In a large clearing next to the Black Rock Guard camp, a large group of shirtless men were wielding hammers to pound the iron blocks on the anvils in front of them.

This is the Arsenal, preparing weapons and armor for the upcoming expansion of the Black Rock Guard.

Not far from here are several exquisitely renovated houses, where the newly prepared laboratories and Ando residences are located.

This side is in full swing, but the other side is silent.

Among the busy men, the most burly, hard-working, and skilled man was the chief foundry manager, Crohn.

Despite such a name, his actual job is not the same as that of Grouch sitting in an office, and Krohn must personally ensure the progress and quality of the weapon's casting.

At this moment, he wielded a hammer to hammer the iron in front of him, and then sent it to the furnace for a second calcination.

As he waited, Crohn scooped a basin of water from the tank beside him and poured it over his head.

"Whew!" The sturdy man breathed a sigh of relief, and the boredom in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot these days.

When he came back to his senses, he found that there was a big black horse standing in front of him at some point, it was the lord Zhaoming who had arrived!

"Hello Lord!" The busy crowd did not salute, but just greeted Zhaoming.

At the same time, he did not let go of the work in his hands, and he was still tinkling the hammer.

Zhaoming felt a lot more relieved when he saw this scene, it seems that Crohn is not the reckless person he imagined, even if he is unhappy, it still does not affect his enthusiasm for work.

Crohn still said in that impatient tone, "Is there something wrong with the lord?" ”

Zhaoming took off his helmet and smiled slightly, indicating that he had come to announce something.

As he spoke, he turned over and dismounted, and asked someone to bring a wooden sign.

Crone and the other forgers were puzzled and gathered to watch.

I saw that the wooden board had the names of all the people written on it, and there were different circles drawn behind each person's name.

Seeing the puzzled look of this group of stout men, Zhaoming enthusiastically introduced the "eight-level salary system" that he had already designed.

This is a reward system where all blacksmiths are rated based on each person's ability and work done, with the highest being level 8.

Different levels can enjoy different salaries, and the highest level 8 craftsman can get a high salary of one silver coin per month!

In addition, if a good mechanic is trained, the lord will also receive additional rewards.

This is something that the people of Heiyan, who are used to living a poor life, dare not think of, and everyone's already strong enthusiasm for work immediately boiled.

And many people have begun to think about their sons, brothers, etc., as long as they can hold all the hammers to train them to become forgers.

But as a recognized skilled first-person to find out that he was only level three, could it be that his ability was not recognized by the lord?

Krohn spoke straightforwardly, directly revealing the doubts and discernments in his heart.

Seeing his reaction like this, Zhaoming smiled and said, "This is the beginning, everyone must pass the test to be promoted." ”

Indeed, Zhaoming has already given him face, everyone else is only level one, and he already has level three.

Now, Krohn is no longer dissatisfied. He's ready to jump right into the job and prove that he's worthy of the highest rank.

But Zhao Ming didn't intend to expose the matter like this, he had to make Crohn understand in his heart why Andu deserved such treatment.

"Let's go Crohn, I'll show you some novelty."

Zhaoming got up and got on his horse, and the shadow let out a long neigh.

Crohn didn't know what the lord was trying to do, but he followed.

The two walked around the arsenal slowly, and Zhaoming told him about his plan.

"In a few days, a factory will be built here, and a number of people will be expanded. But before I do that, I'm going to let you look at something first. ”

The two walked to the delicate houses, and although Crohn didn't say anything, his eyes already showed disdain for the people who lived here.

Zhaoming didn't want to argue with him, he wanted to prove that knowledge is power with practical actions.

On the orders of the lord, the alchemist Andu has been waiting here for a long time. He carried a strange long-pole weapon in his arms, something that Crohn had never seen before.

The young alchemist knew that the big man in front of him had been dissatisfied with him for a long time, but he was unwilling to argue with anyone, he was just as practical as the lord.

Crone wondered why the lord had to show himself this strange weapon, could it be such an iron rod that didn't seem to have any lethal power, so that this stinky boy could gain the favor of the lord?

Zhaoming suddenly asked Crohn beside him a question, "How hard is the strongest armor you can build?" ”

Hearing this, the simple-headed Krohn thought that he was going to test his skills, so he said confidently: "As long as there are enough materials, I can create armor that cannot be broken by any weapon, by the way, except for magic." ”

Zhaoming gave him a meaningful look, and then told him to immediately go back to the factory to find what he thought was the strongest thing.

Although Krohn was confused, he did as the lord said.

In a short time, the sturdy man had already walked over with a freshly made shoulder armor.

Zhaoming asked him to place the shoulder armor 30 meters away, and at the same time asked An Du to take out the gunpowder that had just been prepared.

Fill the gunpowder, press it tightly, and stuff the projectile in one go. Zhaoming didn't expect that one day he could also experience the queue shooting that circulated on the Internet.

This old-fashioned musket is so appealing to men that the moment you hold it, you feel an endless rush of power into your hands.

Before firing officially, Zhaoming asked Krohn another question: "What do you think can break the shoulder armor?" ”

Crohn scratched his head, and then said without thinking: "Even at this distance, bows and arrows are definitely not good, not to mention swords, and as for blunt weapon strikes, it may still be possible." ”

For this answer, Zhaoming smiled and said nothing.

When he entered the preparatory posture, An Du, who understood the power of gunpowder, hurriedly covered his ears.

Crohn, who didn't know anything about its power, smiled contemptuously and almost said the word "coward".

Boom! A loud bang came!

Unprepared, Kronn sat down on the ground in fright by the sudden stimulus.

Zhaoming felt the recoil coming from his shoulder, this was what he wanted!

The white smoke from the muzzle of the gun gradually dissipated, and Zhaoming turned his head to look at the young alchemist standing on the side, his eyes were also excited and happy.

is worthy of being a top student of the Royal Academy, and with the drawings, he can save a musket with his bare hands!

Zhaoming admired Andu in his heart, but Krohn was already scared stupid!

The burly man was frightened by the unremarkable iron rod in Zhaoming's hand, and he hurried forward to check the condition of the shoulder armor.

The situation was beyond his expectations, and the armor that had condensed countless craftsmen's skills was ruthlessly pierced!

That's the power of gunpowder! No matter how thick the armor is, it is all paper in front of it!

Even with the best craftsmanship, at the least cost, the musketeer only needs to lengthen the barrel a little bit and increase the amount of gunpowder a little bit to break it down!

Although there is magic in this world, there are very few people who have talent.

And those armor that has been enchanted to resist the power of gunpowder are also extremely rare, so muskets can still play a huge role in this world.

Zhao Ming is satisfied with the weapons in his hand, and now the only problem is mass production.

And Crohn also put away his usual arrogance and expressed his admiration for Andu.

"Young man, I really underestimated you before, it's amazing that you can make this kind of thing at a young age."

And Andu also said very generously: "I have this ability, and you are the ones who can really make this weapon." ”

Watching the two subordinates shake hands and get along well, Zhaoming felt relieved. At least until the external matter is resolved, there will be no internal contradictions.

After settling the matter here, it was already dark.

Zhao Ming estimated that the wine he poured today should be enough for Saivita and the others to sleep until tomorrow, and he had other things to do, so he left them alone for now.

After saying goodbye to the foundry, the lord hurried to the next location.

Night falls, and a cold wind rises.

Zhaoming followed the familiar path to Trisda's manor, and pushed open the door, greeted by a warmth completely different from the cold evening breeze outside.

Seeing that it was the lord who arrived, none of Trisda's subordinates went to say more, after all, in their eyes, the relationship between the two was definitely not ordinary.

Zhao Ming has never cared much about the details, he only knows that he and Trisda are using the community and relying on each other.

In addition to this connection, it is just his love for a weak woman as a knight.

Walking straight up the stairs, Zhaoming came to the warm pavilion on the second floor.

When the waiter on the side saw him coming, he did not go in to report to his master.

Zhaoming pushed open the door and saw two couches in the room, piled with soft blankets.

Trisda changed her usual tightly wrapped style, and only wore a thin shirt to lie on it, her soft shoulders and slender neck were clearly visible on her calves.

On the other couch, Vanessa, Zhaoming's little secretary, was kneeling, constantly flipping through the ledger in her hand.

Seeing Zhaoming's sudden intrusion, Vanessa, who was neatly dressed in work clothes, was a little frightened, but Trisda, who was scantily dressed, looked calm, as if she had expected Zhaoming to visit at this moment.

Without waiting for Zhaoming to speak, Trisda directly said the answers to the two questions he was about to ask.

"There's nothing going on today, I saw that Vanessa was very careful, so I asked her to come over and help me look at the accounts, and I also know about the things that the Sanctuary came."

Zhaoming was also used to this situation, and moved a stool to sit down.

Trisda is too clever to give the answer to his question before she can say it.

Vanessa knew that the two adults were going to discuss something very important, so she walked out playfully.