Say nothing more and keep transcribing and deciphering.
At this moment, Claude had a very urgent desire to know what was recorded in the diary later. Although this magic recipe book was just the diary of a low-level mage and there were no magic secrets in it, Claude I feel as if I am peeling away the fog of history and seeing the truth of history.
It was August 0, 41st year of the Normartine Calendar. It was sunny, but there were showers in the evening.
Brother Davari came to see me in the evening and asked me to accompany him somewhere.
I didn't expect that he was taking me to the transport team's camp.
What made me even more unexpected was that the person who greeted us in the big tent in the middle of the camp was actually him. The nobleman who commissioned me to improve the muskets. His name was Baron Rigus O'Hill, and he provided magic stones to various regional magic associations. The largest supplier, no wonder it can organize such a large transportation team.
Brother Davari hugged him tightly. I never knew their relationship could be so close.
He hopes that I can provide him with a very powerful explosive gunpowder, which is to combine the explosive magic crystal with the gunpowder barrel, and then input the magic power through runes to cause it to explode. Its power can be equivalent to the taboo of a nine-ring mage. Magical annihilation explosion.
This is also the purpose why Brother Davari brought me to see him.
I rejected his request, even though he said he would use this explosive gunpowder to mine.
He also took out the instructions from the Magic Deacons, which stated the various magic stones he must provide to the Magic Deacons within three years. The quota was astronomical. He said that he couldn't complete this task because he didn't have that much manpower, material resources, or financial resources to complete it, so he thought of asking me for help, hoping to use this kind of gunpowder to reduce the loss of manpower.
I don't believe his guarantee at all. Five years ago, he hoped that I could provide an alchemical project that did not require the cooperation of a mage, and a musket manufacturing process that could be completed by ordinary blacksmiths through forging. I broke down the manufacturing steps of the musket, improved the forging formula and manufacturing process of the barrel, and also increased the range of the musket to two hundred meters according to his requirements.
At that time, I believed that this kind of musket would become a self-defense weapon for ordinary people to deal with wild beasts in the mountains and forests, as he said. But now muskets have spread across the continent of Farea, becoming the most threatening weapon to mages.
I finally understood why he requested that the range of the musket be 200 meters.
Yes, why does the musket have a range of two hundred meters
Claude also had doubts in his mind, but he was very excited now because he saw the name of another famous historical figure in this page of the diary. Baron Riggs O'Hill.
This name will be recorded in books about the history of the Farea continent. He is the leader of the Brotherhood. He founded the Brotherhood, an underground organization that resisted the evil magician, and set off a storm of uprisings across the continent against the rule of the evil magician. , it was he who led the people of the mainland to finally expel the evil magicians from the continent of Farea after eight years of arduous struggle, and established the Armstrong Dynasty that unified the continent of Farea, enfeoffing three thousand nobles to guard the continent. everywhere
It’s just that the history books say that Riggs O’Hill was a stonemason leader, but it doesn’t say that he was a noble, nor that he was the largest supplier of magical stones in the continent. It seems that many historical truths have been buried in the long river of time.
Claude really wanted to continue copying and deciphering the eleventh page of the diary, but he didn't bask in the moonlight after copying the tenth page of the diary just now, but immediately deciphered it. So at this moment, he thought it would be better to lie on the roof and look at the moonlight first, so as not to accidentally exhaust his mental energy and fall into that uncontrollable darkness again.
It was sunny on August 1, 41st year of the Nordmartin Magic Calendar.
Last night I rejected the request of Baron Riggosir. Brother Davari didn't say a word. He just said goodbye to the baron and silently took me back to the tavern.
I didn't sleep well all night.
I went to see Brother Davari in the morning. There were some things I had to ask clearly.
Brother Davari seemed to know that I would go to him, so he let me into the room and immediately cast soundproofing magic.
I asked him if he told the Baron that the one I designed was made of magic crystals and talismans.