"What's going on, making such a big commotion?"

"There was a fire on the dock on the other side of the river, and it looked like it was caused by an explosion in a warehouse. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The frightened Roland trio leaned on the window, looking in the direction where the explosion came from.

"Don't look at it, it must have been my unsuccessful nephew Jack who did the good thing." Duvalin sat there with a grim face.

When Roland heard the name Jack, he immediately remembered the rumors he had heard in the tavern yesterday, and asked Duvalin tentatively, "Your nephew is the one who is famous in town...... The ......"

"Tricksters? Saboteur? Little devil? Do the townspeople have anything else to say? Duvalin asked rhetorically.

"Well, some people praised him for his whimsy." In fact, the people in the tavern describe Jack as a "whimsical madman".

This young alchemist named Jack is an eccentric, uninterested in alchemical items that benefit the public, and spends his days tinkering with traps, making bombs, and often causing trouble, and there have been many fires and explosions like this caused by failed experiments, which have caused unrest and complaints among the neighbors of the town, and if it weren't for Duvalin's face, he would have driven this troublemaker out of town a long time ago.

"I don't know what Mr. Jack is doing, he shouldn't be in danger, right?" Roland politely expressed concern.

Duvalin didn't appreciate it, and said angrily: "It's not that bullshit 'fireball potion' experiment, I warned him a long time ago, this kind of idea is impossible to realize, but he doesn't listen to persuasion, and he doesn't look back when he breaks through the south wall, it's really angry with me!" ”

Roland understood when he said this. Jack is a whimsical kid trying to accomplish a job that has long been thought impossible.

Spellcasters who are proficient in alchemy can deposit most spells below level 3 in potion bottles, but this does not include large-area destructive spells such as fireballs. In fact, many archmages in history have tried this work, leaving behind a huge volume of research notes and experiment logs, but the result is only two words: failure!

Do it knowing you can't do it? Roland was amused and admired Jack, thinking that this kid was acting like an Alfred Bernhard Nobel of Big Rabbit Nest.

"Mr. Jack is in a commendable spirit, and I believe that one day he will be successful."

His heartfelt blessings were exchanged for two sneers from Duvalin, who clearly did not agree with him.

Lyudmila also glanced at Roland and whispered: "To put it lightly, try to replace you with such a strange relative?" However, before he could finish speaking, a slightly trembling voice came from outside the door.

"Hey, Mr. Roland, do you really think I have any hope of succeeding?"

A little dwarf staggered in against the wall, his face full of black hair and smoke, and his body exuded a pungent smell of burning, looking very embarrassed, but his dark eyes were still full of energy, looking at Roland with anticipation.

"Hello, Mr. Jack, I'm really interested in your experiments, can you tell me where you're going?" Roland stretched out his right hand to the little dwarf, and with his knowledge of a traverser, of course he understood that Jack's experiment was equivalent to trying to invent a stable ******** in the fantasy world, which would not only have great commercial value but also greatly promote the progress of military science and technology. For such a genius, there should be more respect.

Jack wiped his hands on his sleeve before shaking his hand flatteringly, and talked about his research idea along the lines of Roland's suggestion, dancing with his hands in the excitement.

Roland was not an alchemist, and he didn't understand his odd terms, but he had a general understanding of his experiments and his predicament.

"In other words, you've found a way to seal the fireball spell into the potion, the problem is that such a potion is very unstable, and it will explode on its own when it is impacted or shaken sharply, and an accident like the one just now occurred?" Roland cocked his thumb and pointed out the window at the still-smoking warehouse.

Jack smiled awkwardly: "Well, it's true that as you said, I've only achieved phased results now, and I'm still ...... away from success Some puzzles need to be solved. ”

Roland naturally thinks that the ******** on Earth was unstable at the time of its invention. Recalling the history of dynamite improvements on Earth, he said to Jack, "Have you ever considered why the Fireball Potion is unstable?" ”

"This is complicated, the main factor is that the liquid itself is not in a stable state, even if it is contained in a sealed bottle, it is easily affected by external forces."

"So why not try to change the form of the potion, such as soaking it in absorbent cotton and absorbing the potion, so that it doesn't transform into a solid state."

Jack showed a wry smile that had to accommodate the layman's blind command, and shook his head helplessly: "Actually, I also thought of this method, so that the potion is indeed stable, but it also becomes difficult to detonate, if it falls on the ground and even hits it with a hammer, it will not explode, what is the use of such a bomb?" ”

Roland groaned and continued, "You can add a fuse device to the bomb to facilitate the detonation. ”

Jack was stunned for a moment, "What is a fuse?" ”

"To put it simply, it is a device that will detonate something that will not explode under normal conditions, for example, you can try to use the blaster stone as a fuse, usually the fuse is isolated from the bomb by the bolt to ensure safety, and the bolt is pulled out before the bomb is thrown, so that the fuse is in direct contact with the cotton wool, when the bomb is thrown, the impact force generated after hitting the hard object first prompts the explosion of the thunderstone as a fuse, and the explosion causes the pressure of the sealed container to increase violently, and the rise in pressure leads to a synchronous increase in the temperature in the sealed container and ignites the gunpowder cotton. Inspire more violent explosions. Roland recounted, secretly glad that he still remembered these middle school physics knowledge.

"After such a series of treatments, the Fireball Potion can become more stable and safer." In the end, he really couldn't make it up anymore, so he simply accepted it when he saw it.

Jack's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hugged Roland's arm and shook it excitedly: "Genius! What a genius you are! Allow me, Mr. Roland, to pay you the highest respect! ”

Roland struggled to withdraw his arm, smiling bitterly to reassure the crazy little guy, "Okay Jack, don't get excited, listen to me, if my suggestion inspires you, can you copy me a copy of the fireball bomb making process after the experiment is successful in the future?" ”

Jack nodded solemnly: "That's a must!" The fireball bomb is our common achievement, and the future benefits should be shared equally between you and me, Gal Flash Gold is on top, I swear to do what I say! ”

Roland patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, my friend, I look forward to you realizing your dream as soon as possible." In fact, if Jack can make a stable fireball bomb, he can consider equipping the artillery units of the Koras Army with grenades, which are more effective in the field than the solid shells commonly used by the Crystal Cannon.

Before Jack's excitement had passed, he pulled out a corked glass bottle from his pocket, "Mr. Roland, this is another invention of mine, called 'itching powder', you see if there is room for improvement." ”

He pulled out the cork, probably with too much force, and with a pop, a large amount of gray dust sprayed out.

Roland hurriedly dodged, but Bloom behind him was defenseless, and was sprayed with the powder, and suddenly the whole person was not good, sneezing, and kept scratching his face, shouting "It's so itchy"!

Jack hurriedly corked the bottle, hurriedly grabbed a thermos and rushed to Bloom: "Don't worry, Mr. Dwarf, rinse it and it won't itch!" ”

"Stop!" Roland hurriedly snatched the water bottle, and made a joke, splashing a full bottle of boiling water on his face, and poor Bloom was about to be scalded off of his skin.

"Bastard, can't you let me save some heart!" Unable to sit still, Duvalin waved his hand and unleashed a "magic trick" to clean the itchy powder off Bloom's body, twisting his nephew's ear to make him apologize.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Dwarf, I blame me for being careless...... So, can I ask you a question? ”

Bloom straightened his wet beard and glared at him angrily, "What's the problem?" ”

"Were you really itchy just now?"

“…… What do you mean? ”

"Well, I haven't experimented with itchy powder on a living person, so I'd like to hear your experience as a basis for continued improvement."

"Experience...... Feel? The dwarf's face turned blue with anger, and he turned around and searched everywhere, "Where's my hammer?" Little gnome, you wait! Uncle Ben, please experience the feeling of breaking your head and bleeding! ”

Roland hurriedly stopped the dwarf from going crazy and persuaded him to go to the balcony to blow the wind and calm down.

After finally reassuring Bloom, Jack sneaked over again and asked him expectantly, "I heard that you are planning to go on an adventure in the Ogre Mountains, can you take me with you?" ”

"It's not good......"

"Don't underestimate me!" Jack patted his thin chest and recommended himself, "I know magic, I know alchemy, I must be able to help, and the worst thing is that I am also the head snake in this area, so it is not a problem to be a guide, right?" ”

Roland listened with emotion. There is indeed a lack of an arcane spellcaster in the team, and little Jack can cast a fireball spell, which shows that his spellcasting ability is not bad, and if he can also serve as a guide, it is naturally the icing on the cake. However, he was also worried that Jack was unreliable, and if he caused chaos and ruined the unity of the team, it would be worth the loss.

Before he could make a decision, Duvalin was in a hurry. He is such a nephew, although he is a little naughty, but he still expects Jack to inherit the family business, how can he be allowed to accompany Roland and the others to go on adventures, in case he dies outside, wouldn't it be doomed.

"Jack, I've reached the limit of my patience with you!" The old dwarf flicked his fingers, and a circle of silver light fell into the air, holding Jack firmly on the ground, unable to move, unable to say a word, only his eyes were still dripping.

Duvalin snapped his fingers, and there was a knock at the top of the staircase, and the puppet golem Binocchio walked up and bowed to him: "Master, listen to your orders. ”

Duvalin pointed to his immobilized nephew, and said angrily: "Throw this little bastard into the basement and lock him up, let him reflect on it." ”

"Yes, my master." The puppet golem grabbed Jack and carried it on his shoulder, turned and went downstairs.

Roland watched them go away, giving Jack a sympathetic look.

The little dwarf changed his sad face, and winked at him while his uncle was not paying attention, as if he had a deep meaning.

"This kid...... What the hell are you having? Roland wondered.