Yazov sat in the corner of the hall, as if he deliberately did not want to attract the attention of others, but a person like him, no matter on any occasion, could not be hidden, and everyone knew who he was coming on.

Even though he tortured and killed prisoners, led troops to sweep away one city and family after another, and recorded his terrible prestige with his great achievements and blood, even if everyone scolded him as a bloody butcher behind his back, everyone put on a flattering smile in front of him.

"Lord Yazov, I'm Pagani of the Lenny family, and you forgot that we went to the ball together last time......" A middle-aged nobleman with a big belly stood beside him, chattering almost, "Is Lord Ron okay?" This, hehe, girls are older, and there are always some other ideas......"

Yazov was indifferent, he didn't know how many speculators he had seen over the years who wanted to push his daughter to Lord Ron and delusionally wanted to use their marriage relationship to ascend to the sky in one step.

"Adults may not have much time to ......" Yazov did not say no to him, but soon he saw a girl approaching and standing beside the middle-aged nobleman.

Fair-skinned, tall and full of youthful energy.

"Is this your daughter?" Yazov was stunned.

"Hello. The girl gracefully performed a noble salute.

"Well, I think I might have been mistaken," the corners of Yazov's mouth curled slightly, "I'll report back to you." ”

"This bastard laughs disgustingly!" Storm stared at Yazov's face, although he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, but he learned from Lante's mouth about the grievances between the two sides, in order to show his loyalty, Storm stood very firmly on Rand's side, and fully expressed his disdain and hatred for Yazov.

Specifically, standing twenty meters away from Yazov, he whispered to his whole family, and did not repeat a single word of the swear words at all.

This can't help but make Rand a little helpless, the wind seems to be a mouth cannon player, but it's a pity that this era is not like ancient China to fight, the two sides send a few soldiers to scold before the war, and when both sides of the scolding are angry, they can start fighting.

The level of soldiers who scolded the war will seriously affect the morale of the army, a very typical example is the Three Kingdoms, Wang Lang was scolded to death by Zhuge Liang.

But Hurricane obviously doesn't have the courage to go into battle and scold, his talent is limited to his own whispering, the ghost knows why his guts are so small, and even his ability is very intimate with his character.

Escape for your life.

Alert to danger, the wind is one of the best.

When the grass and trees move, the wind slips first.

In a word, cowardice!

Two words, from the heart!

This character and shadow are simply two extremes, Rand glanced at the shadow who was silently munching on butter bread, even in the heavily guarded Lion Castle Hall, he still maintained a vigilant attitude, holding bread in his left hand and pressing the hilt of his knife in his right hand, ready to strike at any time.

With such guards present, Rand felt much more relieved.

After returning to the air ferry territory, it is time to start making repeating guns, once the flintlock pistol is on sale, then the weapon lead in their own territory will be gone, and the flintlock pistol must be developed before the flintlock pistol is popularized, and the faster rate of fire and stronger suppression ability are successfully developed.

Andy's laboratory has also recruited a group of students, and Rand is ready to start refining and making acid, after all, whether it is **** bombs or other uses, acid is an indispensable substance.

What's more, he had to re-mine the asphalt mine in Eagle City, which was much more difficult to extract oil than asphalt, and he had to remake the high-power pumping pump.

Thinking about it this way, what I have to do is really like a mountain on my shoulders, it seems that the learning progress of the training class has been strengthened, so far, the design tasks of these machines or weapons still fall on my own head, and I can't detect it in a short time, but after a long time, I feel really tired.

There are Touron and Iron Fist to help in government affairs, and the army is managed by Payne, at least in the management of the air ferry territory, Rand doesn't need to spend much time, but even the production of these instruments is also very brain-consuming, cumbersome parts, dazzling drawings, and assembly over and over again, if it weren't for Rand's nerves being tough enough, I'm afraid he would have been tortured and collapsed.

Although he loves machinery and weapon making, hobbies and work are two different things, and he is exposed to cold machinery all day long, and even those who like these things will feel irritated.

But the most irritating thing is that the design and installation of these instruments can only be done by themselves.

It's still education, it's a lack of education!

If the craftsmen in his territory all have the level of the great mentor of the Imperial City Alchemy Workshop, they may only need to make a simple tap and complete the work independently.

Thinking of this, Rand raised his eyebrows, there have been no particularly outstanding craftsmen and alchemists in his territory, should he hire some professionals in these areas to be responsible for teaching his craftsmen, after all, he is not omniscient, and the knowledge of some areas, Rand only knows a little about it, how can he teach craftsmen?

In the territory of the Tieliu Kingdom, the most craftsmen are in the Imperial City, and it is not soft to dig into the corner of his father's wall.

"After the feast, you go around the Imperial City and keep an eye out for the more famous alchemy workshops and foundries," Rand instructed the Tempest, "and keep an eye out for those with a lot of traffic or with troops stationed." ”

"Okay," Tempest didn't even think about it, "wait, the army is stationed?"

"The alchemy workshop with the army stationed naturally belongs to my father, and I'm going to dig some people from his hands," Rand shrugged his shoulders, "After all, it's all a family, who uses it?"

"So, will this move irritate your father, I mean, will he blame you for it?" Tempest carefully considered his words, even if he was timid, to show that he was thinking of Rand.

"You don't need to worry about that, after all, I am his son, and the Duke will not be furious because his own people were poached by his son," Rand took a deep breath and looked at the Duke of Winton in the distance, who was surrounded by everyone in the center, "He is not a person who cares about such a trivial matter." ”

"Starting tomorrow?"

"It's okay now, have you eaten enough?" Rand looked at the blast, "Time is tight, the task is heavy, you should be ready to go now!"