Aldrich woke up quietly, opened his eyes and naturally looked sideways at the outside of the Mage Tower, the extremely familiar darkness, still shrouded in the deep night, his heart was surprised and delighted.

"The time flow of the secret realm has slowed down, and I am estimated to have stayed in the world of All Souls for a day and a night, and I didn't expect to find out that it was only a few hours later. If the time difference can be used properly, the efficiency of the undead industry in the secret realm will be extremely amazing. ”

He closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep again, but his body, which had rested enough and had been relieved of his fatigue, instinctively refused, so Tris got out of bed and walked around the room barefoot.

The cold rocky floor, from time to time, stabbed Aldrich's soles and made him quickly enter the state and think about his future plans, about the scavenger is about to enter the lucrative military industry, I am afraid that a city hall congressman friend will not be able to cover it at all. After all, there are too many forces in this area, and even if Anse Claire is re-elected, he still lacks qualifications.

As for the city guards, even with the support of Knight Langton Morris, a former celebrity of the Eastwood Archduke, it seems that they are a bit weak, and they must try to win at least two more mid-to-high-level supporters of the same rank as him. As for the line between the House of Representatives and the Senate, the Sales Committee across both houses should be a good platform.

Remembering the secret meeting of Baron Federi's mansion not long ago, Knight Chief, El Els, the core figure of the city guard, who was present to speak, seemed to have a little contact. The baron himself is the host and a senior senator, and if he can win support, then the network behind the military industry can almost be preliminarily built.

Finding the movement of Master Tris, who had woken up early in the living room on the fourth floor, pacing in the room, Taling Christine immediately went online to take over the Aqua Blue Mage Tower, and the incarnation was still a palm-sized elf, quietly landing on Aldrich's shoulder.

"It's a quarter past four in the morning, dear Master Tris, don't you think that you don't have enough time to rest until midnight? ”

Aldrich disagreed: "It's okay, after all, I'm a knight, and my body is at the peak of my life, and I have enough capital to squander." ”

Tarlingkristine reached out to cover her mouth and yawned, making Terris herself a little sleepy.

He immediately reached out and pressed his belt, the reindeer king's gift red sock space bag was still there, and there should be a lot of things stored in it.

"I've got some good stuff for you. ”

With that, Aldrich reached out and took off the space bag, put his hand inside, and pulled out one skeleton after another, all of which were skeletons transformed from freshly killed goblin bodies through the sacrificial altar, unlike all the dry bones buried in the dirt and rotting along with the coffin in the cemetery itself, they seemed to have a little wisdom, although the goblins did not have a bright mind before they died.

"Undead minions!Are they all smuggled goods that Master Terris brought from the secret world in the lake? ”

If it weren't for the lack of various gems, gold and silver materials, Taling would have long wanted to make alchemy statue servants to share the daily maintenance of the mage tower for her, and now the successor, Master Tris, has taken out twenty goblin skeletons to solve Christine's problems.

Regarding the enhancement of the low-level undead creatures such as skeleton soldiers, the relevant knowledge collected by the Aqua Blue Mage Tower has long had a targeted plan, although with the passage of time, those written books have become rotten shredded paper, but the storage module owned by the tower itself makes the spell knowledge collected by the previous Delgon master have a corresponding backup, all that is required is to spend time searching, or maybe simply build a search engine on its own.

"Master Tris, I need to do some experiments with these undead minions, hoping to increase their physical strength and intelligence, so according to the previous successor's agreement, open some of the source of spellcasting to me, is it okay?"

Aldrich nodded disapprerovingly: "You can use it as you like, anyway, I'm not very keen on spells, and I trust the heavy sword in my hand more than the pride of the spellcaster." ”

Satisfied, Taling began to extract the source of the spell from her successor's body, but to her surprise, the shallow pool, which had been low-lying, now seemed to be deep and unreachable, and the flow was too abundant.

Of course, Christine told Master Triss in no secret about this question, and Aldrich immediately said that he did not know about it, but he quickly remembered the wonderful encounters in the secret world of All Souls' Day.

Behind the seventh-level undead knight of the hero template, there are additional spellcaster classes for first-level wizards and first-level war sacrifices, and there are even system prompts for double blue bar mana and song power, and I can't help but think about it.

"Since I can use the Red Sock Space Bag to bring the skeleton soldiers in the secret world to the real world, then with the caster class, I may also bring out the source of spellcasting. ”

He pondered for a moment, revealing part of what had happened to the secret realm in his dream, and Christine did not expect Master Triss to be so frank, and at the same time, she was sincerely relieved and moved by the only successor to the mage tower who shared the secret.

Aldrich then pulled out several pieces of roughly-smelted iron from the Red Socks, all of which were the goblin village harvest, as well as a large pile of rusty swords, weapons, and armor.

"Yes, having these ready-made materials is much faster and more efficient than calcining and refining from large quantities of iron ore. ”

Taling took over control of the goblin skeleton from Master Tris, extracted the process of casting cannon barrels from the memory bank, Aldrich also had knowledge of his previous life, but he was not an expert in this area, and it was better to hide his ugliness than to hide it, following Christine's manufacturing process, first using mud and fine sand to create molds.

It wasn't until the sky was clear and the morning sun shone through the canyon that the dim environment of the Mage Tower changed, but the changes in the outside world did not affect the two of them who were concentrating in the slightest.

After a hundred years of silence, the smelting furnace of the Mage Tower once again rose with the flames of arcane fire, and the iron and metal products were scorched by the invisible flames, and soon reddened and softened, gradually turning into a pot of boiling magma-like molten iron.

Aldrich, who had great strength, carried the two molds to the alchemy workshop on the third floor through the floating disc and placed them under the smelting furnace.

Taling then closed the triple loop of arcane fire, and the molten iron in the smelting furnace returned to calm, the surface sparkling, and the scorching heat could not even stand Tris, and could only be operated by Christine.

The sticky iron water was poured into the sand mold until all the empty spaces were filled, followed by natural cooling, which, according to Taling's post-mortem instructions, would take at least a month, and Audi Aldrich was immediately dumbfounded.

At a critical moment, let alone a month, it is a few days, and the lucrative cannon casting business may change hands, and if such a thing happens, the entry of scavengers into the military industry will surely be a rather rugged and long march full of stumbling blocks.

"Time is very tight, we can't wait a month for another test, and immediately after the barrel cools down, we move on to the next item, the combination of iron bullets and detonation powder. ”

Christine was a little puzzled, but seeing Master Tris's serious expression, she didn't think he was joking, so she immediately explained to her successor.

"It's crunchy and it might blow up! It's not a big problem, I'll add a few rings to the outside of the barrel to increase the pressure limit for the wall to withstand the detonation powder. ”

Taling thought about it, and realized that what Master Triss said also had some truth, and he didn't want to see him disappointed again, so he nodded silently in approval.

Rather than carving stone bullets slowly, the remaining molten iron in the smelting furnace can be easily made into round spherical iron bullets with the right mold.

Aldrich made six molds in one go, poured a funnel and molten iron into them, and it didn't take long to break the sand molds, take out the cooled round iron bullets, and repair the excess scraps with a file, and it was done.

It took a bit of thought to reinforce the barrel, but with the help of Taring Christine, it was quickly crafted in the furnace. The seamless welding of the arcane fire was even more perfect than Tris had expected, and of course it was all due to the source of the spell casting in his body, or it could be said that he helped himself.

After a hasty breakfast, Aldrich left the Mage Tower, made his way through the protective zone full of quicksand traps, and made a shooting range at the end of the canyon for testing artillery.

After noon, the barrel of the cannon cooled slightly, Tris personally smashed the sand mold, cleaned the iron slag or sand that may remain on the inner pipe wall, put it on his shoulder, and easily picked up the fire pill bag made of iron bullets and explosive powder, and left the mage tower to the shooting range of the test.

Taling estimated that distance should not be a problem, and then turned into an elf and clinged to Aldrich's shoulder, and upon arriving at the range, Tris carefully lowered the iron bullet and blasting powder, and placed the barrel on the base of the turret that had turned mud into stone.

When I was about to set fire to the medicine pack, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten something very important, that is, the barrel of the gun must reserve an opening for the lead.

The question stumped him, but Christine covered her mouth and snickered, Aldrich looked sideways at Taling, who was sitting on her shoulder and shaking her feet, she remembered that she was a little rude, and quickly told Master Triss the details of the solution.

"I see, with a Mithril needle it is easy to drill a hole in the barrel of a gun, so what are we waiting for. ”

Hearing the urging, Christine did not dare to slack off and immediately flew back to the Mage Tower, found the masonry marked with a secret mark in the third layer of the alchemy workshop, easily opened Master Dergon's secret collection box, and took out a Wrist-Ruler-long Mithril Needle from it.

Aldrich measured it and used it to make a hole the size of a tail finger in the thick wall of the cannon, which was used to place the lead wire for lighting the fire pack.

Soon, he realized that he had forgotten to make the lead, and reached out to his forehead, and Tris raised his head speechlessly to the sky, and ten thousand alpacas rushed through him.

Christine knew that this was caused by the heir's impatience, and she didn't immediately start making a magic flower when she saw the field, anyway, the blast powder and cotton wool were ready-made, and when Master Triss cleaned up her mood, she had already made more than a dozen short flower sticks.

Aldridge was quick to adjust his mindset, and thanks to the abundant source of faith, when the experiment officially began, his face was highly focused and serious.

Adjusting the angle of the barrel to shoot almost horizontally, the target was aimed at a row of scarecrows at the shooting range, and the elf Christine snapped her fingers, but the subtle blooming sparks were not lit.

Tris had to come by himself, drawing his sword out of its sheath and slashing twice at random on the base of the rock fort, and a large number of flashes and vanishing sparks lived up to his expectations, and successfully ignited the fireworks.

"Hiss ......"

The magic fireworks that act as a fuse are less colorful fireworks, and only the heart-wrenching hiss and the thick smell of gunsmoke.

“......”

The sound stopped abruptly, and then there was no follow-up, and the entire barrel and the rock base fell into a deathly silence, leaving Aldrich with his hands on his ears and Taling with his eyes wide open.

"It can't be because there is no fire pill pack, and the spark of the flower stick is not lit. Triss muttered to himself in reflection, then gestured to Christine, who was sitting on her shoulder.

The first time he tested the artillery, any unexpected situation could happen, and when things got out of control and became unpredictable, Aldrich immediately sent the incorporeal Taling to inspect it.

Christine happily agreed, spread her thin transparent wings like dragonflies, flew to the lead of the barrel, and forcefully pulled away the burned fireworks, and as Master Triss expected, she immediately replaced them with a new magic flower.

Aldrich didn't step forward and swing his sword to slash out the sparks and ignite the fireworks, and Taling immediately rubbed his hands, pursed his lips, and spat out a tongue of orange fire.

Successfully lit the magic flower, she immediately flapped her wings and flew away, and just flew to Master Tris's side, the explosive powder in the fire pill bag burned rapidly, producing a massive amount of gas, and then vented to the only cannon barrel outlet after the sharp expansion.

"Shy ......"

The rock turret sank and cracked due to the strong recoil, and the muzzle of the cannon bloomed with a gray-black mushroom cloud, and even Aldrich Triss's eyesight could not see the moment the iron bullet was fired, only a vague black shadow quickly moved away from view.

Five hundred paces away, twenty scarecrows lined up in a row were unharmed, but a steep rock wall at the end of the canyon, about three meters above the ground, a ball of iron sank deep into it.

Aldrich dug it down with great force, and found that the round iron ball was almost pressed into a flat disk, which showed the power of the artillery: "It was successful! The first time the cannon was cast, it was done." ”

Tarling Christine happily circled her fingers and put them in her mouth and whistled unusually loudly to congratulate Master Triss on his masterpiece.

"One more shot!"