After coming to this conclusion, Roland was slightly relieved.
As a low-level combatant, the demons did not have the combat effectiveness of conventional firearms. Within a distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, machine guns and cannons were enough to crush all standing enemies. Spears were obviously not suitable for trench warfare. It took three to five seconds for the Magic Stone to be charged to take effect. As long as the bullet production kept up, the Mad Demons would not even have the chance to throw short spears.
This meant that at least on the battlefield where the two armies met, humans definitely had the power to fight.
"It would be great if you were born in Taquila." Agatha looked at the weapon in Roland's hand and sighed. "There are a hundred times more ordinary people on the Fertile Plains than in Graycastle, and so are the witches. If everyone had a spear, maybe the demons would have already gone back to where they came from. "
Roland smiled, but in his heart, he did not think so.
After all, the empire was dominated by witches more than 400 years ago. If there really was a weapon that could make ordinary people more powerful than witches, would the higher-ups of the Union readily accept its existence? In any era, witches were the minority. From the Land of Dawn to the Fertile Plains, there were tens of millions of humans, but only thousands of witches. Would those ordinary people, who had been oppressed for a long time, be willing to step onto the battlefield? Once the power was reversed, the collapse of the ruling class would inevitably lead to civil strife. Even after the awakening of nationalism, the idea of fighting for the survival of human beings seemed extremely vague, let alone a group of people living in slavery who had such lofty ideals.
Of course, he would not say these words in public. Since Agatha was only a researcher of the Quest Society, it was better not to let her get involved in politics.
After the damage experiment, Anna once again cut off the demon's limbs and put it in an iron cage.
"Is it done?" Agatha asked.
Roland shook his head. "Let's call it a day. We'll do the damage experiment tomorrow morning."
"What's that?"
"To test the resistance of the demon to guns, as well as the effects of chemicals, Pills of Madness and Dreamland Water," Roland muttered. "By the way, let Lucia try to separate the components of the Red Mist and see what we can find."
Unfortunately, he couldn't raise the devils for a long time. Otherwise, with Nana's healing ability, he would only need a small number of devil samples to obtain more comprehensive data.
Agatha yawned, "It's up to you, but I need two witches to help me make the Sigil. In addition, the materials have to be prepared in advance. Once the Devil dies, the blood won't last long, so it's best to start melting the God's Stone of Retaliation while it's still alive." She paused, "By the way, have you thought about what kind of Sigil you want to make?"
"As long as you have enough Magic Stones, you can make any of them?"
"Of course." She nodded. "Failure will not consume the stone itself. At most, it will make me … No, it's nothing."
Roland raised an eyebrow. "Let you what?"
"Don't mind it. It was just a slip of the tongue." Agatha curled her lips. "At most, you'll lose some ordinary materials."
Seeing that the other party did not want to continue, he did not pursue the matter. "Let me study the Encyclopedia of Magic Stones first. I will give you the answer tomorrow morning."
*
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Edith Kant stood by the window, overlooking the city at night. Merchants often said that candlelight meant wealth. The brighter a place was at night, the wealthier it was. She thought that she could only see such a brightly lit scene in the taverns or theaters in the inner city of King's City. But here, she knew what it meant to stay up all night.
The south bank of the Redwater River was exactly like that.
Looking from afar, the shore seemed to be lit up, but it was not the orange light of a bonfire. Instead, it was a kind of soft yellow light, stable and bright, as if the sun was covered by a layer of fine gauze.
Under such light, the entire factory area would continuously produce all kinds of goods at night. They called them industrial products.
The steam engine was one of them.
The visit in the afternoon gave Edith an indescribable shock. This kind of shock was far greater than the battle or anything else … Even His Majesty's so-called abolition of the fief could not compare with it.
When she walked into the factory and saw the coarse iron ingots being ground down by a rapidly rotating grinding wheel, and then a hole was spun by a drill, her eyes were immediately attracted. Especially at the end, when the iron blocks full of grease and debris were cleaned and turned into shiny parts, there was a kind of new beauty.
In the roar of the machine, the hard materials were processed into different shapes, and then combined in a unique way to move on their own. What a wonderful power it was.
The factory floor was flowing with sewage, metal debris was everywhere, and there was noise and humid air. It was not a wonderful place, but Edith stayed for the whole afternoon.
And she clearly remembered that the official from City Hall, who led the delegation to visit, looked impatient and couldn't wait to leave this noisy place as soon as possible. It was not until they planned to go back to the mansion that the official was relieved. At the same time, she remembered a sentence that was still fresh in her mind. What was so interesting about this thing? Only His Majesty Roland would think that there was beauty hidden in these black lumps.
Contained beauty?
Edith instantly felt a strong sense of resonance.
That's right … This was beauty, the beauty brought by the pure power, the beauty of being able to knead and transform metals at will. Especially after she understood the operating principle of the steam engine, there was an additional kind of beauty that borrowed from the general trend of nature.
This kind of beauty was far from being comparable to colorful gems or exquisite and luxurious clothes.
She only felt that something in her heart was faintly touched.
How did His Majesty know this knowledge? Besides this, what else did he know?
Suddenly, a knock on the bedroom door interrupted Edith's thoughts.
"Sister, I'm done." Cole poked his head in. "The water is still hot. Do you want to continue?"
"Ask the servants to boil a new basin," she ordered. "Have you figured out the principle of drawing water here?"
"I asked someone. The water in the pipe seems to flow out from those standing iron towers." Cole scratched his head and walked into the room. "As for how the water flows up from the well, they can't tell. By the way, there's something in the bathroom that you must try. It looks like a special oil, but it gives off a fragrance when it's soaked in water. It's great for cleaning. I bet that even the milk rose bath isn't as comfortable as this! "
"Is this also His Majesty's arrangement?" Edith could not help but think. The residence of the delegation was located near the Castle District. It was a four-story house, and the top floor was even higher than the castle. Not only could they enjoy the night view of Neverwinter, but even the layout and facilities of the room were quite ingenious. Although it was not big, it was extremely comfortable. According to the official from City Hall, this was a hotel specially prepared by His Majesty for foreign ambassadors. It seemed to be called the Foreign Affairs Building.
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