Both Murphy and Mark were overwhelmed by the slow cooking skills, and almost all three meals a day were cooked slowly. Murphy, who was supposed to leave to continue traveling, was reluctant to leave.
If you leave, you won't be able to eat such delicious food!
In order to let Mark make the cannon quickly, Huan Huan worked hard every day to cook all kinds of delicacies.
So much so that every day when it was time for meals, Murphy and Mark would appear at the dining table on time and wait for food.
Four days later, Mark was finally finished.
He and Murphy lifted the cannon out of the basement and into the open space behind the house.
Mark took out a lighted branch from the kitchen. He stuffed the entire branch into the round opening behind the cannon, slowly opened his eyes wide, and stared at the cannon expectantly.
After a while, a red flame rushed out from the muzzle, flew into the sky with a whoosh, exploded suddenly, and turned into a brilliant fireworks.
Mark jumped up excitedly: "Successful!"
When Murphy saw the fireworks for the first time, he felt very beautiful and magical, and sincerely wished: "Congratulations."
Slowly watching the disappearing fireworks in the sky, blinked, so it's gone
What the hell is this cannon? Or salute? !
She quickly grabbed Mark and said, "The effect of your artillery is not right."
Mark calmed down a little: "What's wrong?"
"A normal cannon, even if it can't blow up a mountain, at least it can blow up a tree, right? But your cannon can only go up to the sky to blow up fireworks. If this kind of thing goes to the battlefield, it's useless at all."
Do they set off fireworks as soon as the enemy attacks? This is too snarky!
Mark didn't know why: "My original idea of designing the artillery was to blow up fireworks, and I didn't intend to let it go on the battlefield."
Slowly, heartbroken: "Using such a good thing to blow up fireworks, you are too extravagant!"
Mark didn't think it was a luxury at all: "What a beautiful firework!"
"No matter how beautiful it is, I'm going to use it as a weapon!"
Slowly, as the "big boss" who provided the energy crystal, Mark had to listen to her opinion.
He hesitated: "How about we change it again?"
Slowly and decisively: "Change!"
So Mark and Murphy carried the cannon back to the basement.
According to Slowly's request, Mark completely upgraded the artillery from the inside to the outside. They spent several days, and the artillery finally achieved the effect that Slowly wanted. In the end, it was short of gunpowder.
The gunpowder made by Mark can only be used to fry fireworks. No matter how it is improved, only the color and shape of the fireworks will be changed in the end, and the lethality will not be improved at all.
In the end, Slowly has despaired of his ability to make gunpowder.
She had to prepare gunpowder herself.
There are formulas for gunpowder in the "Elementary Alchemy Instruction Manual". I slowly selected the simplest formula from it, and immersed myself in developing and experimenting. After failing nearly a hundred times, I succeeded in making a small packet of gunpowder.
What should be used to hold gunpowder
Just when she was slowly distressed, Murphy gave her a piece of paper: "Use this."
Slowly open your eyes wide.
Oh my god, what did I see
It turned out to be paper!
white paper!
She turned the paper over and over several times, then stared at Murphy with bright eyes: "Where did you get the paper?"
The little girl was already pretty, and Murphy felt itchy when she stared at her.
He resisted the urge to pinch her face, and said: "Paper? We all call it leaf skin. It was created by elves. It is made of many kinds of leaves and flowers through several processes. We usually use It is used to write and pack some small things. When I left the Spirit Mountain, I brought a lot of leaf skins, but I used them up on the way, and now there are only a few left.”
Murphy took out all the three pieces of paper left on him.
Slowly asked: "Can the paper made by your elves be sold to others? I want to buy it."
"If the quantity you want is not much, I will send you some paper when I go back..."
"No, I want a lot," Huan asked expectantly, "It would be even better if you could sell me the formula for making paper."
"The recipe cannot be sold. This is a secret recipe unique to our elves. If you want a lot of leaf skins, I will tell the patriarch of the elves for you later. He should agree."
Unable to buy the formula, Huan Huan was not disappointed, she hurriedly nodded and agreed: "Yeah, as long as you can sell me this kind of paper, you can talk about the price at any price!"
Anyway, she has a lot of crystal coins. If those crystal coins are exchanged for gold coins, she will become a very rich little woman.
Murphy said: "When your affairs in the dwarves are finished, we will go to the Elf God Mountain to buy leaf skins."
"it is good!"
Huan Huan is very excited. As long as there is paper, the children in Rock Mountain will not need to use slates in class in the future. In the future, she can customize books to help children learn better.
Thinking about it, I think it is a very good thing!
Slowly wrap the gunpowder carefully with paper, then stuff it into the gun barrel. After lighting the primer, a ball of flames rushes out, blowing away the big rock ten meters away, and making a loud bang at the same time!
Even the ground trembled.
Mark standing next to the cannon was stunned. He couldn't believe how powerful the cannon could be!
After being surprised, Murphy walked quickly to the side of the stone to check the traces left by the explosion.
The final conclusion is that this thing is indeed very powerful. If it is really applied to the battlefield against the enemy as slowly said, the effect will be simply terrifying.
The detonation of the artillery was very loud, and the dwarves in the entire Swan Valley were alarmed. Among them, the guy who liked to watch the excitement followed the sound and found Mark's door.
It also includes the patriarch of the dwarves, Alsoo.
Also knocked hard on the door of Mark's house, with a loud voice: "Mark, what are you doing at home? Come out for me!"
Not long after, Mark ran out the door in a hurry, and he asked what was wrong.
Alsoo was getting old, and his long beard was almost dragging to the ground, but he was still in good spirits, and he could hear him talking ten miles away.
"You still ask me what's wrong, and I want to ask what's wrong with you? What the hell are you doing at home, how can you make the whole Swan Valley hear the sound?"
Mark's research on artillery is not a secret among the dwarves. Faced with the old patriarch's questioning, Mark scratched his head in embarrassment and said in a mess: "We are trying out the newly made artillery."
"Your artillery is really made? Show me."
As the patriarch, Alsoo has a high prestige in the clan. Mark didn't dare to neglect, and immediately led him through the house to the backyard.
As for the other dwarves, a few who had a good relationship with Mark also went in, and the others went home separately.
The dwarves who had gathered at the door soon dispersed.