"Alas. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Frankutz, whose face was covered in ash, poked his head out of the hearth, his face wrinkled helplessly. He had almost never had the experience of lighting wet wood before, and he had only been practicing even making a fire for nearly a month......

Such a problem is common in the Lancas Islands today. Compared with the Elta people, who are accustomed to lighting fires with wood, these "proud sons of the sky" who have relied on "magic" for a long time are naturally not as familiar with the skills and experience as the former, and they are all suffocated by the "difficult environment" and turned red-faced.

After several attempts, Frankuts finally sat down on the floor in front of the hearth. His wife, Innit, could only shake her head when she saw this—it seemed that she could only drink water at noon with bread and salad, and that the hot soup was not at all in her mind.

Two blocks away, in the nearest bakery, the same problem was faced by the furnace workers who crossed their waists in front of the modified hearth - Frankuttz's shipyard and the Naval Shore Command relied on this bakery for bread, so it was only natural that the Navy would use firewood to offset the purchase of bread.

It's also a great way to make a deal for bakeries. In the Lancas Islands, where prices are "ever-changing", it is no longer as affordable to buy things with money as to barter directly...... This may be the irrefutable evidence of the economic degradation of the archipelago.

"What a bastard." The furnace worker took out a piece of wood that was obviously not the right color with an iron tong, and threw it into the corner with a vigorous flick. "Is the Navy fooling us this time? Do they want bread that is all flour anymore? ”

"Stove, don't make a fuss." The kitchen worker with his back against the wooden table full of noodles shook his head helplessly, "This is their best goods, and the military families and priests all over the street carry such things." Those who want firewood in the city may not have a place to buy it, and I heard that there are already three companies in the same industry that have stopped work because of this. It's really helpless! ”

"Isn't it?" The furnace worker wiped the ash from his arm and carefully leaned the iron tongs against the corner. "Don't talk about anyone else, even the wood in the hearth can't make our bread fluffy. Kneading Hals, do you have anything you can do? ”

"You know the tree oil used to fry bagels, right?" The cook thought for a while, and suddenly said mysteriously, "Anyway, we don't have the extra heat to make bagel anymore, so let's just use it to smear those moist firewood and throw it into the hearth, it can last one more day, do you think that's the truth?" ”

As a result, the chimney on the roof of the bakery began to spew out smoke suddenly, and the window facing the bakery pushed the aroma of bread to the neighbors as usual, which in turn attracted all the residents who still had money in their pockets to form a long queue in front of the bakery.

Sweaty from street to bridge with box-type insulated trolleys, shop guys pushing box-type insulated trolleys try to meet the Navy's quota orders as quickly as possible.

"It's a thriving scene." Frankuttz, who was at the back of the line, sighed as he wiped the fine sweat from his head. In the past few months, the life of the islanders has become more and more difficult day by day, and it is a rare situation for everyone to stand together with such sound and laughter. I don't know why, but today the bakery is also more in supply than usual, and there are many more people than usual who come to buy, many of them new faces.

Naturally, the engineer Frankuts would not have known that these were poor residents and poor servants who could not buy bread in the northern city. This one is the only bakery in the entire North City that is still fully open - no, I'm afraid it's overshipped today.

"It's burning! The fire is burning! Come and put out the fire! ”

A shout interrupted his thoughts. With this cry for help, two people suddenly rushed out of the back door of the bakery's counter, one of whom still had flames in the corner of his clothes, and his hair seemed to have burned a little. "Quick, come and cast a spell to put out the fire!"

Hearing this, everyone in line immediately looked at each other and didn't know what to do—who came here to buy bread still has magic powder in their hands? It's a big joke.

Since almost every household was able to summon pure water "out of thin air" with a magic wand, and the air in the Lancas Islands, which is located in the middle of the ocean, is slightly humid and there is never a shortage of water vapor, the planning of the cities on the islands does not include fireproof wells as an important facility.

Of course, if a modern city on this side of the world suffers a similar situation of fire hydrant loss at the scene of a fire, foam fire trucks and water cannon fire trucks can still play a role in the fire. But in the city planning of the main island of Lankas, the magician had no idea that there would be a day when even magic would not be useful. There are no telephones, no alarm bells, everything is infinitely close to the level of unpreparedness.

The nearest well was a small square hundreds of meters away, and in Frankuttz's eyes, it was impossible to see, or even know where, the well could not extinguish the fire that had rushed to the roof.

People who have just woken up from a dream began to search for buckets of water from all over the place, trying to bring life-saving water from the wells. However, the fire, mixed with "tree oil" imported from tropical countries, did not take long to consume all the ground of the bakery.

At this time, the bakery owner could only kneel on the street at a loss, hiding his face and crying bitterly in the face of the sudden fire.

His cook told him that it was the sparkling wood that burst out of the hearth from the wet wood coated with "tree oil" and splashed it on the oil drums outside.

But this is clearly not the case: the "tree oil" used to fry food has a flash point of more than 300 degrees, which is not at all something that a spark can ignite. In fact, the source of the fire was the furnace worker's accidental hand, which brought out of the furnace a burning block of oily wood. While extinguishing the flames on the wooden floor, the crowd accidentally kicked over the oil drums that had been placed aside again.

So in the face of such a flame, a bucket of water from an ordinary bucket vividly reproduces the tragic situation of "a drop in the bucket" - not to mention the fact that a large amount of flour is stored in the bakery. And now, no one realizes how dangerous these seemingly harmless flours are.

The crackling flames gradually burned upwards from the flour room, while creating an upward flow of heat in the center of the room. The light flour particles are naturally carried upwards by the hot air current, and then fall from the slightly cooler places on either side of the room, fall above the tongues of fire, and continue to be lifted wonderfully......

As the heat flow gradually increases, the larger particles are also pushed into the air, and the concentration and number of particles in the air are skyrocketing. And the explosion occurred almost immediately after the 9.7 grams mark of flour per cubic meter of air.

The first explosion was actually quite minor (relative to the final damage). Crowds, including Frankuttz, could see that the burning façade and one roof of the bakery had been "broken" alive – accompanied by a loud bang.

In the center of the explosion zone, a large amount of air consumed could not be replenished for a while, resulting in a negative pressure zone of considerable range. The flames, which had been growing in momentum, were almost crushed, but this was not a good momentum, because the dust and ash on the ground were also lifted up by the blast current, and the fresh air that poured into the negative pressure zone around them formed a mixture that was far more concentrated than the first explosion.

After the mixture was formed, the tongue of fire, which had been almost extinguished, stood up "confidently" again and greedily licked the invisible flour particles in the air. In the space of a thousandth of a second, the position where the tongue of fire licked the flour particles suddenly swelled - the demon's music box was completely opened.

The fireballs that erupted in the air were large enough to make all the bakery buildings bow down in front of it. The afterimage of the fireball flickered for a brief moment before it burst into a fierce gale, enveloping the entire bakery with the surrounding houses and stalls. Needless to say, the fate of these buildings is needless to say, and the whole body is full of flames thrown from the center, and they are destined to have only one way to destruction.

Under the shock wave of the explosion, Frankuttz, who was holding an empty bucket, fell suddenly. The next moment, a flying wooden plank of the house slapped his head fiercely directly from the side. The poor engineer lay on the ground on the spot, foaming at the mouth, unable to move.

No one expected the "overburned" flour storage room to be so powerful. After the gray mist cleared, everyone was illuminated by a new purgatory that was at least five times larger than the original fire field.

The city administration officials who received the news quickly arrived with magic powder, but it was too late, even if it could be said to be a remedy—the unstoppable flames, in addition to the magic and water guns, not only swallowed the wooden house, but also the firewood in the house, and then the carbon in the firewood combined with the oxygen in the air in a fierce chemical reaction, providing more fuel for the chain reaction of the fire......

"It's all over, alas. Beicheng District is really complete! The leading magician rode a flying dragon in the air around the pillar of smoke and sighed helplessly. This bakery fire wasn't the first fire to have started in Lancas, and it wasn't the first time they had rushed to the fire to cast magic to extinguish it - but there was no doubt that this one was undoubtedly the most damaged and the most damaged.

"Lord Priest, at least the facilities of the Navy have not been affected, which is a blessing in disguise."

"The Navy, do you think they really keep the ban and don't use magic without authorization?" The priest spat in the air with disdain, "You look at the shape of the fire, all of them stop in front of the warship street and think with their brains, do you think this is possible?" ”

"It's obvious...... Impossible! ”

"That's it." The priest rolled his eyes, "Now our church has long been in a mess, and all departments have been acting recklessly except for the guys in the temple who dare not offend. I really don't know how long this decline will last, and who can stand up and dominate the situation once! ”