Chapter 2700 The Goddess Protects the Self-Improving People

"Kantie, I'm just making an analogy, you don't need to get too deep into the drama!"

Qiao An couldn't help being annoyed and funny when she was interrupted by the Asa girl, but seeing the persistence in her eyes, she had no choice but to give in.

"Forget it, love is love, as long as you are happy!"

"In short, you are a successful person, no matter what you do, you are going well, so as a devout Syndra believer, will you attribute your success mainly to your own hard work, or to good luck—or Is it the grace of the goddess of fate?"

Kandy blinked his big black and white eyes, and answered after thinking: "Effort is of course necessary, but there is no shortage of people who work hard in this world, but very few people succeed in realizing their ideals. I think the arrangement of fate is the decisive factor." For a person with faith, the more successful he is in secular life, the more he should strengthen his faith and be grateful.”

"You see, that's the problem!" Joan shrugged, "You fail because you didn't work hard enough and are not qualified to receive the blessing of the goddess of fate; when you succeed, your own efforts are only a secondary factor, and the key lies in the blessing of the goddess of fate." Bless."

"According to this logic, the Goddess of Destiny will always be great, brilliant, and correct, and will always be invincible. Isn't this kind of so-called aphorism, which is both right and wrong, just a fraudulent rhetoric that cannot be verified or falsified?"

Joan sneered twice, not afraid to speculate with the greatest malice:

"What a 'goddess blesses self-reliant people'! The guy who came up with this sentence and let the arsenal engrave it on his rifle must be a big fool who deceives people and doesn't pay for his life, a super magician who is used to smooth words!"

"This kind of person, I suggest you stay away from him, lest one day be sold by him and count the money for him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Joan noticed that Conti, Haakon, and Slude looked at him strangely, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What kind of expression do you guys have? Could it be that my analysis just now...has a flaw?"

"Do you know who first proposed the inscription on the gun stock?" Slude asked with a half-smile.

"Could it be, the one in the palace...?" Joan couldn't help but see cold sweat on his forehead.

"To tell you the truth, it's His Majesty the Emperor." The smile on Slude's face deepened, "Joan, you said that His Majesty Roland is a big fool, a big stick, is that what you mean?"

"Ah? This..."

It's inappropriate for Joan to nod, and it's inappropriate to shake his head—wouldn't that be a slap in the face?

"By the way, Haakon, Conti and I are just unknown people, and we don't have a chance to meet His Majesty Roland. You are a visiting scholar invited by His Majesty Roland himself. Who do you think is more likely to be fooled by His Majesty among us?" If someone sells it, they will help count the money'?"

Faced with Slude's sharp questioning, Joan wished to swallow all the bad things he said just now, and quickly opened a wave of "spiritual theater" to suppress the shock.

"What I just said was just a joke, don't take it seriously! By the way, Brother Haakon, I have another very important question for you to ask!"

When he was in an awkward situation, he forcibly changed the topic. The young mage once again showed his developed emotional intelligence, and pretended to be calm by the way, turning a deaf ear to the laughter of the girls behind him.

"The butt of the Gun of Wind can only sustain steady fire for forty rounds. How do you inflate it afterwards?"

"Use special inflatable equipment, such as this."

Haakon pulled out a suitcase-shaped device from the weapon cabinet. After opening, there were two rows of ten sets of inflation plugs inside. Screw the gas cylinder on the inflation plug, and open the valve to inflate.

"This is a military squad-level small air rifle inflator, which can be used to inflate 10 cylinders at the same time, and can be fully charged in 1 minute."

"This small inflator weighs only 50 pounds and is easy to carry. There is also a military station-style large inflator that weighs 200 pounds and needs to be carried by a horse-drawn cart or truck. It can inflate 100 cylinders at the same time. The troops will be assigned."

"The individual equipment of the Far East Army includes an air rifle and four gas cylinders. Before the battle, the gas cylinders will be filled and stored in a military satchel for backup. Counting the gas cylinders that come with the gun body, a total of 200 gas cylinders can be fired. The bullets are usually enough for a day's battle, and there is still time to replenish the gas cylinders during the intermissions of the battle."

While listening to Haakon's introduction, Joan casually used a "myth analysis technique" on the inflator to check the spell attached to this device.

The so-called magic inflator, to put it bluntly, is a simple structure that calls a "wind element" from another world and seals it inside the box to provide high-pressure air for the cylinder.

The principle of this device is very similar to the "wind ladder", which uses wind elements to provide continuous power.

At this time, Haakon took out another pistol in the holster to show Joan.

"Is this also an air gun?" Joan asked.

Haakon nodded and introduced: "Far East 1624 air pistol, a special model for commanders, can guarantee shooting accuracy within 60 yards, the magazine has a capacity of six rounds, and the handle is embedded with a gas cylinder, which can fire 16 rounds of bullets. The lethality is similar to that of ordinary magic crystal revolver, and it is not bad for self-defense."

"The biggest feature of an air pistol is its own inflation device. The holster is a miniature inflator. Insert the pistol into the holster and fill the gas cylinder within a minute."

"Exquisite design, the price is not cheap, right?"

As an expert in enchanting, Joan knows that any exquisite design will eventually have to pay a corresponding cost.

"Isn't it? The price of an air pistol is as high as 300 gold thalers. You can buy 6 air rifles with the same money. The main reason is the holster with its own inflatable function!"

Haakon smacked his lips exaggeratedly.

"There is a reason why you are expensive. Pistols are not for ordinary soldiers, at least they must be equipped by officers of the company commander level. In fact, they are mainly a status symbol."

Sluder said with a smile.

"Joan, come and have a look at this, it's fun!"

Kandy held a melon-shaped round object in each hand, held it up high, and smiled sweetly, but Slude's expression changed in fright.

"Don't throw it away! That thing is very dangerous!"

"What is that, an alchemy bomb?" Joan looked like.

"Far East 1624 military individual alchemy bombs, commonly known as 'magic grenades' in the army, the two in Kanti's hand are basic models, pull out the safety plug, and explode when thrown out. The killing radius is not less than 20 feet. Combined with impact and fragment puncture, the destructive power is as high as 7 energy levels on average."

Brother Haakon, he is so-so in cultural subjects, and his math scores are especially bad, but he has a vivid memory of all kinds of military equipment data. It is so familiar to talk about it. Qiao An has to suspect that this guy's skill tree is a bit crooked.