Two hundred catties of stones and one thousand catties of stones were already placed on the spot, and the dwarf master walked to the side of the two hundred catties of stones, his body was short, his arms shouted, and with a roar, he lifted the big stone. It turned around easily, and then slowly put it down, and it seemed that there was still some energy left.

Walking to the stone of a thousand catties again, grasping the stone and shaking it a few times, the dwarven master shook his head and said categorically: "No way! If you can really get such a big stone, I will stay here to help you build this castle." ”

"Yes, Master, that's what you said. Meng Han's eyes lit up, this is simply a pie-in-the-sky thing. His pulley set has ten movable pulleys, which is theoretically twenty times more labor-saving. Even with the friction and other wear and tear of these devices, it is simply easy to pull up a thousand pounds of stone.

The rope hung on the big stone, and Meng Han pulled the rope over there with one hand and began to move. In fact, including the dwarven brothers, they were all a little skeptical of what Meng Han said, just like the master. I have never seen anyone who can make a thousand pounds of stone alone.

Meng Han began to walk, and the rope he was pulling gradually tightened, and then began to be stretched. Under the shocked gaze of the others, the huge stone left the ground little by little and slowly rose upward. As the rope tightened and pulled on the movable pulley, the stones got taller and higher.

Master Howard's jaw had almost dropped to the top of his feet, and the group of people around him looked at the large rock in the middle that was getting higher and higher, as if they had seen the undead.

There were only two little maids, and they never had any doubts about their lord's words. Since the lord said that it was okay, then it must be possible, this is a matter of course, and there is no reason to doubt it at all.

After pulling for a while, Meng Han felt that the distance was about the same, and looked back at the big stone on the shelf, and he felt quite satisfied. Tying the rope in a knot and tying it to a big stone next to him, Meng Han walked back to the shelf.

"Master, the craftsmanship is good, although it is not a particularly regular circle, but the manual can do this, it is amazing. Meng Han looked carefully at the moving pulley that was slightly taller than himself, and appreciated it very much. Even if you tell the dwarven master how to draw a circle with a compass, it is not an easy thing to make such a circle by hand without lathe equipment. What's more, he didn't tell him that a master is a master, and his craftsmanship is first-class.

The strange thing is that craftsmen can do this, why don't the magicians of this world know to refer to it? This is something that can greatly improve some aspects of magic? However, after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Meng Han also understood. Originally, in that world, the Confucian scholars and bosses did not look down on craftsmen and other lowly people who played with strange skills, but also disdained those tools that could rapidly increase productivity.

Master Howard was still looking up and down the pulley, muttering, "Impossible!

"Master!" Meng Han walked up to the master with a smile on his face, and gently patted the master's shoulder, which was much shorter than himself, and woke him up from shock: "The matter of the castle, but I have to ask the master a lot." After saying this with a smile, as if he remembered something, he pointed to the pulley groups above, and warned the master again: "By the way, master, these things are all covered by a square box on the outside, I don't want outsiders to know the unique skills of our Huangsha Town." ”

"What's the matter, isn't it good for everyone to use this kind of good thing?" the master frowned slightly when he heard Meng Han's words, and asked Meng Han suspiciously.

Meng Han looked at Master Howard as if it was the first time he saw him, looked up and down for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Master, the dwarven clan's forging skills are so powerful, why don't you teach all the blacksmiths?"

The master still stayed where he was and pondered in surprise, but Meng Han had already left with the two little maids. Went directly to Grace: "Grace, the construction of the castle, communicate more with Master Howard." Find a few clever people and wait for them back and forth. Usually run more errands, and pay attention to everything when there is nothing to do, how can I learn his little skills. "It's not the first time Meng Han has done it, and now he has to be even more upright, so Master Howard didn't say anything.

"What are you going to do next?" Meng Han looked at it, it seemed that there were not many things that needed to be taken care of by himself for the time being.

The problem of gold coins is that the proceeds of this auction have not increased, and the normal income alone is enough to offset the expenses. There was no problem that all the gold coins from the auction would be used to support the construction of the castle. As for the normal business, it is already on track now, and Grace and Alice manage it in an orderly manner, and it seems that Meng Han doesn't need to say anything. Even the next castle construction that may be very troublesome, now there are dwarf masters who have been caught by Meng Han and can't get out, with him, Meng Han doesn't have to worry about it.

Guards Joe and Zhu are looking for new manpower. However, there is a difference between inside and outside, and the twins who were originally trained were definitely Meng Han's own personal guards, and they were the ones who were used to protect Meng Han and the Lord's Mansion. The newly recruited ones are responsible for defending the entire territory. Fortunately, now that the city is here, plus the lessons of the sand pirates, it seems that there is no need to think much about security for the time being.

The lord really doesn't have anything too much to worry about. If it was an ordinary aristocrat, Meng Han could now live a leisurely and luxurious life, find a few beauties to spice up, or pursue some fancy clothes and delicacies. But Meng Han knew that everything in front of him was just a big castle in the air, at least his own safety could not be guaranteed, and if he wanted to sit back and relax completely, Meng Han could only try to increase his strength.

"Then, let's go and practice magic together!" Looking at the two little maids, Meng Han once again had the idea of cultivating magic. To build a castle, you need a lot of stones, so you can contribute to the construction of your own territory.

Returning to the familiar quarrying site, Meng Han communicated with the stonemasons this time to determine what kind of stone they wanted first, and then began to practice the ground stabbing technique, and helped the stonemasons to quarry stones by the way. Of course, Demi and Diana also followed behind the lord with dignity and began to practice magic normally, not as sneaky as before.

After no less than two thousand exercises supported by the little witch, Meng Han was already familiar with the Earth Assassination Technique to a terrifying point. However, Meng Han was still very dissatisfied with the ground thorn that was as thick as a thigh after the ground stabbing technique was performed.

Although he had already killed the leader of the sand thieves by stabbing on the ground, this did not mean that Meng Han would practice stabbing in a step-by-step manner. When the little witch was there, Meng Han didn't dare to transform the magic, but now that he was surrounded by his own people, Meng Han didn't care, and unscrupulously began the transformation in his imagination.

What's the use of being so coarse? It's not about erecting pillars on the ground, even the sharper the tip of the sword, the stronger the lethality, and the same is obviously true for the ground thorns. It must be said that on top of orthodox magic, a large pillar suddenly surging up on the ground is indeed very visually stunning, but it is a bit too wasteful for killing enemies.

Obviously, it was easier to achieve the goal with a thin thorn, so why did he need to spend more mana to make such a big pillar? This was something that Meng Han couldn't figure out, but when he thought of when the arrogant magician had taken a fancy to other professions, Meng Han could also figure it out.

Such a big thorn, at least there is no hidden surname, and even the possibility of a sneak attack seems to have been reduced a lot, Meng Han is absolutely unsightly, if you really want Meng Han to say what the hope of the thorn looks like, I am afraid that Meng Han's first thought is to cultivate the thorn into the undefeated embroidery needle in the East. It's fast, it's powerful, that's the ideal state.

Although it is not in the ideal state now, at least it can make the ground spines thinner and sharper, probably the thickness of a duck's egg, with an unusually sharp tip, and Meng Han's current goal is like this.

Transforming magic is, for many, simply impossible. But Meng Han had experience in transforming magic shields, and he seemed to be blessed with this aspect. And Meng Han has patience and time, he can't do it twice, it doesn't work twice or three times, anyway, even if he fails every time, he can also provide convenience for his stonemasons, and he is not afraid of working in vain.

For a few days, Meng Han was here, almost all of his thoughts were on the ground stabbing technique, except for resting and eating and making a scroll base every day. Each meditation was enough to support Meng Han to release a few earth thorns, and at the end of the day, there were at least hundreds of exercises. In a few days, Meng Han experimented no less than a thousand times, and finally found a little trick to transform it at the last time. The arrangement of the magic elements is slightly different from the previous ones.

Taking advantage of the victory to pursue, this is Meng Han's strength. With this fundamental change of surname, everything that follows is already logical.

The stonemasons beside Meng Han were surprised to find that the ground thorns that Meng Han was now emitting were getting thinner and thinner. And this also means that Meng Han wastes less and less stone on the stone mountain, and the speed at which Meng Han releases magic seems to be getting faster and faster, because they follow the quarrying faster and faster.

In this quarry, Meng Han didn't even know how many days he had been in, and he had been practicing hard, familiarizing, and transforming the ground stabbing technique. Until one day, a long-eared beast that ran out of the elven forest somehow rushed into the quarry, and happened to rush not far from Meng Han.

Seeing the lively long-eared beast, Meng Han subconsciously raised his hand, and his wand pointed at the long-eared beast. With a snort, a thin stone spike burst out of the ground like a bow and arrow, directly piercing the running little long-eared beast into the air. Blood flowed down the thin stone thorns, and soon gathered into a small pool.

(To be continued)