Chapter 169 Farewell

In the office, she saw Roland Wimbledon again. He was immersed in writing something, probably dealing with government affairs. At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and the sky was dyed a touch of golden yellow. Afterglow passed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, leaving long shadows in front of the table.

It wasn't until the prince put down the quill that Ashes said, "I won."

"Indeed, you won." The other party simply nodded.

Such a straightforward attitude surprised her a little. She thought Roland was going to argue, but she didn't expect him to agree with this result.

"But I admit that you have the ability to fight the God's Punishment Army." She said, "The God's Punishment Army is not invulnerable. Their strength and body are similar to mine, but they lack the mind and thinking ability. This is why I can deal with three at the same time. If according to the previous competition, if the knight's opponent is the God's Punishment Army, I think they will only charge forward. Therefore, the God's Punishment Army cannot be dispatched alone like the Judgment Army. If I guess correctly, the church needs to send a special person to lead them fighting."

"Thank you," Roland smiled. "This information is very important."

"What is the new weapon in the hands of the knight?"

"The repeating musket," he said, "will be used by my soldiers from now on. Even an unarmed farmer can defeat a well-trained judge with a musket."

Ashes hesitated, "Can you give me a musket?"

"Unless you join the Witch Union," Roland spread his hands, "after all, such things are still very rare at present."

The other party's refusal was expected, and she exhaled, "I must reconcile with Tilly as soon as possible, and I will leave Border Town early tomorrow morning. If you can't hold on any longer, you can move to the fjords for refuge."

He nodded and said, "You too, don't forget to tell my dear sister that there is still a place for witches in the west of Graycastle."

"..." Ashes was silent for a moment, "I will think about it."

Just as she was about to leave the office, the prince stopped her, "Wait, I have a present for you, it's behind the door."

Gift?

She was startled, and turned around, only to see a huge long sword placed by the door. Since it was blocked by the door leaf, she didn't notice it when she came in.

"Your long sword is no longer usable. I asked Anna to cut one for you. This is not a low-quality pig iron sword, but made of pure steel."

Indeed, it is smooth and uniform throughout, reflecting an orange-red metallic luster in the setting sun that is about to set. She stepped forward and stroked the big sword lightly. She could see that the thickness of the sword was very uniform, and there were traces of quenching treatment on one side of the blade. There was no doubt that this was a weapon of excellent quality. The only thing that makes Ashes puzzled is its shape. Compared with the double-edged standard sword, it only has a single edge, and the other side is about the width of a little finger. There is no tip, and the head is trapezoidal. The most peculiar thing is the front part of the sword body. In addition to a strange rune pattern engraved, there is a round protrusion on the unsharp side, which is painted golden, which is very eye-catching.

Although she didn't want to admit her love, she still couldn't hold back the impulse and reached out to lift it up.

"Why does it look so... strange?"

"Because this is not an ordinary weapon," Roland said with a smile, "its name is Ashbringer. Compared to your previous blank sword, it is already considered a legendary item."

"..." Ashes decided not to delve into the inexplicable words in the other party's mouth, "In this case, I accept it. As a gift in return, I will also give you a gift."

"Oh? What is it?" the prince asked curiously.

She didn't answer and just left the room.

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Early the next morning, Roland opened the door, and saw Nightingale sitting at the desk with a piece of dried fish in her mouth.

"They're gone."

"Both of them left?"

"That's right," she lazily replied, "I started on the road just after dawn, and Wendy even went to see her off."

Roland couldn't help feeling a little bit, Wendy was full of concern for any sister, let alone this witch who had protected her from harm and indirectly helped her escape from the monastery. He originally thought that Wendy would leave with Ashes, but he didn't expect that she would be the first to reject the other party's invitation.

In the end, there were still twelve members of the Witch Union, which made Roland full of energy.

"Do you think they will really tell the news here to the witches across the sea?"

"Maybe, maybe not," he leaned back on the chair and let out a long breath, "But when they encounter difficulties that cannot be solved, they will always think of Border Town."

Closing his eyes, Roland looked through the memories belonging to the fourth prince in his mind.

Tilly was not close to him, or she kept a certain distance from everyone, even Wimbledon III was no exception. Apart from her good looks and the extraordinary intelligence she showed since she was a child, I didn't leave much information about her in my mind.

Roland didn't know when the fifth princess began to secretly shelter the witch, and when she planned to go to the fjord to develop. But no matter what, she can be regarded as a natural ally that can be won. After all, fighting against the church is the common goal of the two at this stage.

As for sending Tasa to spread the gossip, it is also not in vain. The awakening of witches is a random event. It is impossible for Tilly to take away all the witches, especially after the organization withdraws, the newly awakened witches will be more eager to find a place to stay.

Now that he knows the information about the God's Punishment Army, the next thing he has to do is undoubtedly to expand the production scale of the double acid.

More efficient gunpowder and explosives are inseparable from nitric acid and sulfuric acid. After the First Army is replaced with a revolver rifle, the rifled barrel and fixed bullets will greatly improve the shooting accuracy, so the significance of training has become particularly important. In the era when there was no barrage suppression, a veteran with excellent marksmanship was worth ten recruits who fired indiscriminately. At that time, the bullets that must be consumed will be an astonishing number.

Moreover, black powder will remain in the barrel, block the rifling, and reduce the service life of the barrel. Only the use of smokeless powder can solve this problem. The early smokeless gunpowder was actually nitrocellulose, and the later period was a mixture of nitrocellulose and nitrocellulose. Now the nitric acid used to soak the sealed gun cotton is quite insufficient, let alone replace all gun cotton with gun cotton.

After all, the laboratory method can only be produced on a small scale. If you want to meet the needs of an army, industrial production methods are necessary. It's a pity that facing the completely unfamiliar chemical industry, Roland couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

In addition, education cannot be given up either. Not only to popularize elementary cultural knowledge, but also ideological remolding needs to be carried out as soon as possible. The aborigines have withstood the test of the Demon Moon, coupled with the propaganda of the First Army, they have a higher degree of recognition of the witch community, but what outsiders still accept is the concept instilled by the church. Nowadays, the number of migrants in Bianbian Town has increased rapidly, especially the serfs who still live in wooden sheds by the Chishui River, which can be regarded as the "outer city" of the town, but once they are promoted to free citizens, they will inevitably move into the city gradually. It will be too late to correct the concept.

It is necessary to come up with a transformation method that moistens things silently and at the same time makes it easy for the general public to accept.

...

After thinking wildly for a while, he opened his eyes, and suddenly found that Nightingale was watching him from the side. The moment her eyes met, she subconsciously turned her head away.

"Ah... By the way, I forgot to tell you something," the witch looked out of the window, pretending to be nonchalant, "Wendy asked me to tell you something."

"What?" Roland asked.

"She said, thank you." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)