"Big business?" said Tyrion as he rubbed his two short arms as if he were frozen and walked up the stairs briskly, "You mean the wildfire inside? I'm sorry, I'm afraid it won't work, the reason why the king kept this building for the Alchemists' Guild and didn't take it back for other purposes is because the wildfires stored underneath are too dangerous, and the experts who are good at dealing with them have all disappeared or died in the war, so the rest can only be refrigerated here...... Strictly speaking, the deal we just made was already illegal, but Robert didn't care about this, but if you want to move all the wildfires out of it and transport it to the Great Wall for military purposes, it's absolutely impossible. ”

It really can't be.

Iger speculated that wildfires may be volatile oils doped with white phosphorus or other phosphorus compounds, with extremely low flash points and extremely flammable and explosive. The longer it is left out, the more white phosphorus and phosphide will be in the liquid left over from the volatilization of the oil, which will become more flammable – the kind of thing that is simply impossible to transport over long distances without perfect safety measures.

"Is that so?" the Chief Logistics Officer asked, turning his head to the wise man.

"That's right, that's right......" After receiving the ten silver deer, the pyromancer seemed to be much more friendly: "The wise King Robert has ordered us to guard the wildfire underground forever, and not let any of the cans leave the cellar......"

"No cans, so it's okay to leave one bottle at a time, right?" said Tyrion with a sinister look.

"No, it's ......"

"It's okay, I don't want those wildfires underground, but the way you make them. Iger didn't embarrass the old man with his friends: "Can you show me the production process, or do you only sell inventory and don't make new ones now?"

"This can't be!" Dark's eyes widened suddenly, "The method of making wildfire is the deepest secret of the Alchemist Guild, no matter what the cost, it can't be passed on!"

No matter what the cost?Iger scoffed, but didn't say much, just shook his head: "When I asked you to make wildfire, I didn't want you to tell me the recipe and the production process, but I wanted you to serve me, understand?"

"At your service?"

"Now answer me, I want to visit the production process, or just the production site, is that okay?"

"This ...... OK. The old man hesitated, relented, and led Iger to the ground floor, where the warm air made several people breathe a sigh of relief. So far, Iger has not seen any other fire warlocks, and it seems that the Alchemists' Guild has declined, and the few people left can only maintain their shifts in work.

Just now entering the door to "buy wildfire", Duck led them directly from the nearest corridor to the underground, and now back to the surface and led to the wildfire production site, Iger finally had the time to look at the structure of the guild hall. It was a large labyrinth made entirely of black stone, much more complex than it looked from the outside, turning left and right, passing a dimly lit walkway surrounded by black iron beams, and they stopped at the door of another room. The wise men opened the door—it was a room with a small window, and they finally didn't have to rely on an oil lamp to see.

As soon as he walked into the room, Iger knew he was in the wrong place.

There was a row of long tables in this room, filled with all kinds of props and equipment, bottles and jars, large and small—two of which, Iger was even sure, one for extraction and one for distillation.

It's a chemistry lab, at least in its infancy.

The Alchemists' Guild is actually a chemical research institute!

Why is it that this kind of group, which represents the advanced productive forces, will be replaced by the bachelors who are uniformly trained in the school city and become obscure? With so many devices, more chemical discoveries that can and should be useful to society can and should be born, why are they only used to make wildfires? Is this a distortion of human nature, or is it a decline in intellectual curiosity?

"What do you see?" Tyrion asked, looking at his friend stunned.

"I see the future. Egger muttered, turning his head to stare at Duck, "Do you know how to use the things in this room?"

"Basically...... After all, they were trained...... It's just that I haven't touched it for so many years, and if it is enabled again, I guess I will have to recall it well. Darker said with some unconfidence, "Uh...... Let's go out, this room is not safe either. ”

Egg almost vomited blood: "It's not safe here, there's a wildfire that hasn't been transferred to the basement, is there a safe place for your alchemist guild!?"

"......No," Duck pointed to the ceiling, "there are traps and magic on it, and if there is an accident in the room and a fire, the ceiling will collapse, and a large amount of sand piled up in the upper compartment will spill down and bury the room to extinguish the fire." Usually there is no problem, but - it has not been repaired for more than ten years now, and I don't know if it is spiritual. ”

Iger looked up and saw that the middle of the ceiling was indeed falling heavily, as if it would collapse at any time, so he gave up the idea of going in and carefully observing these chemical instruments and equipment, and quickly exited the room.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell the other party again: "Wise Dak, remember what I said, come to me when you have time." ”

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"What the hell do you want that person to do with you?" Tyrion asked curiously as he walked out the door, "That guy is not really an experienced firemancer at all, he is probably just a skilled assistant, and the quality of the wildfire he makes is quite worrying." ”

"I don't want wildfire, I want his knowledge and skills in using the equipment in the room. Iger climbed on his horse and glanced back at the dilapidated but still standing Alchemist Guild Hall, "You know, in the world I come from, there is a solid that is very similar to wildfire, but more stable and explosive, and the name is gunpowder. ”

"More stable, more powerful, or solid?" Tyrion narrowed his eyes, he didn't know any martial arts, and his knowledge of war came entirely from books, but that didn't stop him from quickly building an impression of what Egger had described: "This will completely change the pattern of warfare and the face of the world!"

"That's right. Iger smiled meaninglessly.

"Do you know how 'gunpowder' is made?" Tyrion's pupils dilated.

"I know, but I don't know, so I'm going to find someone to do it for me. Iger put away his smile and kicked the horse with his heel, "But you, how can you be so familiar with the trade to buy wildfire?"

"Well, there is a juggling warrior from Mill in the court of our good king, named Soros, who likes to scare his opponent's men or horses with a flaming flaming sword, so as to win the competition...... Once I asked him for a drink and asked him what was going on, and he told me that he had bought wildfire here and smeared it on his sword to make the flaming sword. ”

"I see. Egger used to think that the burning flame swords in the TV series were really the manifestation of the red god Rahlo, but it turned out to be like this: "Don't mention it, let's go back, the next period will be busy, and we will have to cherish every moment of rest." ”

"Okay, let's go. ”

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Marx said in his Economic Manuscripts: "Gunpowder, the compass needle, the printing press – these are the three great inventions that heralded the coming of bourgeois society." Gunpowder blew the knights to pieces, the compass needle opened the world market and established colonies, and the printing press became a tool of Protestantism, a means of scientific revival, the most powerful impetus for the creation of the necessary prerequisites for spiritual development. ”

Now, things are getting more and more interesting.

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