into the office, Nightingale was already there waiting for him.
"Well, your breakfast, I ate half of it while it was still hot, and now it's cold," she pointed at the half of the bread on the table, as if she was the owner of the place.
"Didn't anyone teach you to be humble in front of the prince?" Roland reached out his hand to push away the plate and sat back at the desk, "I remember that at the beginning you were still very polite."
He sighed from the bottom of his heart, he really didn't see that this girl was actually a familiar person, not accompanying Anna, but running to his office to stroll around. Before, she would hide her figure, but now as long as there were no outsiders, she would openly wander around the office, even without a hood.
"Like this?" She jumped off the table and bowed impeccably, "You have been getting up later and later recently, I saw that breakfast was just sitting there, so I helped you a little. Your Highness, "she moved closer to Roland," Anyway, you don't care, right? And you don't like those cumbersome etiquette, I can see that. "
Do you have the Heaven's Eye, Roland thought, you can see that?
He sighed, "Do as you please, but after you eat breakfast, you must finish it. If I want to eat again, I will order another. "
"Yes, Your Highness!" She smiled gently, picked up the plate and ran to the side.
Roland spread out a blank piece of parchment, ready to complete the design drawing that he had drawn yesterday.
If he wanted to defend Border Town, the battle after the arrival of winter could not be a pyrrhic victory. Although an army that had not seen blood was not a qualified army, Roland was worried that if there was a big loss, this group of people who had been trained for a short time would not have the courage to stand on the wall.
He needed a revolutionary weapon to gain an absolute advantage over the demonic beasts.
Without a doubt, it was a musket.
In fact, this era already had all the conditions for firearms to appear. Alchemists often made a substance known as snow powder, which was used in court ceremonies. This thing was gunpowder with the wrong formula. It burned slowly, and when it was put into a copper tube, it would only make a sound.
In about another hundred years, the prototype of the flintlock, the Flintlock Gun, would appear. Due to the cumbersome operation of this firearm, it required the cooperation of two people to complete the loading and firing action. Under normal circumstances, it could only be used as a single-shot weapon. Moreover, its firing speed and power were inferior to that of a well-trained archer.
Of course, Roland wasn't interested in repeating history. Just like the steam engine, he could use the witches' ability to create a gun with actual combat value.
"I looked at the order on the table before you came." Nightingale swallowed the last piece of bread and asked casually, "Why do you plan to buy so many Ice Rays? It's winter now. If you want to drink chilled ale, why don't you just leave it outside for the night? "
The upper nobles liked to use Ice Ray, or saltpeter, to make ice in the summer, and then cool down their milk, wine, or fruit juice. Thanks to the season, the purchase price of saltpeter was very low.
"To make iced cheese, the current temperature is not low enough, it needs to be frozen," Roland said.
Although the woman in front of him wasn't an enemy, he didn't know everything about her like Anna did. Unlike the steam engine, the musket didn't have many technical barriers. Once it was spread, it would obviously be detrimental to his farming plan. Before he understood her details, it was better to hide some things from her. Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "In addition to searching for the Holy Mountain, is the Witch Cooperation Association also responsible for training killers?"
"No, they are just a group of poor people gathered together for a dream," Nightingale waved her hand, "I joined the Witch Cooperation Association only two years ago."
"In other words, you were working for someone else before?" Her beautiful throwing skills couldn't have been thrown without several years of hard practice, Roland was very sure of this, "In addition to me, there are other people willing to take in witches?"
"Take in?" Nightingale's expression became a little strange, "How could it be … if he knew that I would become a witch, he wouldn't even let me through the door. As for later, if I wasn't still useful to him, I'm afraid I would have already been secretly executed. "
"Oh? Can you tell me about it? "
Nightingale smiled and shook her head, but this time there were some unknown emotions in her smile, "Your Royal Highness, when the time is right, I will tell you. I know what you are worried about, please rest assured, I was already free five years ago, I don't need to work for anyone anymore. "
Negotiation failed, it seems that my Charm attribute isn't high … But her answer also confirmed my thoughts – at least five years ago, she had done some things for someone that couldn't see the light of day. Fortunately, his use of Nightingale seemed to be a coincidence, and not like me, who intended to recruit witches.
Roland didn't ask again, he lowered his head and continued to draw his own drawings.
To his slight surprise, Nightingale, who usually loved to come forward, had become quiet at the moment, and only the sound of the burning fire could be heard in the room. When Roland raised his head to move his sore neck, she had already disappeared from the office.
"She left without saying a word," he muttered, folded the parchment in his hand, and put it in his pocket.
After a few days of busy work, with this drawing, the design of the weapon – or rather, the reproduction, was completely completed.
The weapon he planned to make was the famous flintlock. This weapon had been tested by history for a long time, and its production difficulty was similar to that of a matchlock. The rear was loaded with gunpowder, the front was loaded with lead, and the firing rate was close to three shots per minute, which was more than enough to deal with mutant beasts without any IQ.
Most animals couldn't climb walls, so the shooting distance was about the height from the top of the wall to the ground, which was twelve feet. At this distance, even if you aimed with your feet, you wouldn't miss the target, and the bullet's initial speed was almost unaffected. As long as the demonic beasts didn't evolve to be harder than steel, they could basically be killed with one shot.
The shortcoming of the flintlock was the production time. At the beginning, it was the same as a matchlock, which required the craftsman to hammer it out. From the barrel to the trigger, the entire production of the gun would take about three months. The barrel was the big part, and the iron plate had to be beaten into a round tube, iron powder was used to seal the mouth, and then the barrel was drilled to engrave the firing line. Although it didn't require any sophisticated equipment, the craftsman had to be skilled to make a qualified barrel.
This was also the reason why Roland had to first build a steam engine.
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