After returning to Misty Island, the first thing Lear did was brainwash all the people, which was very easy, and it would not be difficult for anyone who had seen the miraculous passage of Misty Island and then poured a meal of ecstasy soup through Lear, who had already been unsteady.

It stands to reason that Yasha's level of existence does not need the power of faith at all, but helplessly, she is injured now, and every bit of power that can speed up her recovery must be fully utilized, even if it is just to develop some shallow believers at most devout believers, the accumulation is quite considerable.

Time is everything, the two dragons in the sky are racing, whoever comes out of the core of the planet that imprisons him first will grasp the initiative of this universe, that is not the king of the mountain in the Aliland Snow Mountain, but the real master of the universe.

After these things were settled, Lear divided everyone into teams, and in the absence of war, all had to serve the construction, and the craftsmen were given a fairly high status and treatment, as Lear had promised in the border city, and the warriors were temporarily used as their assistants.

Lear handed over these matters to Valenk to deal with, and this aristocratic young master finally showed his talent for management at this time, including the three thousand slaves who joined later, and the team of nearly 6,000 people was dispatched by him in an orderly manner, and now he is the number one general manager of Misty Island, and his ability to manage these people and assign tasks even Adela sighed to himself, which also made Lear feel extremely gratified.

This 10,000-year-old oil bottle has finally found its own position.

Lear himself had more important matters, he took Jeremy and a few dwarven craftsmen into the brimstone mines, and opened a clearing in the northwest of the mines, no one knew what they were doing, because Lear didn't allow them to come close, and even little Luna was severely reprimanded for jumping up and down to find him.

Since then, everyone can only tell that Lear is still alive from the occasional explosions coming from the other side of the mine.

"Boom!"

After a flurry of flying sand and rocks, Lear scrambled up from a pile of rubble, looking gloomily at the blasted bronze barrel.

Failed again.

At the beginning, Lear proposed the theory of rifling to Jeremy, and was immediately shocked by the latter, for more than ten days, they experimented with almost all the bronze barrels, and the accuracy and range of the shooting did improve at the beginning, but soon new problems appeared, after the solid bullet was fired a few times, the barrel would quickly overheat, which could not be helped, because the heating performance of copper was originally the worst of all metals.

In desperation, Lear came up with the idea of scattering bullets and changing the shape of the shells and adding a tail to the body of the projectile, all of which came from his poor artillery knowledge in his previous life, but for Jeremy, these theories were as mysterious as a book from heaven, but he clearly had an intuition that Lear must be right, not only from the strong confidence on Lear's face when he told him this knowledge, but also from his own heart.

The voice kept telling him "Yes, that's it, keep going down this path and you'll change the world!"

The ideal is very plump, but the reality is crueler than Sister Feng's teeth.

Even if they have mastered the theory that they think is correct, they have still ushered in countless failures in the past ten days.

The barrel of the cannon overheats and explodes, the shell is changed and explodes, the primer does not burn completely, the scattered shell gets stuck in the barrel and explodes, and the shell is not blown up once, but after adjusting the angle of the shot, the shell is directly deflected to the sky, these failures are like a naked mockery of their efforts and confidence.

Give up, you're wrong, this is the world of magic and gods, a little mortal still wants to challenge the rules, die crawler!

Everything went wrong, whether it was rifling (two straight chambers carved from memory with enchanted tools), or gunpowder (black powder was of low purity and always burned incompletely), and the barrel (the bronze cannon was not one of the scumbag guns), and finally the ammunition, and Lear now wanted to smash it down with a bolt of lightning when he saw those irregular round bumps.

Maybe it's really his own whims, thinking that he can change everything with advanced scientific knowledge, even the dwarves with the most superb forging skills in this world can only cast steel, and even wrought iron is rarely forged, what can he do with such a pile of bronze and black iron lumps?

Sweeping the ocean to the world to marry Bai Fumei as the king of the sea?

Save it, go home and practice hard.

If you want to get rich and practice spells, you still have to go to the dark on the road of the master.

Frustrated by this, Lear shook his head to shake the distractions out of his mind, and walked back dejectedly.

"My lord, don't you practice?"

Jeremy caught up and asked, to be honest, he was also sad, the most painful thing in this world is that you know that you are on the right path, but there is a pit in front of you that you can't jump over no matter what, not only can't you jump, the pit and the people on the side of the pit are still laughing at you, but you just know that you must be right and don't want to change.

Knot.

"Don't practice! ”

Lear said impatiently.

Jeremy opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, is it really still like this, no one can really understand me, although the adult really provided a lot of useful advice and direction, but it was only three minutes of heat.

Thinking of this, Jeremy was also extremely desperate, he turned around sadly and walked towards the remaining few bronze cannons, since you don't want it, it's all ruined, there is nothing, don't think about it anymore, as for Lear's defense, he doesn't dare, his little life is in the hands of others, courage is such a thing, there is really a limit to the number of times you can use it in a lifetime.

"What are you doing?"

Lear turned to watch as Jeremy slipped the cannonballs and gunpowder into the barrel and fetched the torches that lit them.

"Huh, didn't you say you wouldn't practice, my lord? What's the use of keeping these things?"

Jeremy said sadly.

"Aren't you stupid? Can't I go back and take a shower like this? You're going to blow up Lao Tzu's cannon pipe, why don't you blow yourself up? That's all my money!"

Lear jumped up and cursed.

Jeremy was stunned for a moment, and then felt himself be enveloped in a great wave of joy.

"Sir, do you mean you still have to practice?"

"I won't kill you if you come here, I spent so much money and spent so much time saying that if you don't practice, you won't practice? Are you really stupid? Practice! Keep practicing! I'll take a shower and come back, today it's either me or it kills me!"

With that, Lear walked towards the town, only to be embraced by Jeremy and kissed him on the cheek with a fierce kiss.

"Sir, kill me!"

............

After ten days, the whole town has undergone earth-shaking changes, not only the council hall has been built, but also the market, the blacksmith street, and the houses have already taken shape, and in a few days, the slaves can say goodbye to the days when the sky is the bed and the earth is the bed and live in a brand new house.

As the chief engineer, Valenque made a detailed plan for the city, and he divided the city into an inner city and an outer city like those giant cities he had ever seen, with people living in the outer city and garrisoning troops in the inner city, although this did not meet Lear's expectations, but with Valenke's vision, it was quite good to be able to do this, and there was nothing to say about him.

The new town is divided into six large districts by Valenque, and more than a dozen eight-horse lanes are connected vertically and horizontally, indicating the future prosperity of the city, with a total length of ten kilometers from east to west and twelve kilometers from north to south.

Lear expects that the city will be able to accommodate at least 100,000 people in the future, and when the giant city is completely completed, he will also build a huge project in the city, the statue of the dragon god of order, although he can't figure out how big Yasha's real body is, but he has reserved a vacant land of thousands of square meters for this purpose, which should be enough.

With a wingspan of a kilometer, Lear felt a little tight just thinking about it.

When Lear returns to his residence in the council hall, he is surprised to find everyone waiting for him in the hall, including Landrig, Sylvia, and Caron, as well as Valenque, the future eunuch.

"Don't you all have to work?"

Lear asked curiously, he didn't remember anything important going on lately, and there was a lot of excitement outside

The shouts of the craftsmen also prove that today is an ordinary day.

"Your Excellency, the infrastructure of the port has been completed in the afternoon, and all our ships have docked. ”

Landrig reported first, and Lear nodded, this is a good thing, but it doesn't seem necessary to attack the whole army.

"My lord, the track work of the sulfur mine has been basically completed, and as long as there is one more safety reinforcement, it can be put into production. ”

This time it's Babulu, the gray dwarf, who was one of the slaves Lear brought back last time.

"Well, that's good. ”

This also means that from now on there will be a steady flow of gold coins, and this period is also the time when gold coins are most needed, this news comes too timely, after all, in addition to wood, stone, sulfur and mercury, the construction of a city needs a lot of things, but the most needed is people.

At present, it is impossible for Misty Island to attract anyone to settle in it, and even if Lear comes, he will not be reassured, he can only enrich the population of Misty Island by buying slaves, and these all require money, lots and lots of money.

"The council hall has also been completed, the market and blacksmith street have begun to take shape, including the houses and trading houses in the North District, and even we have our own tavern, and the foundation of the magic guild has been decided. ”

This time, it was Valenque who spoke.

"So?"

Lear kind of understood, these people gathered together to ask for an explanation, but he didn't understand what to ask for for a while.

"Boss, shouldn't our town have a name of its own?"

Valenque exclaimed excitedly, after all, this was the town he was most proud of, in fact, he had already thought of the name in his heart, and he would say it as soon as Lear asked.

It turned out to be this, Lear suddenly realized, and then smiled.

He glanced at the people in front of him, the women were beautiful, the men were strong, Lori was also cute, and everyone's faces were filled with a Mediterranean wheat field-like pride and confidence.

"Let's call it Spartacus, then. ”

......