Marin expressed a certain amount of procedural gratitude to His Majesty Mannheim in the Northern Kingdom for the olive branch, but Marin did not have time to manage this territory, so Marin accepted the two elderly butlers recommended by Old Hagelberg for him, both of whom were old men of the Hagelberg family, loyal and trustworthy.

Marin had nothing to object to - just like His Majesty Movis recommended for him, or the old men of the Nova family, there was always something for them to shine, and in Marin's opinion, they just had to be loyal enough.

The old fox of the Hagelberg family gave Marin all the title deeds of that town, and considering the old fox's man-high title deeds, Marin invited His Excellency Antoine to set up a new workshop directly on the edge of the town - the workshop in Copenhagen was already overcrowded, and at this time, even His Majesty Mannheim did not want to demolish a house - relatives who had fled from all over the south lived in every citizen of Copenhagen, and the demolition of a small two-story building might be able to demolish five homeless families.

So Antoine accepted Marin's invitation to turn the workshop in the city into a refugee camp, and then brought everyone in the workshop to the town.

Marin asked Fio and them to come out and start work, and the World Tree Shoots quickly set up a standard workshop, although it was smaller, but it was all modular, and Antoine and they were soon able to build more areas.

In fact, in less than a week, Antoine and his craftsmen had built a workshop that was not inferior to the city's workshops, and the workshop was attracting countless artisans from the north – those who failed to make it to the great workshops of Fort Carter, or who for various reasons did not make it like sharks that smelled blood.

Marin and Antoine wrote a new type of artisan guidebook, sharing musket drawings with these craftsmen who were thirsty for knowledge.

Of course, there are no large-scale lathes in this area that are only available in the large workshops of Marin, and basically every part of the musket cannot be used, but the production of muskets here does not need to be sent around most of the continental shelf, and everything is hung from the cost of time.

Considering that muskets require high-precision rifling, Marlin basically gave smoothbore weapons such as grenadiers and shotguns, and it didn't take much time for ordinary craftsmen to make these weapons to figure out rifling.

And in order to keep the craftsmen from feeling like they can't learn anything new, Marin deliberately pulled out the bazooka - this thing is simple, a seamless steel pipe with a length of 135 mm and an inner diameter of 60 mm is a weapon.

The warhead can use armor-piercing and high-explosive grenades, and if it needs to deal with Chaos Demons, the Holy Silver Salt Grenade with the sacred inscription is enough to make it impossible for any demon who dares to let himself appear in the world go around.

Antoine was also very supportive of Bahrain's view, and after confirming that every part of Marin's ten guns could be used, the master craftsman had long since become the most loyal fan of the common parts of lathes and standards, and he thought that it was only a waste of material and time for these craftsmen to make rifled weapons.

These things that Marin said are the easiest for ordinary craftsmen to master and make.

Especially the kind of thing that Marin said, the light rocket-booster grenade, perfectly fills the kill gap before the gun and the musket, and the first prototype model achieved a one-shot reimburse the kill radius of a standard infantry squad when using a high-explosive grenade.

With the addition of the Mage and Inscriptionist, Marlin found things to go a little unexpectedly - the Mages and Inscriptionists had carved all sorts of inscriptions into their dispensers, such as the acceleration circle at the exit of the projectile, something that cost 200 Movis bills, and which could make the projectile fly at a speed close to 330 meters per meter.

In other words? This thing is close to breaking the sound barrier.

Besides? There is also a recoil circle in the back and a blessing ring in the middle.

Can the former reduce recoil? And the latter will allow the mages to pass this blessing? Turns a normal bullet into a blessed effect.

And the mages also took Marin's drawings? Within two days, they were bringing a large 120mm cylinder with a lightweight magic circle? The most outrageous thing is that the last thing used is the magazine load, four rounds.

Marlin watched as the battle mage took this thing and attacked the ground in the air? The only idea is to change the color of the equipment on these guys' bodies, such as the purple-red and black combat uniforms? In this case, whether it is a sense of performance or a sense of confusion? will become more intense.

At the same time, I have to sigh that the mages really still have an IQ beyond the times and a certain sense of black humor - in the next demo, this battle mage actually appeared with two wielding? Then the first salvo made him heel in the double recoil, and before everyone could react, the guy plunged headlong into the snow.

"It's really suffocating, isn't it? My old friend. Marin glanced at Lagengrove Dendel, who spread his hands? I made a very helpless move.

By the time the assistants of the Wizard's Tower had pulled him out of the snow, the healers of the Church of Mercy had gone over to deal with his systemic fractures.

"It's better to hold it alone." The members of the Mage Tower finally came to such a conclusion.

"It feels like you can use a 180mm calibre, and when you reload, you can divide the upper and lower two three-round magazines, and the grip can be moved back for trimming." The folks of the Mage Tower also have an ambitious idea.

Marin didn't advise them in the end - the imagination of the Wizards' Towers had always been much more fantastic than the average craftsman, so let them be.

When Marin was on vacation for a month, Marin took Lulu to say goodbye to the various personnel, and then returned to Rongma.

His girls have entered the final due date, because of Marin's strange blood, the most professional doctors can't give an exact date, so Marin is ready to go back to live for a month, firstly, to comfort the girls so that they don't worry about themselves every day, and secondly, to hope to be able to spend more time with their families.

By the way, according to the girls, Marlin's old father, Mr. Gayat of Carter Castle, was not idle at all, and within a few days of his arrival in Rongma, he went to the local Witcher's Guild to register.

Then the various local mountain spirits and wild monsters poured blood mold on the spot, and the old man did not accept the task, but helped the young witchers to complete their mission, and whenever they were in danger, the old Gaiat of Fort of Castle would step up and beat the equally imbecile spirits who could fight the low-level witchers back and forth.

Marin is really hard to talk about this kind of trick that the legendary master uses to hurt people.

But...... What else can he say as an adopted son, he can only say, may there be no old Gaiatt in Fort Carter on the elf road of the elves.

In addition, the cub of Old Lady Spotted was a little wary of the arrival of Little Spot at first, but under Maya's training, the two silly leopards soon ate into the same pot.

As for the name of the little spot, Marin was unanimously told by all the girls that he had no talent for naming names.

"If you still choose the name so arbitrarily when the child is born, our sisters will deprive you of the right to choose a name." Faye, as the head of the family, spoke the same story on behalf of her sisters.

This made Marin very sad: "How can you think so, how can I, Marin Gaiat, not have the talent for choosing a name, do you really think I'm joking." ”

"Honey, look us in the eye." Faye and her sisters looked at Marin with the same expression.

Marin grumbled his mouth in a rare way, and finally collapsed on the couch.

There's no way to get by.

………………

"He just fell asleep." Lulu walked over to check Marin's condition, then turned to look at her sisters.

"Normal, even if it's a legend, there's no way to sleep four hours every three days in the workshop for half a month and still be alive." Lilim said as she noticed Marlin roll over and roll off the couch as his body shrunk.

Eventually, Marlin transforms into the child Jessica and the others once knew about.

"The bloodline is still not stable, and the bloodline dispute between Marin's paternal and maternal lines is really a headache." Cross said as she motioned for Lulu to carry Marlin into the bedroom.

"I don't care, anyway, no matter how big or small, it's our Marin." Matilda said with a smile.

Her sentiment is echoed by Maya: "Marin is our Marin and always will be." ”

"I think Marlin is better off being smaller." The big-tailed gray wolf Jessica smiled as a predator, and then she was hit in the head by Maya's tail.

"I think, let's get ready for our own name first, I don't have any hope for Marin's talent for naming at all, fate has given him such a strong talent and strength, he always needs to take some from him." Nova's exclamation won Lilim's approval, and the little lamb said that Marlin was afraid that she didn't remember her name, so she would call her little lamb all day long, and if Marin wasn't the boy she liked, she would have killed him a long time ago.

"In addition to being named an idiot, Marin is actually a standard workaholic, if it weren't for the fact that he is a legend and has enough physique, I'm afraid that he would have died of overwork a long time ago, I think Marin is too crazy." Matilda, as a paladin, expressed a certain amount of puzzlement: "I don't think he's preparing to save the world, but like he's rushing to die." ”

"Am I the only one who understands that Marin is so crazy at work to save the world." Lulu, who sends Marin into the bedroom and back to the living room, is a little puzzled by this.

"No, we all know what he's thinking, and we're afraid that he won't be able to save the world if he exhausts himself to death." Faye's answer made Lulu breathe, "Yes, or I'll go back to my room and take a look." ”

"Go and get back." Her sisters seem to have found a better pastime.