Looking at the elated appearance of the little old man, it seems that he is in a state where he has finally found a new job after two weeks of cooking, this image makes Gawain's previous impression of him as a master of the world disappear - now Gawain is completely sure that the other party's shabby cloth robe, soft hat and beard are really not because of some hermit life, he is really poor......

This situation made Gawain couldn't help but whisper to Amber, "You found this person...... Is it really reliable? ”

"Oh, don't worry, although the personality may be a little strange, but you also saw it, didn't you? At least the druid's skills are true - you are not the kind of pedantic aristocrat who can look at people's origins and die by rules, you usually don't always talk about talent, right? ”

didn't expect that the words he usually muttered would be listened to by this half-elf in his heart, and at this time he also took out his own army, Gao Wen could only pout the corners of his mouth helplessly, and asked curiously by the way: "By the way, how did you know him?" ”

It is not incompatible for a little old man who may seem to be a druid's shame to be with Amber's elven shame, but Gawain is still curious about how the two men met, and whether they stink of each other just because they are both disgraces to their respective groups?

But I didn't expect Gawain's whispered words to be heard by the little old man next to him, and the druid, who also had good ears, turned his head and smiled: "My lord, I have known Amber's adoptive father for an old time, and this little girl has grown up with me, and she has to call me ......uncle in terms of seniority."

Amber immediately rolled her eyes: "Even you, a guy who doesn't look like an elder, want me to call you uncle?" ”

"I see, you still have this connection." Gawain nodded knowingly, he had heard Amber mention her adoptive father, and knew that it was a human stalker—a thief at the bottom.

Amber shook her head and said, "This guy used to know my adoptive father very well, and they were going to be the most powerful thieves in the South under the banner of a nightcrawler, but they didn't get any fame. ”

Gao Wen subconsciously frowned and looked at the little old man: "You were a thief before?" ”

"It's back then, it's back then," the little old man waved his hand again and again, "I'm no longer doing it now, I've been doing a good job all these years." ”

Gawain found it interesting: "It's also because you can't get along as a thief, so you changed careers?" ”

"Because the craft is too fashionable," Amber rolled her eyes at the side, a look of disdain, "he can be found stealing from the dead, and he was beaten violently, he was not born to be a thief, certainly not to be a druid, and now it seems that he is not to be an antique expert or a cook." ”

Gawain was stunned: "How did the things that stole the dead were discovered?" ”

"The main thing is that there were more than 200 grave sweeping ...... standing next to it at that time"

The little old man could only laugh wryly on the side, it was obvious that although he was an elder, his attitude towards Amber was really easy, and it was probably not once or twice that he was complained about by the other party, especially now on this topic, Amber is especially qualified to ridicule his thief's skills: after all, he was beaten up for stealing the dead, and Amber not only stole the dead man, but also brought the dead man back to life by the way......

Although that situation was not considered "stealing" at the time......

After a few small talks, Gawain suddenly realized that he had forgotten a very important matter: "By the way, I don't know what your name is called?" ”

The little old man pressed his hand to his chest and made a nondescript salute: "Pittman Lauren will be happy to serve you. Just call me Pittman. ”

"Very well, Pittman, you can rest first, and I'll arrange for someone to take you to your lodgings later." As you can see, everything is still in its infancy, and the living conditions may not be very good, but as long as you work as hard as my people, it will soon be a rich and comfortable new home. ”

Pittman Lauren smiled: "For the sake of those shiny cuties, I will do my best." ”

The miscellaneous druid left the camp with the guide arranged by Gawain, leaving Amber and Gawain to look at each other, and after paying a little attention to the surrounding atmosphere, Miss Half-Elf smiled awkwardly and was about to slip away, but was grabbed by Gawain: "Where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to help patrol the perimeter of the camp!" Amber jumped to her feet and shouted, "Hey, let me go!" ”

"Let's explain what it's like to dig up a 700-year-old antique - I haven't forgotten it."

"Whew-"

Everything is on track at the camp, but not everything will be smooth sailing.

In a courtyard on the west side of the workshop area, Rebecca was staring at what she was looking at in front of her.

In front of her was a strange kiln, made of refractory bricks and mud mixed with quartz sand, like a giant bowl that was upside down on the ground, flanked by simple runes for heating and controlling fire, and at the bottom was a newly opened door sealed with mud. It is styled a bit like a brick kiln used to burn bricks, but what is fired inside is not bricks.

Stone is burned, or limestone powder and clay are mixed together, and the ancestors said that what is calcined in this way can be mixed with the slag brought by the blacksmith's shop, and then ground into powder to become a new building material.

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a success.

In the basket in front of the furnace were some of the finished products, which were a grayish-black cement, which looked dirty and ugly, and there were many hard and brittle lumps mixed with large and small debris, and Rebecca had tried to forcibly grind some of the crumbs into powder with the slag, and then mixed them with water as the ancestors had instructed, and now the first mixtures for testing had dried, and they had become something that broke and broke like rotten wood.

It's impossible to build a house.

Rebecca put her finger on her chin and fell into thought, her face dark and dirty, and she didn't bother to wash it.

In the past two days, she has been either supervising the installation of the magic net number one and the new furnace in the blacksmith shop (now renamed Cecil Iron Works) or running here to burn stones, and the good lady viscount spends most of her day like this, but the knights and soldiers in the territory are not surprised by this - after all, the Viscount in the past has always been in a similar style of painting, and it is common to practice fireball skills to smoke her face black, and sometimes she runs into the woods to fight with wolves and come back with mud, everyone is used to it......

As for the commoners who had rarely had the opportunity to see the nobles in the territory in the past, and now they were able to come into regular contact with Hetty and Rebecca, they had a great deal of affection and closeness to this Viscountess who was always running around: Gawain was a strong pillar and backer, but too coercive for the commoners, Hetty was intelligent and benevolent, but somewhat unsmiling and too harsh, only Rebecca, the girl who ran around to help, had no smiling at all, and treated everyone with a smile, Almost everyone will subconsciously ignore her aristocratic status.

Another important reason is that Rebecca's big fireball is really good at burning wasteland and blasting stones......

Seeing Rebecca lost in thought, the few civilians who were helping next to her didn't dare to make a sound noise. They also didn't understand the Duke's intention in ordering the construction of such a place to burn stones, but the waterwheel ordered by the Duke had already shown its magic, and the camp was planned quite cleverly, coupled with the smooth progress of the reclamation work and the existence of the newly recruited druid, everyone was quite convinced of the things arranged by Gawain, although they didn't see the use of burning stones...... But it's always right to do it.

After thinking hard about it, Rebecca finally looked up and came to a conclusion:

It's not my cup of thought to think about this.

So she waved her little hand: "Carry these things and show them to my ancestors!" ”

A moment later, Gawain saw the pile of ...... that had been carried in front of him The indescribable.

"This is the ...... 'cement' you burned?" He looked at Rebecca in amazement, and if he hadn't ordered it himself, he could barely have connected the gray-black lumps with the "cement" in his impressions.

"Huh? Is this thing called cement? Rebecca's eyes widened, "What a strange name." ”

Gawain didn't have the time to explain the meaning behind the term, and although he had been mentally prepared for frustration, he still had a subtle sense of frustration at this time, and after seeing the "stone" like a porous rock that Rebecca took out of another basket, he completely confirmed the failure.

"This is the product of mixing the finished product with water according to the method you said," Rebecca blinked, "It does condense quickly, and it looks like a stone when it condenses, but it's actually fluffy and crun......chy."

Before Rebecca could finish speaking, an amber didn't know which horn came out: "What's fluffy and crunchy?" I'll taste it! ”

Gao Wen pushed the other party back into the shadows, turned his head and sighed at those black lumps: "It seems that it has failed." ”

He repeatedly confirmed Rebecca's operation process, confirming that there were no problems from raw materials to the production process, and he also learned that Rebecca herself had deliberately adjusted the proportions of various raw materials, as well as various parameters such as fire power and calcination time, and had also cross-tested several times with four furnaces, and even changed limestone and clay with different textures and origins, but the results were similar.

Once again, the world showed Gawain its peculiarity and malice.

The properties of the matter are not correct, how many of the well-known earthen recipes in my memory can be used?

Gawain decided that if he could, he would test everything he knew in his mind that could be verified by simple methods, and at the same time made this decision, he was mentally prepared to fail all the tests.

At the same time, Rebecca was still looking at him, this girl who was finally able to help everyone but failed, didn't seem to think that there was a problem with the "formula" provided by Gawain, and subconsciously attributed the problem to herself: "Ancestor...... Did I let you down? ”

"No, any experimentation is a long process, especially when looking for a new material," Gawain sighed as he shook his head, "you go ahead and try calcining with a variety of different stones and earth, and I'll give you a few more possible recipes." Think of this as a long-term, leisure-ready job that you can try, as long as it doesn't affect the progress of the steel plant. ”