"What, why don't you make a tin sheet first, roll it up and glue it together?" The dwarf Sok rubbed his beard with a look of incredulity, and said, "It should be fine from the shape, but it is certainly not strong enough." I'm not bragging www.biquge.info I've seen the weapons of human craftsmen, most of them are scrap to us. ”

The dwarf Sok looked down on the human craftsmen of this world, not on the earth, and Zhao Mai didn't take it to heart at all. No matter how strong the dwarven craftsman is, can he have the power of a 10,000-ton forging press?

Looking at Green's appearance, he seems to agree that dwarven craftsmen are far better than human craftsmen. If the dwarf Soke's musket went off, or if he only took out an ordinary sword, the merchants of Nebo Town would also treat him as a VIP, and it would never be Zhao Mai's turn to pick up such a treasure.

The three of them double-checked the list to make sure everything was ready, and then went their separate ways. The dwarf Sock first had to make a mold, and instead of using a wooden mold and then a clay mold, he went straight to a large block of rock. The dwarf is very good at using rock tools, and he does have a commendable ability in this regard.

Zhao Mai mysteriously took a box of alchemy raw materials and began to make granular gunpowder. In terms of the power of the explosion alone, the powder powder burns more quickly and releases more power in an instant. But bullets need a constant thrust in the chamber, especially when the seal is not up to par, and a longer burn time can produce a higher muzzle velocity. The only thing Zhao Mai can't determine is the relationship between the size of the particles, the weight of the bullet and the length of the chamber, and it is difficult to achieve standardized and precise experiments here, so the general direction is there, and the rest is left to fate.

"Which deity is in charge of the craftsman, and do I need to pray to him?"

"Oh, I've already done that, you don't have to worry about it. "Green doesn't help much with the craftsman, but he never misses out on the little things.

In addition to praying to God, making offerings, and buying meals, Green also handles the trio's external communications. The burglary of the fireplace hotel is not completely over, and the thieves must be caught before they can be handed over. The fat boss was afraid of the news of the theft of the tenants from his shop—he was not very worried about the theft of the drinkers—so he was urging the sheriff of the town to close the case as soon as possible.

Closing the case as soon as possible is not about getting things back as soon as possible. Green was aware of the demands of these merchants and cooperated with them to reach an agreement with the sufferer as soon as possible. It's too much trouble to catch a thief and recover the treasure, and usually this kind of thing will go to the local thieves' guild and ask them to take out some of the money to buy peace.

Then the sheriff would say to the bitter master, "We have found the thieves, and they resisted arrest and were beaten to death by us." Your lost belongings are not found, and they may have been taken off. However, we found some stolen money, and it is possible that the money you lost and was sold was also in it. These thieves are also involved in several other cases, so you can't give all the money. Tell me, what did you lose?"

No matter what was lost, as long as it was not worthless, the sheriff would take some gold coins out and give them to the sufferer. As for what Green found in the thieves' lair, Zhao Maiming said that it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even want to know.

Back to the blacksmith shop. Since it spans two worlds, there is no need to repeat the recipe of granule gunpowder, the recipe of the recipe and the manufacturing method here. Anyway, when Zhao Mai finished the things he had at hand, Soke's mold was ready. When Green returned, the three of them worked together and began smelting molten iron.

Zhao Mai was responsible for pulling the bellows, Green was responsible for adding pulverized coal and tools, and Sock was concentrating on controlling the iron ingots. In fact, only the dwarves are really contributing, and the other two are busy with the corners.

"The temperature is still a little insufficient, it would be nice to have it higher. The dwarf looked at the fire with some regret.

"Green, just sprinkle a handful of toner into it!" Zhao Mai pulled the bellows desperately, and his tongue spit out like the reserve grain.

The toner had an effect, and a look of surprise burst out from between Sock's eyebrows. He rubbed his hands together, and a blood-red glow emanated from his palms, then along his wrists, arms, and upwards until they covered his elbows.

"What is this, a dwarf spell?" As soon as Zhao Mai opened his mouth to ask, he was "booed" by Green: "Don't disturb him." ”

Molten iron was poured into the mold, and Sock leaned on the outside of the mold and listened. He taps the mold with his knuckles, then picks up a hammer and knocks it around. Zhao Mai's eyes widened and he couldn't guess what he was doing.

The dwarf listened, knocked, shook, and repeated. After a short while, he grabbed the mold with both hands and pulled it outwards with all his might. The stone cracked into small shards on the ground, and a thick, long barrel appeared in front of everyone.

The iron has not completely cooled down and is still red. The dwarf didn't use tongs, but grabbed it directly. The red glow faded slightly, but it also protected his hand from the heat. Whatever craftsman has to pursue a feel, the dwarf has a way to directly grab the red-hot iron bar, who can compare the feel with him?

The two-meter-long barrel was like a long stick, turning back and forth in the dwarf's hand. Pick up the pliers and draw a mark, which appears to be the place that needs to be cut off later. Sok motioned for Zhao Mai and Green to step back, and then cast the dwarf's craftsman spell.

This spell feels very windy, and the light and shadow effects can give ten points, but it is true that I can't understand what he is doing at all. A volley of dwarven words appeared, then along the dwarf's crimson arm, and finally pressed into the iron pipe by the palm of his hand. At the same time, Sock raised the sledgehammer, and the ping-pong struck it, light or heavy, straight or oblique, and sometimes the moment the hammer touched the iron pipe, it brought a rotating force.

Wouldn't that bend the hollow pipe? If there is a bulge in the inner wall, it will be easy to blow up...... Zhao Mai was in a hurry on the side, wanting to give a reminder but couldn't find an opportunity. The dwarf Sock has his own rhythm when he works, and he doesn't even leave room for others to interject.

As if he didn't think the pipe was enough, the dwarf Sock would reinsert the pipe into the furnace from time to time. "Heat up, add toner!" the deep voice kept ringing. However, this time he spoke dwarven language, and Zhao Mai could only understand it after Green translated it. It is said that life is the best teacher, and the first two dwarf words that Zhao Mai learned were "heating amount" and "adding toner".

Sock repeatedly beat for a long time, and the outer wall of the pipe was still uneven, and even Green was a little confused at this time. The two humans squatted aside, picking up a sip of ale from time to time to cool down, waiting patiently.

"Alright!" the dwarf dwarf rubbed the iron pipe in the trough, still rubbing. The remaining red light on his arm faded and returned to its normal appearance. "Let's take a break and have something to eat. ”

Zhao Mai couldn't help but be curious, and picked it up after the pipe was cold. The smooth and beautiful iron pipe is flawless, without any bumps and defects. He could only admire, then scratched his head and sighed: "Magic is amazing......"