About a quarter of an hour later, the two arrived at the gunsmith area downstream of town.

There are forty or fifty buildings in the workshop area, most of them flat-story spires, and although the road surface here is a little potholed, the overall environment is cleaner than expected, and you can hear the rumbling sound of machinery. Beneath the highest chimneys are relatively independent yards, where workers come and go, using carts to send various raw materials or semi-finished products for processing.

After entering the workshop, the two continued to ride all the way to a stone building in the style of a waterwheel mill by the river.

The "black dress" stretched out his left arm, signaling that Weiss could help his men to dismount.

Weiss was not polite, although the posture of dismounting was a little clumsy, he still pretended to be cold and said to the "black dress": "Okay, you go and get busy!" ”

"Yes, young master!" With that, the "black dress" rode away without looking back.

Weiss looked around, and there was not a single figure within fifty meters. What is his cheap daddy, Lord of the Clumber-Haysen family, doing in this place where the waterwheel creaks? Cultivating unique secrets?

He approached the house and coughed twice.

"Who is it?" An old, vigilant voice came from inside.

"It's me, Father!" Weiss replied awkwardly.

"Oh, it's a dragon! Wait for me there! The voice lifted its vigilance, and only the old man remained.

After a few moments, the only door to the watermill opened from the inside.

Seeing the cheap dad in coarse cloth overalls, Weiss was really taken aback.

"Come on, come on, come in!"

Cheap Daddy hurriedly dragged Weiss into the house, this posture is either a thief, or a treasure.

From the outside, this waterwheel mill is not big, and after entering the house, I found that the space inside is still relatively spacious. It seems to be bounded by the midline, with a dim light on the side of the door and a very bright hall on the river.

In the dimly lit side, several table shelves were lined up, and on them were neatly placed silver spears. They differed from the magazine-type bolt-action rifles of the Grumman Burning Stick as well as the single- and double-barreled shotguns, with a bolt like a square cigarette case, a blue shield logo on the side like Weiss's shotgun, but only about a third the size of the latter, and no nice wavy line decoration on the barrel.

When Weiss's attention was attracted by these silver guns, the voice of the cheap daddy came from behind him: "How long has it been since you came?" Well? ”

"It seems like a long time." He replied vaguely.

"This is the birthplace of the Chlumber-Haysen family, where every family leader has made a vow to protect the mysteries of 'baking' from generation to generation." Cheap Daddy said as he stroked the spear on the table, and when his finger touched the blue coat of arms, he closed his eyes, as if to savor the difference.

Weiss thought to himself, this so-called "baking" should refer to the special material engraved on the gun that can shine in the sun, and its principle is probably similar to firing enamel, right?

A little observation revealed that on the brighter side of the room there was a stove the size of a wall bread oven, with several crucible pliers of various specifications on the outside, a balance and a white jar-like container on the table next to it, and a large wooden box with various powdered raw materials stored in compartments.

"I haven't been here for a long time, so I probably forgot all the recipes and processes I taught you! Come on, come on, I'll give you another review today! ”

Cheap Daddy led Weiss to the furnace, from the mixing, calcination, melting, cooling, grinding, blending, and finally roasting, coating, hand-in-hand to show the complete process of "roasting". Watching the brilliance of Lan Ruoxing finally solidify in the groove of the bolt, at this moment, Weiss suddenly felt admiration for the wisdom and persistence of this family, but in the next second, his eyes returned to flatness.

It has to be said that the ornaments and badges made by this "baked" are extremely cool, but Weiss is not very interested in it. In order to protect the secret of this "baking", the successive leaders of the Clumber-Haysen family have been given here to work in person, not to mention dirty and tired, and they have to spend like this all the time, even if they are rich in the world, they are not blessed to watch the beautiful scenery of the world and taste the food of the world, so what is the meaning of life? Besides, with the progress of the times, even if the traditional handicraft of "baking" is not imitated, it will inevitably become a small industry, and it is difficult to make a family bigger and stronger.

After teaching Weiss by hand, the old lord, dressed in coarse cloth overalls, pushed open the window facing the river, picked up the teacup that was placed by the window, and took a sip. The bitter wind blowing in from the surface of the river just neutralized the sweltering heat in the watermill.

"I heard that we have recently lost another batch of excellent gunsmiths?" Weissdau.

The old lord, his cheap dad, sighed heavily: "I always thought that what the Grumman Group wanted was our 'baked' technology, although we couldn't transfer the technology, but we could accept their exclusive agent, so I signed that franchise agreement, but I didn't expect it...... What they want is not our 'baked green', but our excellent gunsmiths who have been in business for generations! Without these skilled craftsmen, what is the use of our 'baking' technology? Those novices who have been in the industry for three or five years, the carved family coat of arms is still unsightly, how can they have the ability to carve the 'star line'? Without a qualified groove, what's the use of just having 'baking'? What's the use? ”

Listening to Daddy Cheap's words, coupled with Luke's words earlier, Weiss has a general understanding of the relationship between the Clumber-Haytham family and the Grumman Group. What he was thinking at this time was not how despicable and hateful the Grumman Group was, but their purpose in recruiting excellent gunsmiths. If it is a modern assembly line production, it is generally necessary to have received formal training and have a certain amount of experience of skilled workers, and there is no need to go to great lengths to recruit traditional craftsmen, so it can be inferred that the Grumman Group is likely to want to manufacture certain firearms and weapons that cannot be produced using assembly lines on a larger scale, such as the military sniper rifle bid mentioned before ...... "Black Dress"!

Yes! Weiss remembered the delicate and expensive sniper rifle of the Norman Empire, the Falcon. So, he skipped out the story of getting involved in the battle with Luke and his party, and expressed his speculation to Cheap Daddy.

Patiently listening to Weiss, the old lord was not surprised, but nodded a little approvingly.

"It's good that you've finally put your mind on our family business, O Dragon! Very good! In fact...... When I was your age, I was also very playful, and liked to buy all kinds of strange and new things, so I was not much rebuked by my father. It wasn't until later that I single-handedly entered the Fallen Snow Realm, and suffered a lot in order to kill the Snow Dump, and the moment I walked out of the Forgotten Snow Realm, I suddenly realized the meaning of life, and since then I have concentrated on taking care of the family business, and then made it into 'Starlight', making it the best shotgun famous in the country. I think this is the reason why the ancestors left a testament that every family heir must hunt a snow wolf before taking charge of the family! ”