Warhammer Seal

Chapter 29 Patent Fees
Applying for patents is very common in Nun City. In order to keep engineers and craftsmen passionate about creation, there was such a patent system on the day the Nun Artillery Academy was established.

Excellent works can be patented, and with a patent, you have the right to mass-produce a certain weapon. At the same time, if you don't want to produce, you can also sell the patent for money.

A whole box full of gold coins!
Uncle Xianglu has been depressed since he returned to his workshop.

"Hey, friend, you got a whole box of gold coins, why are you still so sad?"

Wende was cooking, and he had obviously regarded this place as his home, a frontline safe house for spying intelligence.

"The patent for a new type of musket that I worked so hard to get was bought. Just such a box of gold coins bought my hard work all the time."

"This is good news! Who would have trouble with money?"

Wen De was also puzzled, exchanging patents for money was a very good deal, besides, the blueprints copied by Uncle Censer were sent out, and the original blueprints were still in his hands.

But as soon as the words were finished, Uncle Censer, who was planning to sit down, suddenly rushed in front of Wen De, and squeezed his shoulders very hard.

"You!! You!! You!! You don't understand what this means?"

Wende knew the name of the crown of the Dwarf High King, he also knew where the capitals of the twelve ratmen clans were, and he also knew that the nymph of the lake that Bretonnia believed in was actually the elf god Lilith herself.

But it is really not known what it means for the patent to be sold.

Uncommonly, Uncle Xianglu took out a bottle of wine he just bought from outside, and took a big gulp.

"I originally wanted this new musket to be used in the Imperial Army! Lower production costs, lower maintenance costs, and a range comparable to crossbowmen! They actually bought my patent."

Wende began to understand a little bit. When the system is not perfect, there will indeed be some things that capitalists forcefully buy and sell the patents of scientists and professors.

If you don't sell it, hehe, although it can't kill you, it can make your life worse than death.

Uncle Censer received this kind of coercion. For his own safety, he could only buy the patent to the nobles of Nun City.

The reason for these nobles to buy patents is also very simple, that is collection.

They profited a lot from the musketeer trade in Nun City, and one-third of the musketeer's maintenance fee actually ended up in their hands.

If the manufacture of this new type of musket is promoted, wouldn't it be shooting oneself in the foot with a stone, and there will be no money to make.

So once the patent is bought, it will be put in the warehouse, and then continue to make money from the various provinces of the empire to live their luxurious lives.

This box of gold coins for buying a patent is the greatest insult to Uncle Incense Burner.

Due to patent restrictions, Uncle Censer could not open his own factory to produce new guns, so he could only drink and get drunk here.

Wende still calmly took out his gold coin and placed it in front of Uncle Censer.

"Why, even you want to use money to insult me? I'm a technical person, hey, I'm just a technical person."

"No, no, you are my good friend, and I am here to help you."

Although Uncle Censer didn't say anything about the patent, Wen De had already guessed it, so he was naturally straight to the point.

"I will find a way for you to start a professional production line, I will find a way for you to produce your own products, and I will find a way for the imperial army to equip all the new muskets that you personally improved and designed!"

"really?"

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared on Uncle Xianglu's face, but his expression soon dimmed again.

"You are indeed very powerful, but you definitely can't do these things. You just say it to make me happy, and the happiness of living in fantasy."

"Believe it or not, anyway, it will be successful in about two months. At that time, you can look back and think about whether what I said now is right or not."

The next target of Karl Franz's army is Nun City, which is also the direction that Wind needs to be busy, but he can't tell a craftsman who has not received any intelligence training.

We can only try to ease his emotions first. Wende doesn't want a person with a bright future and good craftsmanship to become an alcoholic who drinks all day long to relieve his worries.

"Anyway, if you're idle, you're idle. How about blacksmithing to soothe your spirit and make me a suit of armor?"

"I'm just an ordinary human craftsman. It's hard to create a green quality musket, and I can only do it when the drawings are complete."

The incense burner still gave up on itself and did not get out of the shadow of the patent matter.

On the contrary, Wende felt indifferent.

"Then create a pair of white-quality armor. No matter what happens, you have to take it one step at a time. Maybe it will really turn around in two months?"

Maybe it's because Uncle Xianglu doesn't like drinking, or maybe Uncle Xianglu feels bored, so it's settled.

Wende paid a gold coin, and then made a pair of white quality armor for Ruixi.

This is the first time to create armor for women, and finally something can make Uncle Incenseer rekindle his passion.

As a new generation of craftsmen, they all like to create things that have never been seen before.

Creating a pair of women's armor may be considered a contempt for old craftsmen, but it is also an interesting challenge for young craftsmen.

Immediately threw the wine bottle in his hand out of the window, ignoring the repeated thank you from the beggars outside.

"Wende, help me light the furnace, then ask your friend to come out, first measure the data for her, and I will see what additional materials are needed."

Ruixi didn't have the shyness and fearfulness of a human girl. Instead, she stood up straight gratefully and asked Uncle Censer to measure her body data.

You know, in the world of dark elves, giving weapons can be regarded as a great gift, and giving armor is simply an unimaginable blessing.

Obtaining the armor presented by the Witch King Malekith is the highest goal pursuit of all dark elf fighters.

Of course, being given armor by the same level or a superior has a similar effect.

Ruixi finds Wende more and more interesting, and at the same time, Aiwu and Wu's perception of human beings has improved a lot. Maybe these short-lived ghosts are not used as slaves.

The furnace had already been heated, and Uncle Censer, who had obtained all the body data, had a sad expression on his face.

"Hey, Wende, your friend's figure is too good. Forging the ordinary equipment that I'm proficient in may seem like a burden to her."

These words made Wende suddenly realize that, indeed, Uncle Censer, like all human blacksmiths and dwarf blacksmiths, is good at making heavy armor.

Ruixi is a witch spirit, wearing heavy armor is actually a kind of weakening for her.

Just as Wende was thinking about countermeasures, Uncle Censer suddenly and slowly closed the window, and came to Wende's side in a daze.

"I heard that there are high elves' Iselama silver and dark elves' obsidian in the noble area. If you can get those two things, I want to try my hand, and I won't charge you a penny!"

(End of this chapter)