In the office, she saw Roland Wimbledon again. He was writing something, probably dealing with government affairs. The sun was already leaning west, and the sky was dyed with a touch of gold. The afterglow shines through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, leaving a long shadow in front of the table.
It wasn't until the prince put down the quill that Ashes said, "I won."
"Indeed, you won." The other party simply nodded.
She was a little surprised by such a cheerful attitude. She thought Roland would be quibbling, but he didn't expect him to agree with the result.
"But I admit that you have the ability to fight against the God's Punishment Army." She said, "The God's Punishment Army is not invulnerable. Their strength and body are similar to mine, but they lack the mentality and thinking ability. This is the reason why I can deal with all three at the same time. If according to the previous test, if the knight's opponent is the God's Punishment Army, I think they will only charge from the front. Therefore, the God's Punishment Army cannot be dispatched individually like the Judgment Army. If I guess correctly, the church needs to send a special person to lead them. fighting."
"Thank you," Roland smiled. "This information is very important."
"What is the new weapon in the knight's hands?"
"Burst gun," he said, "my soldiers will use this weapon in the future. Even an unarmed farmer can defeat a well-trained judge with a musket."
Ash hesitated, "Can you give me a musket?"
"Unless you join the Witch League," Roland spread his hands, "after all, this kind of thing is still very rare."
The opponent's refusal was expected, she exhaled, "I must make peace with Tilly as soon as possible. I will leave Border Town early tomorrow morning. If you can't stand it any longer, you can move to the fjord for refuge."
He nodded and said, "It's the same for you, don't forget to tell my dear sister the news, there is another place for witches in the west of Greycastle."
"..." Ash was silent for a moment, "I will consider it."
Just as she was about to leave the office, the prince stopped her, "Wait, I have a present for you, right behind the door."
Gift
She was stunned, turned around, and saw a huge long sword placed beside the door. Because it was blocked by the door, she didn't notice it when she came in.
"Your long sword is no longer usable. I asked Anna to cut one for you. This is not an inferior pig iron sword, but made of pure steel."
Indeed, it is evenly lit throughout, reflecting an orange-red metallic luster in the setting sun that is about to set. She stepped forward and stroked the big sword lightly. She could see that the thickness of the blade was very uniform, and there were still traces of quenching treatment on the side of the blade. There was no doubt that it was a weapon of excellent quality. The only thing that made Ashes puzzled was its shape. Compared with the standard sword with double-edged blades, it only had a blade on one side, and the other side was about the width of a pinky finger. There was no sword tip, and the head was trapezoidal. The most peculiar thing is the front section of the sword body. In addition to a strange rune engraved, there is a circular protrusion on the uncut side, and it is painted gold, which is very eye-catching.
Although she didn't want to admit her love, she couldn't hold back her impulse and reached out to pick it up.
"Why does it look so… strange?"
"Because this is not an ordinary weapon," Roland smiled. "Its name is Ashbringer. Compared to your previous whiteboard sword, it is already a legendary item."
"..." Ashes decided not to delve into the inexplicable words in the other party's mouth, "Since that's the case, I accept it. As a return gift, I will also give you a gift."
"Oh? What is it?" the prince asked curiously.
She didn't answer and left the room.
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The next morning, Roland opened the door and saw Nightingale sitting at the desk with a piece of dried fish in her mouth.
"They're gone."
"Both of them left?"
"Yeah," she replied lazily, "it was just dawn, and Wendy went to give her a ride."
Roland couldn't help feeling a little emotional. Wendy was very concerned about any sister, let alone the witch who had saved her from harm and indirectly helped her escape from the convent. He thought that Wendy would follow Ashes away, but he didn't expect that she would be the first to decline the other party's invitation.
In the end, there were still twelve members of the Witch League, which made Roland full of energy.
"Do you think they will really tell the news from here to the witch across the sea?"
"Maybe, maybe not," he leaned on the chair and let out a long breath, "but when they encounter difficulties that they cannot solve, they will always think of Border Town."
Closing his eyes, Roland flipped through the memories of the fourth prince in his mind.
Tilly didn't get close to him, or she kept a certain distance from everyone, even Wimbledon III was no exception. Apart from her beautiful face and her outstanding intelligence since childhood, I didn't leave much information about her in my mind.
Roland didn't know when the five princesses began to cover up the witch secretly, and when they planned to go to the fjord for development. But no matter what, she can be regarded as a natural ally who can win. After all, fighting against the church is the common goal of the two at this stage.
As for sending Thassa to spread the gossip, it was also not in vain. The awakening of witches was a random event, and it was impossible for Tilly to take away all the witches. Especially after the organization was evacuated, the newly awakened witches would be more eager to find a place to live.
Now that he knows the information of the God's Punishment Army, the next thing he has to do is to expand the production scale of diacid.
More efficient gunpowder and explosives are inseparable from nitric acid and sulfuric acid. After the First Army changed to the revolver rifle, the rifled barrel was matched with fixed-loaded bullets, and the shooting accuracy would be greatly improved, so the significance of training became particularly important. In the era of no barrage suppression, a veteran with superb shooting skills can stand up to ten recruits who shoot randomly. At that time, the ammunition consumption must be an astonishing number.
Moreover, black powder will remain in the barrel, block the rifling, and reduce the service life of the barrel. Only the use of smokeless powder can solve this problem. The early smokeless powder was actually nitrocellulose, and the later period was a mixture of nitrocellulose and nitrocellulose. Now the nitric acid used to soak the sealing cotton wool is quite insufficient, let alone replacing all the ****** with cotton wool.
After all, laboratory methods can only be produced on a small scale. If you want to meet the needs of an army, industrial production methods are necessary. Unfortunately, facing the completely unfamiliar chemical industry, Roland couldn't think of a good solution for a while.
In addition, education cannot be put down either. Not only the popularization of primary cultural knowledge, but also thought remolding needs to be implemented as soon as possible. The aborigines have withstood the test of the Devil's Moon, coupled with the propaganda of the First Army, they have a high degree of recognition of the witch group, but the outsiders still accept the concepts instilled by the church. Nowadays, the number of foreigners in Border Town is increasing rapidly, especially the serfs who are still living in wooden sheds by the Chishui River. It is too late to correct the concept.
It is necessary to come up with a way of transforming things in a subtle and silent way, and at the same time making it easy for the general public to accept.
…
After thinking about it for a while, he opened his eyes and suddenly found that Nightingale was watching him. The moment the four eyes met, she subconsciously turned her head away.
"Ah... By the way, I forgot to tell you one thing," the witch looked out the window and pretended to be nonchalant, "Wendy asked me to tell you something."
"What?" Roland asked.
"She said, thank you." (If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Please come.)