The drawings of the trebuchet were drawn in the magic workshop, and the wooden frame, base, and counterweight hook were presented on the paper after repeated thoughts, and when the drawings were formed, he shouted to Ryan, who was sitting in the corner meditating.

"Teacher, you called me?" Ryan asked respectfully as he stood up and stood beside him.

"Is there anyone else in the workshop besides our own and our slaves?" Ask.

"Nope." Ryan said, "With the guards and Ina here, no one will enter here." ”

"Did the guards take anything with them?" He frowned and asked.

"Of course not, uh, did anything happen?" Ryan asked.

"When I met the Earl today, his attitude was a little strange, and it gave me the feeling that I was going to abandon him." "If he hadn't counted on me to take over the work of working on trebuchets, he might have said something even more ugly." ”

"Is he crazy?" Ryan was surprised when he heard this, "Didn't you put all the bets of fate on you before?" Is it hard for him to find a better helper? ”

"The king uses him as cannon fodder, who will support him?" He looked at the drawings in his hand, "It's only our business to remove the external causes, I've been blackcurrant, so it's only the workshop that has problems, what happened that caused the earl to lose his credibility with us." ”

"I'm going to summon Ina, she's usually more concerned about these things." Ryan was about to walk out as he spoke, but as soon as he turned around, he saw something fall from the roof.

"Bang!" Ina fell, landing not too steady and even stumbling on her foot, she clicked her ankle bones in place, and then bowed slightly to Tuse, "As a maid, I am still very dutiful. ”

"No wonder I couldn't find you all night." Ryan's forehead twitched.

"I thought you were asleep." "Young people should be so energetic." ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Ina bowed again, and the corners of her mouth were raised at Ryan inconspicuously, "While Mage Ryan was concentrating on repairing the flying red dragon, I found that during the time that the Sage was away, the guards entered and exited the magic workshop ten times, came into contact with different slaves thirty-two times, took cotton six times, and took saltpeter dust seven times. ”

"Can't they just take more? I'm tired of listening to it so many times. Said Tsser.

"There was only a small part of the belt, and the samples were different every time, and on two occasions they wanted to take the nitrocellulose, but they let me take the lime-infused cotton instead." Ina said, "I think it was the uselessness of their own alchemists that caused the Count to misunderstand where we were making their own commodity ice. ”

"The Earl has invested so much in the goods, there is nothing wrong with checking it." Tusee nodded, feeling much better about being wronged, "Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, otherwise we will destroy the city before dealing with the forest witch." ”

"No one can get the sage's alchemy recipe without permission." Ina bowed.

"Yes, this kind of thing involving the devil will bleed the world." "No one can control Satan's wrath but us. ”

"I understand." Ina nodded solemnly, the coldness in her eyes flashing.

"Tomorrow I'm going to Widdy Castle, Mul and the wildlings will be with me, and I'll have them come back when the witches show up, and the four of you will work together to operate the flying red dragons, and Ryan will train them to use Satan's wrath." Seeing Ryan nodding, he continued, "The red dragon should be careful to conceal, and not appear in advance to scare the witches away, you wait for my signal in an observable position, and when their army is gathered, give them a devastating blow." ”

"The teacher I know, only when the enemy gathers can it be destructive." Ryan nodded.

"Shut down the slaves tomorrow, and experiment with as many leads as you can after assembling the materials, and it will be hilarious if you want to explode in the air." Teaser said.

"Rest assured, teacher, we have been doing it." The corners of Ryan's mouth rose slightly, "Your servant has also made considerable progress recently. ”

"Oh? Is it? Tusese looked at Ina who was not convinced and said, "I always feel that Ina is improving faster than you, right?" ”

After chatting with his apprentice and maid for half the night, he went to the castle the next morning and set out with the Count, and the well-groomed guards outside the castle also stood straight after the return of the lord, holding their lord's pennant and looking at the Count standing on the high place, listening to his sonorous pre-battle mobilization.

"Where did you get this lizard flag?" He asked, looking at the apprentice who was holding up beside him.

"The Earl's tailor gave it." The apprentice carefully pointed to the lizard on the flag and introduced, "This is the red dragon, you see that the tail is like a spear, and the protruding piece on the body is the dragon wing." ”

"Does it represent the banner of the Sage?" Masturbation asked.

"The tailor says it's Satan, the symbol of our Order of Night Stalkers." The apprentice said, "Everyone has it, and we can't be compared to those nobles." ”

"It's already compared, and I should be on the stage at the mobilization meeting." He smiled and took the flag, and as the other nobles raised their cheers, he saw that the count on the stage was satisfied.

"The gods will protect us!" Hilton shouted, and then quickly jumped onto his pure-blooded united front horse, "Warriors, go!" ”

In the gate, the priest, who watched Hilton lead the group away, paused for a moment, then turned and ran towards the Hilton church, and it was not until he ran into the prayer room that he gasped and said to the priest, "The count's procession has departed." ”

"Oh, then I wish them to destroy those heretics." The priest said blankly.

"Why don't you go and bless them on the high platform yourself?" Ignoring, the priest asked, "Every lord conquest needs God's blessing, especially if they are dealing with heresy. ”

The priest was a little inattentive today, and it seemed to hear the pastor's words for a while, and he looked at the children who had been interning at the Hilton for more than three years, and said in a tone of pity:

"Child, I want to go, even during the time when the heretics entered the city, I wanted to pick up the Bible and go and dispel the demons' minions, but Lord St. Soninine did not allow it."

"Why?" The pastor's eyes widened when he heard this, "Aren't those who come to church every day to pray God's people?" Isn't it blasphemy that those heretics appear in our diocese? If we keep this door closed, isn't the majesty of God locked up in this church because of us?"

"The Bishop said that those heretics were nothing more than lost dogs driven by him, wild mages without inheritance, vagabonds, and that threat was not to be feared at all." The priest said as he looked in the direction of the dungeon, worried, "We have more important things to do than we do. ”