Chapter 199: Snooping

Five bullets consume a third, which means that after firing fifteen bullets in a row, the coating on the inner wall of the barrel disappears completely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

With such a terrifying consumption rate, not to mention ordinary adventurers, even Lu Li felt a little painful.

You must know that the barrel of the sniper rifle is originally very long, coupled with the large caliber, a layer of coating is enough to cost 3,000 gold towers, and you can buy a good set of weapons and equipment at this price.

After all, the coating on the barrel is not consumed by using skills, but every time after pulling the trigger, the gunpowder explosion melts a small part of the coating in the rifle.

The former is an out-and-out consumable, the latter is a one-time purchase, and it does not need to be replaced for a long time, and the cost performance is not at the same level at all, and it can even be said that more than seventy percent of adventurers simply cannot afford such an expensive weapon.

Confirming that the thermal weapons would not spread in Kempera, Dandy finally left the inn and returned to the Golden Libra station.

However, not long after he left, far away in a dimly lit basement on the edge of the northern city, several guys with gloomy expressions were gathering together, and from time to time a fierce quarrel broke out, and the things they quarreled about were the copper bullets and cartridge casings placed on the table.

Apparently, the deformed warheads and shells were dug up from corpses or picked up from the arena, and several of them were stained with bright red flesh.

"Alright, stop the pointless bickering, I'm sitting here listening to nonsense, but I want to know if the weapons used by the Watchers can be copied?" asked an old man who looked to be in his early sixties.

The other man in a black cloak shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, your request is a bit difficult, and our alchemists can't even analyze what it is that can burst out with such a powerful impact after being burned, so it is impossible to replicate it." But we have figured out the principle and are actively looking for alternatives. ā€

"Replacement?" the old man subconsciously frowned. Then he turned his gaze to the middle-aged woman sitting in the corner.

The latter immediately stood up, picked up a thigh-thick bronze tube on the ground, poured some dark red crystal powder into the tube, and threw a copper ball engraved with a strange pattern into it.

Moment!

A sky-high flame erupted from the copper pipe, making a loud noise!

Bang!

I saw the copper ball shoot out of the jar and smash through two thick brick walls in a row, before finally exhausting all the kinetic energy.

The old man stared at the copper ball rolling to the ground in amazement, and finally came back to his senses and asked loudly, "What kind of power is this? Why can that copper ball have such a terrifying attack power?"

The middle-aged woman unhurriedly put the hot copper pipe on the ground, took a deep breath and explained: "Your Excellency, in fact, the principle of the Watchman's weapon is very simple, that is, to use a substance that can burn violently, so that the air can expand rapidly in the confined space, and then push these metals out at an extremely fast speed.

When the speed exceeds a certain level, even metal the size of a fingernail can cause extremely terrible damage.

I just restored the whole process in a rougher way, compared to the precision weapons he used, this one in my hand is simply rubbish, whether it is destructive power, penetrating power, or range, there is no way to compare with it.

According to my speculation, the two weapons he used in the arena today have a range of more than 800 meters, and this rudimentary copper pipe can shoot copper balls about 300 meters at most, and its penetration power is not even comparable to that of large siege crossbows and stone throwers.

Of course, that's not all!

The most important thing is the cost!

In order to create a powerful enough explosion, I consumed a total of 1,200 gold pagoda crystal powder, a 300 gold pagoda enchanted copper ball, and a copper pipe reinforced with a special process worth 700 gold coins.

In other words, two thousand two hundred gold pagodas were consumed just now, and this is not counting the manual fees of my alchemist.

Such alternatives are worthless unless a cheap alternative is found, let alone delusional attempts to use them against the enemy, which no country can afford except the guild. ā€

"Damn!Two thousand two hundred gold pagodas?Are you kidding? You can buy a large piece of fertile farmland in the kingdom for this price!" the old man's face turned red instantly, and he roared through gritted teeth.

Don't look at the cost of Kempera's high-level adventurers, it is definitely not a small amount, especially in countries that rely mainly on farming, animal husbandry and traditional handicrafts, and a few thousand gold pagodas are almost a large part of the annual tax of a large piece of land.

"I'm sorry, Baron Gors, as an alchemist, I've done my best, but you have to understand that research like this is never done overnight, it requires a huge investment, and a long period of practice. If the Kingdom weren't as financed as the Bethel Empire, we would never have been able to crack its secrets. With that, the woman raised her head and stared at each other's eyes fearlessly.

The old man, who was not called Baron Gers, rubbed his eyebrows, and finally turned into a helpless sigh: "Alas, Eleanor, I understand, I understand all this. But you should know very well the situation in the kingdom of Dicas, not only do we have to deal with the rebels in the east, but we also have to pay tolls to the more and more rampant pirates, and there is really no extra tax to support the research of alchemy and enchantment, otherwise I would not have taken such a big risk today. ā€

"Baron, perhaps we may speak to a watchman in private, as far as I know, he has always considered himself a merchant, and since he is a merchant, he will naturally not refuse to trade. The man in the gray cloak suggested.

"Deal? Maybe think about it, but the question is, what price do we have to pay? Also, the attitude of the guild must also be taken into account, and the Council of Elders will certainly not be willing to see a powerful weapon in the hands of a country. Gers said with a melancholy expression.

The woman named Eleanor looked down in thought for a moment, then quickly stood up and whispered a few words to the old man's ear.

A flash of surprise quickly flashed in the latter's eyes, and he immediately ordered the man in the gray cloak: "Quentin, I have an important task for you now. As soon as it dawns tomorrow, you will go to the guild and issue a mission in the name of the kingdom of Dicas, saying that there are monsters in the underground mausoleum of the royal capital and you need the help of the watcher. ā€

"You mean, tricking him into going to the kingdom?!" Quentin opened his mouth in surprise.

Baron Gers touched the beard on his chin and shook his head with a smile: "No, it can't be considered a lie, there were many strange situations in the underground mausoleum a few years ago, such as the disappearance of guards, frequent strange noises and screams, we just exaggerated a little. When the Watchers arrive in the Kingdom's lands, we will be able to avoid the other forces and talk about the secret ...... about those weapons" (to be continued.) )