"I knew it was going to be like this." Don't look over, the first time I saw her do this at the border, I felt like I had a shadow in my heart, and this time when she did it again, I felt a little more comfortable.

"Anyone who insults the Sage in the magic workshop, is lazy and wreckless, and disobeys orders will end up like this." Ina looked at the trembling heretics and said, "Listen to his screams, my methods are very good, he will call for at least three days and three nights, now!" Immediately! Right away! Bow down to your master! ”

The scene at this time is very convincing, some people kneel on the spot, some people are still struggling, dignity or life, which is the most important?

But it seems that he has maintained his dignity, and he can't die a dignified death, and the sound of a loudspeaker begging for mercy is swirling overhead.

"There is only one piercing in the magic workshop, and it always feels incongruous." Ina said to herself, and the next moment everyone knelt.

The factory was opened with the presence of slaves, and the method of making gunpowder was simple, and there was nothing but danger.

Under the explanation of the slaves, Ryan and Ina quickly understand how to make it, and then supervise the slaves to make it.

Stone mill grinds saltpeter sulphur, sieves finely, mixes in large vats, waits for the last recipe and starts stirring.

"Nitric acid and sulfuric acid are extracted and combined with cotton to make nitrocellulose... adsorption of nitroglycerin..."

Watching the slaves work hard, Tuse, Ryan and Ina talk a deeper layer of knowledge under the interference of artificial sound waves, until Tuse's two coolies who are ready to make cotton stalk charcoal, charcoal, and plant ash return.

"Are you going to make a barbecue? Why don't you light a fire?" As the wild man led Mull back to the magic workshop, he looked at the powerless man at the door and said.

"Mr. Savage, this is a punishment." Mul reminded.

"I know, I just feel like he's suffering, and he's wondering if he's going to burn it." The wild man said with a grin.

"Would you care about the feelings of the sacrifice if you were a servant to a bloody druid?" Mur pouted when he heard this.

"The main thing is that I feel that this is not something that a saint can do, and there are bad people mixed in the team." The savage said.

"Thank you for the compliments from the savage seniors, my name is Ina, and I am the handmaiden of the Sage." Ina smiled and said shyly, "Your personality is really straightforward to praise to your face. ”

"I am Ryan, an apprentice of the Sage." Ryan looked at the two seniors and said.

"Savages." The wild man nodded.

"Mul." Mul said, emphasizing one sentence, "The Dark Knight. ”

"Mul gave the man a good time." Seeing that they knew each other, he said aloud, "Although this place is remote, there are people passing by, and the fear of seeing and hearing is different, the latter will make people yearn for curiosity, but the former will be annoying and resistant." ”

"Well, although I think it would be nice for the legend of the Wailing Workshop to spread." Mul drew his sword and stabbed him in the heart, then withdrew, "The people of the wild are crazy. ”

"The guards hunt down heretics, the heretics wreak havoc, the lowest lords suffer, and then the lords reduce labor and taxes." The wildling looked at Tsser, "Hilton's security is not enough for guards and bounty hunters. ”

"Didn't they cross the river?" Masturbation asked.

"It seems that the strategy has changed, and many heretics have stayed, and in a barony on the border, several knights have been killed, and those heretics have swarmed and cannot win at all." "Militia is being recruited in many places, but a knight with a dozen militiamen can only support it in the castle. ”

"Looks like I'm going to be tired tonight." Hearing this, she sighed and looked at Ryan and Ina, "It's up to you to rely on the magic workshop. ”

At night, at Old John's Tavern, Tuseau sat at a table with the Tomahawk Hunter.

"I know your fighting power, but it's hard to hunt down hidden heretics." "The black cat will lead you and kill all the heretics in hiding." ”

"The matter of the last pass made the Earl very dissatisfied." The Tomahawk Hunter looked at Teaser, "The black cat leads the way?" We don't know what the power of the heretics on the other side is, how many people there are, whether they are ambushed or not, and there are so many heretics in the wild that we can't kill them all, so it's up to the sage to do it himself. ”

The matter was not settled, and he walked out of the tavern, and saw that Mul was riding his horse towards this side, and like the Tomahawk hunter, the Count could not draw so many troops.

"If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have killed so many bounty hunters and witchers in the first place." Mul said regretfully.

"It's not a conflict, it was for the peace of Hilton before, and it's the same after that." "Tonight's actions can be very dangerous, and your night blindness is still mild, so be careful. ”

"Don't worry, Sage." Muer nodded, "In addition, although the Earl couldn't spare any manpower, he gave each of the three of us a horse and a lot of barrels of crossbow arrows. ”

"That's the biggest help." "I'm in Hilton, and the two barons in the back are in charge of one for you and the wildlings, and you're in charge of Castle of Widdy." ”

As the night deepened, figures passed over the castle of Hilton, and they scattered through the castle like messengers of death.

The smell of blood was slowly wafting in the three-walled house in the corner of the castle market, and inside the room lay two dead bodies, dressed in simple shirts, their faces distorted by the fear of what happened to them before death, and on the bed of the room, a black-robed heretic was bullying the girl who was bound there.

"Meow~" A black cat appeared elegantly in the room, looking at the girl who was muffled and crying and let out a terrible cat meow, it went to lick the face of the dead body on the ground, but ran out of the door vigilantly.

"What the damn cat ghost is called!" The black-robed heretic's shoe only hit the corpse, apparently disturbing his good deeds by the screams just now.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar, and the heretic, who was about to continue, stood up his ears vigilantly, and when he realized that the sound was coming towards him, he immediately lifted the tomahawk beside the bed and quickly hid by the door.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped not far away, and the heretic suppressed his breathing, and he waited for a long time, and finally crept his head out, and then he could no longer move.

The man searched for the rope on his body, tied his hands and feet together, and the man carried him and prayed to the two corpses at his feet, and then smashed him under the bed.

"Do it yourself or will I help you?" He untied the girl's rope and handed the sword over.

The latter simply ducked backwards in fear.

There was a movement outside the house, and he sighed, solved the heresy with his backhand, and then quietly poked his head out as he had done before the heresy.