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From the perspective of ordinary people who participate in the militia, Vanner evaluates Roland's training of the militia. In addition, Vanner has an ambition. Next year, he plans to marry Cheryl, a waitress at the Iris Tavern.
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Use good food to boost the morale of the militia, and then let Iron Axe, Carter and others teach the necessary skills.
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The weather is getting colder and colder, and Roland gets up later and later.
As a ruling class, he certainly has the right to sleep in. Especially the big bed with three layers of velvet blankets, when lying down, the whole person will fall into a soft embrace, which further encourages his desire to stay in bed.
When Roland finished washing and walked into the office, Nightingale was already waiting for him there.
"Here, your breakfast, I ate half of it while it was hot, and it's cold now," she pointed at the half-eaten plate of bread on the table, as if she was the master of this place.
"Hasn't anyone taught you to be humble in front of the prince?" Roland reached out to push the plate away and sat back at his desk. "I remember you were quite polite at first."
He sighed in his heart. He didn't realize that this guy was so easygoing. He either stayed with Anna or came to hang out here. She used to hide her figure, but now she walks around the office openly without even a hood as long as there are no outsiders.
The two of them now tacitly agreed not to mention the verbal service before.
"Is it like this?" She jumped off the table and bowed to perform an impeccable noble etiquette. "You've been getting up later and later recently. I saw that breakfast was just sitting there, so I helped you solve a little problem. Your Highness," she came close to Roland, "you don't care anyway, right? And you don't like those cumbersome etiquette, I can see that."
Do you have a third eye, Roland complained in his heart, can you see that?
He sighed, "It's up to you, but after you have breakfast, eat it. I'll order another portion if I want to."
"Yes, Your Highness!" She smiled softly, picked up the plate and ran to the side.
Roland spread out a blank piece of parchment, ready to complete the half-drawn design yesterday.
If you want to defend the border town, the battle after the winter is coming cannot be a miserable victory. Although an army that has never seen blood is not a qualified army, Roland is worried that if there is a big loss, this group of people who have been trained for a short period of time will not have the courage to stand on the city wall.
He needs a cross-era weapon to gain an absolute advantage over the evil beasts.
There is no doubt that it is a musket.
In fact, this era has all the conditions for the emergence of muskets. Alchemists often prepare something called snow powder for the ceremony in the court celebration. This thing is a gunpowder with a wrong formula. It burns slowly and can only make a sound when put into a copper tube.
About a hundred years later, the prototype of the musket-the matchlock gun will appear. This firearm is complicated to operate and requires two people to complete the loading and shooting action. Generally speaking, it can only be used as a single-shot weapon. Its firing rate and power are not as good as those of a well-trained archer.
Roland certainly had no interest in repeating history. Just like the steam engine, he could use the witch's ability to make a musket with practical value.
"I looked at the order on the table when you were not here," Nightingale swallowed the last piece of bread and asked casually, "What are you going to buy so many ice awns for? It's winter now. If you want to drink refrigerated beer, can't you just put it outside the house for one night?"
The upper class nobles like to use ice awns, that is, saltpeter, to make ice in the summer, and then cool milk, wine or juice for consumption. Thanks to the season, the price of purchasing saltpeter is very low now.
"To make iced cheese, the temperature is not low enough now, it has to be frozen," Roland said.
Although the woman in front of him is not an enemy, she is not as well-known as Anna. Unlike the steam engine, the musket does not have too many technical barriers. Once it is spread out, it will obviously be detrimental to his farming plan. Before finding out her details, it is better to hide some things. Thinking of this, he asked tentatively, "In addition to finding the holy mountain, is the Witch Mutual Aid Association also responsible for training killers?"
"No, they are just a group of poor people who gathered together for their dreams," Nightingale waved her hand, "I have only joined the mutual aid in the past two years."
"In other words, you were working for someone else before?" Roland was very sure that her beautiful throwing skills would not have been possible without guidance and years of hard practice. "Besides me, is there anyone else willing to take in witches?"
"Take her in?" Nightingale's expression became a little strange, "How is it possible... If he knew I would become a witch, he wouldn't even let me in the door. As for later, if I wasn't useful to him, I would have been secretly executed long ago."
"Oh? Can you tell me about it?"
Nightingale smiled and shook her head, but this time there was more ambiguous emotion in her smile. "Your Highness, I will tell you when the time is right. I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, I have been free five years ago and no longer need to work for anyone."
The Diplomacy check failed. It seems that my charm attribute is not high... But her answer also indirectly confirmed my thoughts - at least five years ago, she had done something shady for someone. Fortunately, his use of Nightingale seemed to be just a coincidence, and he did not intend to recruit witches on a large scale like himself.
Roland did not ask any more questions and continued to draw his own drawings.
What surprised him a little was that Nightingale, who usually liked to get close to him, became quiet at this moment, and only the sound of the burning fire was left in the room. When Roland raised his head to stretch his sore neck, she was no longer in the office.
"You left without even saying hello," he muttered, folded the parchment in his hand, and put it in his pocket.
Roland prepared to make a flintlock.
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Roland made flintlock rifles, but the output was touching, only four or five were produced in a month.
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Patrol Captain Brian was threatened by Scar and took a group of people to burn the granary of Border Town.
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Brian led Scar and his group to the castle through the abandoned waterway. Brian used the complex waterway to fight back.
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Brian was not as skilled as others and failed to resist successfully. He was seriously injured and finally rescued by Nightingale.
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Roland discussed the origin of the assassin with Nightingale.
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Through interrogation, it was learned that the assassin came from the Elk Family of Longsong Fortress. Brian was conferred as Roland's knight.
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Continue to show the training of the militia from Vanner's perspective.
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Roland inspected the militia and established a gunpowder production workshop in the castle.
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Explosion Test Explosion of Gunpowder (I remember that the power of black gunpowder is not that great. The way to increase the power without changing the formula is to granulate the gunpowder)