Warhammer Seal

Chapter 20 Keep your voice down at night in Nun City
"Two guests, Nun City has arrived."

The boat was slowly advancing on the Riker River. As the lifeline of the empire, this stable river was also very calm and calm.

The boatman put the oars in the water and completed a braking action, and the two halberd soldiers standing by the river also surrounded them.

First, he put away his weapon, drew out the dagger, and lit a torch at the same time.

"Let me see, a man, a woman, the luggage is."

While talking, he randomly searched for Wende's backpack.

"The luggage is some clothing and equipment, there may not be anything prohibited."

As soon as these words came out, it also made Wende, who had been in the society for a while, completely understand.

Isn't it just an unspoken rule, it should be, it should be.

He quickly took out five copper coins from his pocket, and respectfully put them in the guard's coat pocket.

"Master Bing has worked hard. You are still on duty at such a late hour. You must eat something, so you don't get hungry."

The torch was quickly retracted, the dagger was sheathed again, and the two halberdiers regained their halberds.

"No prohibited items, allowed to pass."

The boatman continued to swipe his oar vigorously, and pulled aside a small corner where the clothes were washed.

"There are five copper coins in total. Please walk slowly, two guests."

After giving the money, getting the luggage, and disembarking, the two of them raised their heads in one go, like the ratmen who had just entered the hive capital, looking very low.

Nuln is the largest industrial city in the Old World, and the entire area is dotted with tall buildings that soar into the sky.

Although it is not as tall as the skyscrapers I am familiar with, the road is narrow and can only accommodate two carriages running side by side.

Under the effect of congestion, it seems that the density of the entire city is about to catch up with the third ring of the world.

The wide Reik River divides Nun City into three regions.

To the north of the Riker River, there are all kinds of civilian buildings, inhabiting every worker, businessman, and resident in Nun City.

The civilian area continues to the north, and after passing through the inner wall, there is the noble area dominated by the castle of the Duchess of Wessenland.

South of the Riker River is the industrial area of ​​Nun City, where gunpowder weapons for all human troops are produced.

Flintlock Pistols, Flintlock Rifles, Giant Cannons, Hellstorm Bazookas, Hellspray Chain Cannons, Steam Tanks, and Mortars.

That's right, except for Nun, other cities in the empire don't even have the ability to produce mortars.

However, it is said that Karl will immediately build a first-level gun workshop belonging to Rickland after Altdorf is upgraded to a third-level city, so as to combat Wessenland's monopoly on firearms.

The last area is an area washed out by the confluence of the Talabek and Reik rivers.

This is the commercial center of Nun City. Whether it is business with dwarves or other provinces, it is all done in that place. At the same time, it also has the most luxurious entertainment in the city.

Wende and Ruixi were walking on the streets of the civilian area, it was already night, and the streets were full of patrolmen holding torches.

In an hour, the city will begin to implement a curfew policy.

There are also some drunks and homeless people in the corners of the city buildings. When the night falls completely, some of them are likely to be eaten by the ratmen who come out of the sewers.

"Got to find a small hotel."

Wende let Ruixi close to his side, the city at night is much more dangerous than the forest at night.

But no matter how many small hotels they went to, they all expressed their unwillingness to continue to operate. Just kidding, they only started looking for hotels when the curfew was approaching. These two people must not be serious.

"If you really have no place to live, you can just stay with me for one night."

Someone in the room next to the small hotel opened the window, and an uncle wearing glass glasses protruded from it.

Holding the pipe near his mouth with his hand, he exhaled a large puff of smoke rings.

Although he didn't look like a good person, he would definitely extort Wen De severely for the room fee, but money is for consumption, and the more expensive it is, the more expensive it is.

Without any hesitation, he swaggered into the room of the uncle wearing glass glasses.

He sat at a design table, moved the oil lamp in the glass cover, took out the quill, and continued to draw the blueprint in front of him.

"My name is Wende, and this is my friend Ruixi, what's your name, and how much will you charge for one night?"

"Just call me the incense burner."

The uncle raised the parts in his hand and watched carefully by the oil lamp.

"No charge, as long as you keep your voice down for two nights, so as not to affect my work, the bed is on the floor in the next room."

Ruixi directly put on the bed in a blunt manner. The dark elves are a race that doesn't like to enjoy themselves, so it doesn't matter what kind of rest environment it is.

But Wende always has a social embarrassment brought from the original world. He always feels that he has taken advantage of others for nothing and owes Uncle Censer a lot.

And he was quite curious about what kind of design drawing was worth a craftsman staying up all night to draw.

Leaning over to take a look, while seeing the drawings, I also heard the thoughts of Uncle Xianglu.

"The Musketeer has great range and power, but how do you use a musket to shoot enemies at close range?"

"If the enemy's giant beast rushed into the musketeer's line, wouldn't the musket become a fire stick?"

"Hey, if you use a flintlock pistol to shoot enemies in close quarters and street fighting, then each soldier has to carry more gunpowder on his body, which is very dangerous."

After hearing this, Wende's eyes glowed and he hurriedly stood beside Uncle Censer, and handed out the flintlock pistol that he had attached a dagger to.

"Hey, that's a nice design idea!"

Uncle Xianglu's eyes lit up at once.

"The length of the musket is almost the same as that of the spear, and it is also made of iron, which is much stronger than the wood of the spear."

"If you add a bayonet under the barrel, you can use the musket as a spear when the enemy is close to you, so as to resist the charge and at the same time resist large forces! Start forging tomorrow!"

The excited Uncle Censer took a deep puff of his pipe immediately, and then drew the inspiration just now on the drawing.

"The master often says that good deeds will be rewarded, thank you, thank you, Wende, for your inspiration, and solved the problem that has troubled me for more than a month. How about it, you two can make a lot of noise at night, don't mess with my bed It's too messy."

Wende noticed the word before Uncle Censer, which was exactly what he had been looking for.

"You can forge firearms?"

(End of this chapter)