I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 147

iron ore?gold?
Jeff couldn't tell the difference.

A mine cart passed by, attracting Ryan's attention.

He stared at the mine cart, and even ran after the mine cart.

"Master, it's dangerous!"

Running in the mine is really costing your life!

Holding the miner's lamp, Jeff stumbled after him and followed closely behind Ryan.

The mine cart stopped at the end and was poured into the furnace.

Ryan also stopped, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

Jeff is slightly more physically fit than him.

After catching up with Ryan, he held the miner's lamp and looked around.

Ryan suddenly fell ill, and he didn't know if the people from the Inquisition could keep up.

After confirming that there was no threat around, several short figures appeared in Jeff's field of vision.

dwarf?

Looking at the miners operating in front of him, Jeff frowned subconsciously, lowered his voice and said to Master Ryan,
"Master, these things are not very auspicious."

Holy family, avoid getting involved with dwarves, goblins, and elves.

Legend has it that these races were the reason for the demise of the Qiyun Kingdom, and they were regarded as ominous and unclean.

Associated with them, it is easy to be targeted by the Inquisition.

A member of the Holy See who cleans himself up should not do these things.

Ryan turned a deaf ear to Jeff's warning, chuckled and said,
"My sin is not lacking in this one."

He strode forward, raised his hands, and communicated with the other party in the stumbling ancient Qiyun language.

If Ryan remembered correctly, the dwarves all spoke the ancient Qiyun language.

And as a direct member of the Holy Family, the ancient Qiyun language is a must in the education he has received.

The dwarf was a little surprised. He didn't expect that, besides Mr. Luden, there would be someone who would take the initiative to communicate with him.

The two sides chatted briefly, and the dwarf made a welcome gesture and invited Ryan to enter.

"Master!"

Jeff wanted to persuade something, but Ryan only had dwarves and furnaces in his eyes, so he couldn't listen at all.

Jeff didn't hesitate too long, gritted his teeth and followed.

Regardless of the status, Jeff is required to protect the safety of Master Ryan.

Carrying a miner's lamp and following Ryan, feeling the heat wave coming, Jeff saw an unbelievable scene.

On one line, the dwarves were busy.

Red molten iron flows into the mold
The red-hot iron was picked up by the pliers and smashed down with a hammer.

Ping pong pong
The orderly production scene contained a kind of vitality and strength, which shocked Jeff.

He had never seen anything like it.

"They call it a production line."

Ryan, who was sweating profusely, took the time to explain while talking with the dwarves,
"Long swords, round shields, and armor can be produced here every day."

The specific number, the dwarves did not disclose.

Although they are passionate, it does not mean they are stupid.

However, looking at the busy dwarves on the 'production line', Jeff was sure of one thing.

The yield is horrendous!
Enough to arm one, nay, give some more time, enough for them to arm all the legions!

A basket of long swords without a sharp edge was carried by the dwarves into a cart and transported to an unknown place.

Jeff swallowed subconsciously.

He had some doubts whether the two of them could get out of this place called 'assembly line'.

This may be Mr. Luden's secret.

Jeff reminded,
"Master, we were not invited, so we shouldn't be running around."

"Don't be afraid, let me tell you a secret!"

Ryan asked Jeff to listen to him and whispered,

"We paid for it!"

For this visit, Deputy Dean Lane paid a large sum of miso.

Since Lu Deng took the money and didn't tell them where they couldn't go, naturally they could go anywhere.

Luden doesn't care, what is Ryan afraid of?
The corner of Jeff's mouth twitched, with complicated emotions, he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh softly.

Meeting Mr. Luden was perhaps the greatest misfortune for Master Lane.

Originally, Master Ryan should be the leader of the new generation of saints, he should take up the position of real power, inherit the glory of Pangge, and finally enter the Senate
Instead of being in the Sanatorium of St. Peter like this, working with lunatics all day long.

Jeff couldn't even tell whether Master Lane was crazy or not.

In any case, as a servant, even if Master Ryan goes crazy, Jeff has no other choice but to accompany him to go crazy.

"Jeff, look!"

Ryan pointed to baskets of weapons and armor, and said excitedly,

"These are all Panger's military exploits, you know, these are all Panger's military exploits!
The heads he captured will be piled up into a high mountain, and each head will be inserted on a wooden stake, which can spread from the wasteland to the kingdom of God."

Jeff: .
Ryan spoke a few more words to the dwarf.

He wanted to see where these weapons and armor would be sent.

The dwarf was a little hesitant at first, feeling that it was inconvenient to talk about such things.

Ryan promised that he would give the other party a barrel of good wine.

The dwarf readily agreed.

No way, Ryan gave too much.

The dwarf found two baskets, put them on the cart, and let Ryan and Jeff sit in them.

Then the dwarf pushed the cart, and under the action of gravity, the cart slid slowly and rolled towards the dark front.

After about six hundred heartbeats, Jeff felt the oncoming air change, and light began to appear in front of him.

He grasped the edge of the basket and reminded,
"Master, we are almost here!"

boom--

It's the finish line.

The two baskets were overturned to the ground, and Jeff and Ryan rolled several times before stopping.

Before they stood up, the gray-headed two were pointed at by several long swords, and they didn't dare to move.

"I'm Jeff, the steward of the Jager family!"

Jeff held up his hands, indicating that he was not hostile, and at the same time showed a wooden sign to the other party.

"It's a coincidence."

All the soldiers retreated, and a strong man who looked like a lion sneered,
"I am Pangge of the Jager family."

Jeff: .
He never expected that the other side of these swords and protective gear turned out to be General Pangge!

Now it's a big disaster.

Jeff was thinking about how to put the blame on himself and try not to let Ryan be punished.

Ryan spoke first,
"Are you arguing with someone?"

Pang Ge was taken aback, and instead of being angry, he smiled, "Yes, I was arguing with someone."

Since they are their own people, the soldiers naturally put away their long swords and returned to their posts.

The two stood up, Ryan didn't care about his embarrassment, but asked enthusiastically,

"What's the noise?"

Young master, please stop talking!

Jeff was about to howl inwardly.

Today, Ryan's only backer is General Panger.

Ryan is very ill today, if he says something wrong, he will offend Pang Ge.
If things continue like this, the young master might not even be able to live in St. Peter's Sanatorium!
Tomorrow, the master and the servant will pack their bags and beg for food on the street.

It's not that Jeff is afraid of begging for food, the main reason is that the young master can't bear the hardship.

Moreover, in the past Ryan, the awe of Pangge was almost engraved in his bones, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly in front of Pangge.

Pointing at the ordnance designer at the side, Pang said dissatisfiedly,

"This guy is only willing to produce fixed styles and shapes of armor and weapons, and he is unwilling to tailor-made for my soldiers."

Obviously, the equipment produced from the [assembly line] is large in quantity and high in quality.

There's just one problem: some fighters don't fit!
Leather armor with iron plates is either too big or too small for them.

The shield is the same, there are only three styles, and many fighters are not used to it.

They prefer the equipment they have been using for years to these things.

"Custom made?"

Ryan asked curiously,

"Pong, do you have your own sword and shield?"

Jeff on the side was about to cry.

Master!Lord!ancestors!
This is your uncle, your only thigh!
Even if you're crazy, just pick someone and call them by their first names. You're really like a lion who doesn't eat people!

Strangely, Pangge didn't care about Ryan's offense, but instead replied seriously,

"Of course, I have the best sword, shield? I don't need that kind of thing."

Ryan continued to ask,

"Then how many Pangges does Shenbang have?"

Pang answered this question more simply,

"One!"

"That's right! There is only one Pangge, and his sword can be specially made."

Ryan was a little strange, and asked,
"But the soldiers of the legion are not Pangge. Give them a special sword, can it decide the outcome of a war?"

Pangge froze for a moment, and looked at Ryan with some surprise.

"That guy said something similar."

Panger pondered,
"The guy said people should fit gear, not gear fit people."

Luden told Pang very clearly that there are only three styles of equipment, which is the solution to maximize production efficiency.

These styles have also been investigated before production, and can cover more than 80% of legionnaires.

Pong should go find some fighters who are more gear-adapted instead of tweaking gear.

Modify a piece of leather armor, a long sword, and a shield.
All these require a lot of time, manpower and material resources.

But at such a high price, it is still just a fighter's combat power when put on the battlefield, nothing more.

The loss of combat power due to poor equipment can be fully compensated by quantity!
Also fully armed, three thousand against five thousand, maybe the outcome is still in suspense.

What about three thousand versus thirty thousand?

What about [-]?
The solution given by Luden, Pangge can be rational, but emotionally he cannot fully accept it.

He came here to quarrel, but he met Ryan without thinking about it.

After listening to Ryan's words, Pang glanced at him,
"I have some doubts now. Is it a waste to keep you in St. Peter's Sanatorium?"

And Ryan has forgotten the previous conversation, squatting next to the basket, and started counting ants.

Soon, Pang shook his head.

He knelt down and whispered in Ryan's ear,

"As long as Luden is alive, you are living in St. Peter's Sanatorium."

Tears welled up suddenly, Ryan choked up and asked,
"What if he lives forever?"

Pang said coldly,

"Then you'll be crazy forever."

What's more, Pang is very clear that Luden will not live forever.

This guy never stops dying.

Soon, Ryan laughed through his tears, opened his hands, gestured for a big house, and said excitedly,
"When I leave the hospital, I want a big house, a house made of gold."

Pang shook his head and said nonchalantly,

"That's not something I need to think about."

Given the options, Loudon beats Ryan in every way.

The most important thing is that what Luden wants is a blessing, just give him a blessing.

Panger has decided that the alliance between the two is sacred and unbreakable.

For his own status and evaluation in history, Pang will never backstab Luden.

What does Lane want?
No need for pong to get a headache.

Leave it to Lane's allies to worry about.

"Remember."

Panger repeated,
"One day Luden lives, one day you go crazy."

(End of this chapter)