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Chen Yin stared at her back for a long time.

"It's strange to have humans in heat." Crow Clinton flew to Chen Yin's shoulder and sighed.

"Uncle?"

"Quack?"

"Do you owe a beating?"

"Did I say the wrong thing?"

"......" Chen Yin sighed, too lazy to bother with the birds, and returned to his room with a musket like a horn.

This horn gun is about one meter three, the barrel is very thick, it is basically not a problem to stuff an egg, and the flare opening of the muzzle can be stuffed into a fist.

From the muzzle, you can see that the barrel is very thick, even more than 1 centimeter, and the yellow color indicates that the barrel is most likely copper. The outer wall of the barrel has uneven sand mold marks, and Chen Yin guessed that it was likely to be poured by the sand mold.

An iron rod hung from the bottom of the muzzle, and judging from the cloth on top of the bar, it seemed to be a stick, and from this point of view the weapon remained at the level of a breech gun.

The wooden tow under the barrel is very comfortable to hold, and I don't know what kind of wood it is used, it is strong and lightweight, and it will not slip on the grip even if you sweat slightly.

Although the horn gun was still a breech gun, Chen Yin did not find an ignition device, but a bolt hammer similar to a breech gun.

Gently moving the hammer away, with a slight spring sound, the hammer "clicked" to a stop, and it looked a bit like an old-fashioned revolver.

Finally, the handle part of the gun is not satisfactory, and it seems that it was not designed to be carried over the shoulder......

Chen Yin tried back and forth with the heavy horn gun, and finally found that it should have been fired at the horizontal end of the armpit.

“…… Strange ideas, don't you need to aim? Unless......" Chen Yin thought about it and opened the leather ammunition bag.

"Sure enough."

In the leather ammunition bag, neatly stacked with paper-wrapped ammunition are placed. I opened one casually and found that the package was divided into three parts:

First of all, the iron sand that is part of the warhead is uneven, large and small, and even the shape is not the same.

The second is a very solid column of medicine, black and black, I don't know what the ingredients are.

Finally, there are flocculent fibers and a small sheet of metal.

It seems that this is the fire cap used for ignition, but I don't know what the flocculent fibers are used for.

Generally speaking, not to mention the composition of the medicine column, the technological level of this fixed ammunition is still relatively high, probably reaching the level of the 18th century. But this exquisitely crafted horn gun is a bit outdated, neither the craftsmanship nor the material can beat the level of the 18th century on earth.

And this gun has another fatal flaw, and that is the weight. The mass of more than 20 kilograms alone is unbearable, if it weren't for Chen Yin's physical exercise, otherwise just holding this gun and aiming for ten minutes would consume his physical strength.

It's no wonder that its name is "Dwarves with Guns".

When Chen Yin stuffed the shotgun inside, the gun's attack power was displayed as "2" in the true effect - which was even 1 point higher than the attack power of Chen Yin's modern shotgun.

Of course, the range that can exert 2 attack power is only within a range of about 2 meters, and after more than 2 meters, this gun can only hit birds.

However, the significance of this gun is still cross-generational, it can allow a helpless woman or child to greatly increase her chances of victory against a well-trained militia, and it does not require too much training.

But overall, the deterrent power of this musket lies more in the sound of the shot......

For Chen Yin, the biggest gain from getting this gun is the words engraved on the handle: Edwood Firearms Workshop.

"Uncle?"

"Quack?"

"I'll go out, will you go?"

"Got wine?"

“…… Yes. ”

"Go to Ga, go Ga!"

Clinton flapped his wings excitedly and landed on Chen Yin's shoulder.

"Go, go, go!"

Chen Yin suddenly asked with some regret.

Unexpectedly, Edwood's firearms workshop was actually very famous, and when Chen Yin invited a maid to ask casually, he actually got the exact address.

Walking out of the hotel gate, bypassing the fountain, and following the bustling flow of people to the commercial center of the port, you will walk smoothly to the bustling business district.

Standing here, Chen Yin suddenly had the illusion of returning to China to squeeze the train.

Pedestrians on the street rubbed shoulders one after another, and if they took a slightly larger step, they would step on the heels of the people in front of them. Walking on the street are basically gorgeously dressed, thin or shrewd.

Needless to say, I also know that these people must be here to do business......

casually asked someone for a few words, and Chen Yin followed the rolling flow of people and came to a "castle" very close to the sea.

The castle is entirely made of heavy, rough stone blocks and looks majestic...... It's just a little out of proportion, and the whole castle looks like a double-layered cake that has been crushed and deformed.

The "majestic" pillars and gate are just over 2 meters high, but the width of the gate is enough to fit two trucks side by side.

Above the gate hangs a line of large letters: "Edwood Firearms Workshop".

When Chen Yin walked into the hall and saw a real dwarf, he realized why their buildings were out of proportion......

Looking at the guys with waistlines longer than their height running all over the ground, Chen Yin suddenly had the feeling of walking into a mirror house with a code of haha mirrors.

"Hmm...... Hello? Chen Yin asked, dragging a dwarf.

"Let it go! You rude stupid big man! ”

“……”

After the dwarf broke free, he glared at Chen Yin hatefully, and ran quickly backwards with two small short legs.

The sound of "bells" was ringing in the back.

Chen Yin thought about it, followed the dwarf and walked inside, the dwarves who were busy around him didn't seem to pay attention to his "stupid big man" at all, and everyone seemed to be busy with their own things.

Standing at the door, Chen Yin looked back at the humans behind him who were buying weapons, and then at the counter where no one greeted him at all, he couldn't help but shake his head and raised his legs into the inner room.

It seemed to be similar to a normal blacksmith shop, and there were many bare-chested, bearded dwarves here who were intently banging on the red pieces of metal on the iron felt.

Chen Yin just went around here like this, and no one cared about him.

"Huh?" Chen Yin suddenly saw a white-haired and white-bearded dwarf poking into the furnace with a "A"-shaped metal utensil, staring at the dial in the shape of "Tian" without blinking.

"Metal thermometer?" Chen Yin couldn't help but say something. It was the first time he had seen anyone hold such a high-level measure.

"Shut up!" The white-bearded dwarf roared at Chen Yin, and then turned his gaze back to the thermometer.

"Huh?" The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, then turned back to stare at Chen Yin suspiciously, and finally put his eyes on Chen Yin's shoulder, where Clinton, who had just been drunk, was resting.

“…… Belch. Clinton seemed to feel the scrutinizing gaze, staggered his head up, and burped deeply at the white-bearded dwarf.

"Sniff ......" The old dwarf took two deep breaths of air, looking intoxicated: "Tirifingo? ”

“…… What? "Chen Yin is in the circle.

"It's definitely the taste of Tirifingo." The old dwarf's big nose leaned up to the crow and sniffed violently, if it weren't for his height, maybe he could have reached the crow's beak......

"What is Tirifingo? Alcohol? ”

"Humph! You don't even know Tirifingo!? That's no ordinary wine! That's the whole Golden Harbor...... No, it's the most famous Tirifingo in the entire Federation! The old dwarf said excitedly.

"It's not wine yet." Chen Yin shrugged.

"Ignorant things! Hum! The old dwarf shook his beard, glared at Chen Yin, and continued to stare at the thermometer.

And Chen Yin was also looking at the stone pier-like thing next to the old dwarf, which looked like a stone pier wrapped in wood from the outside, but the small funnel-shaped opening on the top of the stone pier showed that it was not a stone pier, but a stone mold.

Sure enough, when the metal in the crucible had completely melted, the old dwarf, wearing thick gloves and holding the crucible with a slender iron tongs, carefully poured the hot metal solution through the opening of the stone mold.

Needless to say, I also know that these people must be here to do business......

casually asked someone for a few words, and Chen Yin followed the rolling flow of people and came to a "castle" very close to the sea.

The castle is entirely made of heavy, rough stone blocks and looks majestic...... It's just a little out of proportion, and the whole castle looks like a double-layered cake that has been crushed and deformed.

The "majestic" pillars and gate are just over 2 meters high, but the width of the gate is enough to fit two trucks side by side.

Above the gate hangs a line of large letters: "Edwood Firearms Workshop".

When Chen Yin walked into the hall and saw a real dwarf, he realized why their buildings were out of proportion......

Looking at the guys with waistlines longer than their height running all over the ground, Chen Yin suddenly had the feeling of walking into a mirror house with a code of haha mirrors.

"Hmm...... Hello? Chen Yin asked, dragging a dwarf.

"Let it go! You rude stupid big man! ”

“……”

After the dwarf broke free, he glared at Chen Yin hatefully, and ran quickly backwards with two small short legs.

The sound of "bells" was ringing in the back.

Chen Yin thought about it, followed the dwarf and walked inside, the dwarves who were busy around him didn't seem to pay attention to his "stupid big man" at all, and everyone seemed to be busy with their own things.

Standing at the door, Chen Yin looked back at the humans behind him who were buying weapons, and then at the counter where no one greeted him at all, he couldn't help but shake his head and raised his legs into the inner room.

It seemed to be similar to a normal blacksmith shop, and there were many bare-chested, bearded dwarves here who were intently banging on the red pieces of metal on the iron felt.

Chen Yin just went around here like this, and no one cared about him.

"Huh?" Chen Yin suddenly saw a white-haired and white-bearded dwarf poking into the furnace with a "A"-shaped metal utensil, staring at the dial in the shape of "Tian" without blinking.

"Metal thermometer?" Chen Yin couldn't help but say something. It was the first time he had seen anyone hold such a high-level measure.

"Shut up!" The white-bearded dwarf roared at Chen Yin, and then turned his gaze back to the thermometer.

"Huh?" The white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, then turned back to stare at Chen Yin suspiciously, and finally put his eyes on Chen Yin's shoulder, where Clinton, who had just been drunk, was resting.

“…… Belch. Clinton seemed to feel the scrutinizing gaze, staggered his head up, and burped deeply at the white-bearded dwarf.

"Sniff ......" The old dwarf took two deep breaths of air, looking intoxicated: "Tirifingo? ”

“…… What? "Chen Yin is in the circle.

"It's definitely the taste of Tirifingo." The old dwarf's big nose leaned up to the crow and sniffed violently, if it weren't for his height, maybe he could have reached the crow's beak......

"What is Tirifingo? Alcohol? ”

"Humph! You don't even know Tirifingo!? That's no ordinary wine! That's the whole Golden Harbor...... No, it's the most famous Tirifingo in the entire Federation! The old dwarf said excitedly.

"It's not wine yet." Chen Yin shrugged.

"Ignorant things! Hum! The old dwarf shook his beard, glared at Chen Yin, and continued to stare at the thermometer.

And Chen Yin was also looking at the stone pier-like thing next to the old dwarf, which looked like a stone pier wrapped in wood from the outside, but the small funnel-shaped opening on the top of the stone pier showed that it was not a stone pier, but a stone mold.

Sure enough, when the metal in the crucible had completely melted, the old dwarf, wearing thick gloves and holding the crucible with a slender iron tongs, carefully poured the hot metal solution through the opening of the stone mold.

……

Golden Harbor Port Area.

In a secluded alley, two black-robed men with hoods hurried past the alley.

Above them, a pair of large black eyes watched them silently.

When the back of the black-robed man was around the corner, a slender girl came out from between the debris, looked around vigilantly, and suddenly leaped quickly, and the feathers floated over the alley, and landed on a balcony with an open door and dodged in.

After entering the house, the girl carefully looked out through the crack in the door, and after observing for a while, she hung up the deadbolt and closed the curtains.

The furnishings of the room are simple, with a thin layer of old sheets on the bed made of rough wood, through which the outline of the bed board can be seen.

The girl lit the candles, and the dim flames illuminated the messy wooden table.

Smudged parchment, some uncharted marks, text, a few oddly shaped metal devices, and a few sketches of strange bugs.

The girl crouched down on the table, took one out of the mess of parchment on the table, and took out a small golden beetle from her bosom and compared it with the sketch on the parchment......

“…… It's not ......," the girl threw away the golden beetle studded with gems, and sat down on the hard bed with a few pieces of parchment, frowning and thinking about something.

(To be continued.) )