After coming to this conclusion, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.
With the same low-level combat power, the devil has not surpassed the combat effectiveness of conventional thermal weapons. At a distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, machine guns and artillery are enough to smash all standing enemies, and spear attacks are obviously not suitable for trench warfare. It takes three to five seconds for the magic stone to recharge to take effect. As long as the bullet capacity keeps up, the madman will not even have the chance to throw a short spear.
This means that at least on the frontal battlefield where the two armies meet, human beings absolutely have the power to fight.
"It would be great if you were born in Taquila," Agatha sighed while looking at the weapon in Roland's hand, "There are a hundred times more ordinary people in the Fertile Plains than in Graycastle, and so are the witches. If everyone had a long spear in their hands , maybe the devils have already gone back to where they came from."
Roland smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.
After all, it was an empire dominated by witches more than 400 years ago. Assuming that there is a weapon that can give mortals the power to surpass witches, would the top officials of the Federation readily accept its existence? In any era, witches are a minority that has retreated all the way from the dawn to the fertile plains. There are thousands of human beings, and there are only thousands of witches. And those ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time will willingly set foot on the battlefield? Once the power is reversed, the disintegration of the ruling class will inevitably lead to civil strife. Even after the awakening of nationalism, the concept of fighting for the survival of mankind seems extremely vague, not to mention that a group of people living in slavery can hold such a noble concept. Ideal too.
Of course, he won't say these words in public. Agatha is just a researcher of the Quest Club, so it's better not to let her get involved in political affairs.
After the injury test, Anna cut off the devil's limbs again and put it in an iron cage.
"Is this all right?" Agatha asked.
Roland shook his head, "I'll be here for now, and I'll do the trauma test tomorrow morning."
"what is that?"
"Test the resistance of various parts of the devil to gunshots, as well as the effects of chemical drugs, maddening pills and dream water," he pondered, "By the way, Lucia also tries to separate the red mist to see what she can get. ."
It is a pity that the devil cannot be raised for a long time, otherwise, with Nana's healing ability, only a small amount of devil samples can be obtained to obtain more comprehensive data.
Agatha yawned, "As you wish, but I need two witch assistants to make the talisman, and the materials have to be prepared in advance. Once the devil dies, the blood won't last long, so it's best to use it I started to dissolve the Stone of God's Retaliation when I was still alive." She paused, "By the way, have you decided which talisman you want to make?"
"As long as there are enough magic stones, any of them can be made?"
"Of course," she nodded, "failure doesn't consume the stone itself, at most it makes me... no, nothing."
Roland raised his eyebrows, "What do you want?"
"Don't worry about it, it's just a slip of the tongue," Agatha pouted, "It will only cost you some common materials."
Seeing that the other party didn't want to go on, he didn't continue to ask, "Let me study the "Magic Stones" first, and I'll tell you the answer tomorrow morning."
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Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Edith Kant stood by the window and looked at the city in the dark. Businessmen often said that candlelight means wealth, and the brighter the night, the wealthier the place. She thought that the brightly lit scene would only be seen in the taverns or theaters in the inner city of the royal capital, but here, she knew what it means to be bright all night.
This is the case on the south bank of the Chishui River.
From a distance, the shore seems to be lit up, but it is not the orange-red light emitted by the bonfire, but a soft yellow light, stable and bright, as if separated by a layer of spun yarn.
Under such light, the entire factory area will produce all kinds of goods nonstop at night, which they call industrial products.
The steam engine is one of them.
The visit in the afternoon made Edith feel an indescribable shock, which far surpassed the battle on the battlefield or something else... Even His Majesty's so-called abolition of the feudal order could not compare with it.
When she walked into the factory and saw that the rough iron ingots were polished off by the fast-rotating grinding wheel, and then the holes were spun out by the drill, her eyes were immediately attracted. Especially at the end, when the iron blocks full of oil and debris are cleaned and turned into shiny parts, there is a new beauty.
With the roar of the machine, hard materials are processed into various shapes and then combined in unique ways to move on their own. What a wonderful force.
The factory floor was overflowing with sewage, scraps of metal everywhere, and noise and humid air. It was not a wonderful place, but Edith stayed all afternoon.
And she clearly remembered that the officials of the city hall who visited the messenger group looked impatient and wished to leave this noisy place early. It wasn't until the group planned to go back to the mansion that the man breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a sentence that made her remember fresh. I really don't know what's so good about this thing? Only His Majesty Roland would think that these black bumps contain beauty.
Contains beauty
Edith felt a strong resonance in an instant.
That's right... This is beauty, the beauty brought about by the pure power, the beauty that can be kneaded and transformed by the metal, especially when she understands the operation principle of the steam engine, there is another kind of beauty that draws on the general trend of nature.
This beauty is far from being matched by colorful gems or delicate and luxurious clothes.
She just felt that something was faintly touched in her heart.
How did His Majesty know this knowledge? Besides, what else does he know
Suddenly, a knock on the door outside the bedroom interrupted Edith's thoughts.
"Sister, I've washed it," Cole probed in. "The water is still hot, do you want to continue washing?"
"Let the servants burn a new pot," she ordered. "Have you figured out the principle of water fetching here?"
"I asked someone to find out, the water in the pipe seems to be flowing from those erected iron towers," Cole patted his head and walked into the room, "As for how the water ran up from the well, they couldn't tell. By the way, there is one thing in the bathroom that you must try, it looks like a special oil, but it smells nice when it gets wet, it's amazing to wash your body, I bet even a milk rose bath won't So comfortable!"
Is this also His Majesty's deliberate arrangement? Edith thought to herself. The residence of the messenger group is located near the castle area. It is a four-story house. The top floor is even half higher than the castle. Not only can you enjoy the night view of Neverwinter City, but even the layout and facilities of the rooms are quite clever. Big and very comfortable to live in. According to the officials at the reception of the city hall, this is a hotel specially prepared by His Majesty for foreign envoys, and it seems to be called the Diplomatic Building.
From her point of view, whether it was the clean water gushing out when the valve was turned on, or the laundry that Cole was raving about, it should have been an intentional display by Roland Wimbledon. (… )