our family is gone

Chapter 760 Explosives

Several people didn't understand what the lord meant, but they decided on their goals after a brief observation.

“I think this one is more vicious.”

"That one is obviously bigger."

"What's the use of being big? You're obviously injured..."

Originally, those people didn't care much, but Lance's words aroused their emotions and they started discussing the one they supported.

Lance smiled but said nothing, just silently talking about the battle between rats and rats...

The fight between the rats became more and more crazy once blood was seen, and the situation made the audience even more excited.

Soon one of them showed signs of weakness and turned around to escape, but was chased and bitten by the other one. There was no possibility of escape in the small pit, and it soon died.

This will cause the audience to have two obvious emotions: if they guess correctly, they will show a positive reaction, and if they guess wrong, it will be negative.

After biting its opponent to death, it actually started eating directly. The rat's teeth and flesh made a slight sound as it gnawed. It turned out that for mice, their own kind are also food.

Then Lance did the experiment again, but he changed the pit and fed the hamster some food before putting it in.

This time the two mice did not duel. The answer is very obvious from the two experiments.

"It seems that they are less willing to attack their own kind when they are full, but hunger will make them lose their minds and go completely crazy."

Lance thought for a moment before signaling to those people.

"In this case, it's not difficult to deal with them. We just need to open a Colosseum and bet on who will win, bet on time, bet on winning streak. It's the same as the Colosseum, except that the gladiators have become giant rats.

We make the rules, provide the venue, extract money from them, and let them find rats to fight. As long as it is profitable, those people will help us catch them all. "

Rather than directly exterminating the rats, Lance would rather use them to hype up the adventurers and fill the gap in motivation after their dreams of getting rich quickly from the ruins were shattered.

The ancestor's legacy not only gave him a reason to go to war to reclaim his territory, but also left him a rat to fill in the remains.

That's very kind of you.

"Before that, we need to study the habits of this kind of rat, conduct a few experiments to see how people react, and then publicize it as a species unique to Hamlet. We can call it..." Lance thought for a moment and came up with a name, "Let's call it Crazy Rat."

Lance finalized the beginning of a project, and then they had to complete it.

Those people did not feel too much pressure about this. After all, this thing was everywhere and it was not a rare species.

Lance also drew a design for a mousetrap so that the captured mice would not be injured and affect the duel.

Cockfighting, dogfighting, and even ratfighting. This world is really interesting...

Lance is not Count Bastia, and he doesn't even know how to use a spellcaster. He recruited two consultants, Amanda and Alhazred, to solve this problem.

Amanda is an easy person to talk to. She didn't stay for some evil cult or evil god, nor for the destruction or salvation of the world.

She just wanted to curry favor with the old man, so whether the old man was dead or alive had no impact on whether she would stay.

But the mystic is different. He came to Hamlet to deal with the evil statue that was flowing out.

Considering his previous experience, there was a certain element of atonement, so he chose to stay after knowing Hamlet's situation.

Now that the cult has been eradicated and the evil god has been killed, does it seem that he has lost the reason to stay?

Lance chose to communicate with him after taking some time out.

"Hamlet's war will soon be over. What are your plans next?"

Alhazred was not surprised by the lord's words. After all, after seeing what happened in the dungeon, he understood that the ordinary people's world could not withstand the existence of the lord, and the so-called war was just a formality.

But after talking about his own problem, he fell silent. Should he leave or stay?

"Although our agreement has been fulfilled, I hope you can stay and wait until the things on hand are finished. We will study your situation and find out how to help you get rid of those negative influences. It won't be too late for you to consider leaving then."

Lance stated directly that he naturally needed talents from the extraordinary world, especially spellcasters. Where can you find them?

The scholar is pretty good, even though he's a little unreliable, but at least he didn't go crazy in the dungeon.

“I’m not asking you to quit the Fate Association and join Hamlet. You should know that this doesn’t mean much to me.

What I’m worried about is what will happen if something unexpected happens to you. Otherwise, we’ve just dealt with one evil god, we can’t attract another one, right?

At least I can help a little here. It's better for everyone to work together than to handle it alone. No matter what, we are friends."

Lance added, directly stating his true purpose.

To put it bluntly, Alhazred is now also a bomb. He is being spied on by some entity, which wants to use him as a springboard to invade reality.

Hamlet is now well under control. If we let him go back, what if he collapses and leads to an invasion from outside the domain?
Alhazred naturally understood this truth, and he felt much more stable after receiving the help of the lord here.

If possible, who would be willing to carry such a heavy burden? He even dared not to die, for fear that his body would decompose and become a beacon.

"I have no opinion."

Alhazred agreed and made the right choice, believing that he could find redemption in Hamlet.

Lance had a brief discussion with the scholar. He didn't know much about this aspect and hoped that the scholar could write down some information about mysticism during this period to help him study this aspect and also to solve the problem.

Once these words were spoken, it basically meant that Lance had set his eyes on the mystical knowledge that others had accumulated. Even demigods had to learn it, and Lance was quite interested in it.

After stabilizing Alhazred, Lance remembered another bomb hidden by Hamlet.

Bigby the Cursebinder!

When Lance came to his house, he found out that he really didn't go out when he was told not to run around. He was a die-hard homebody.

"How are you? Have you been doing well lately?"

Bigby was not like Paracelsus who was crazy about research. On the contrary, he kept everything neat and tidy. The books and reports were neatly classified and arranged, and there were also many things he wrote.

From this we can see that the blood moon that caused chaos and trouble outside for a few days did not affect him much.

Lance couldn't help but be curious, and soon learned about these strange things after asking. Bigby was a little nervous when the blood moon came, but suddenly found that he was not affected by the blood moon at all, and even the part in his body that was busy resisting the blood moon made him feel much more relaxed.

After hearing what he said, Lance just felt it was very abstract. Is it okay to be protected by the alien demon?

But it also makes sense. After all, this is the house I live in, why do you want to come in?

Although the landlord was the unlucky guy Bigby, the tenants still helped him fight off the old man who wanted to come in and buy for free.

But Lance didn't come here to ask this. Whether it was the blood moon or something else, it had all passed. He came here today for just one thing.

"The alchemy room prepared for you has been completed. Come on, I'll take you to see it."

There is no time to waste. Since Lance plans to make Bigby a scientific research worker, considering his unstable situation, he should first take him to a research institute far away from the city, and then give him a remote laboratory to work on it himself.

Bigby's injuries were healed by Lance, and he changed into a new set of clothes. He looked like a handsome guy no matter how you looked at him, except that the shackles and chains wrapped around his arms looked a bit weird.

But just think of it as him practicing Iron Wire Fist. The power contained in the shackles and padlocks can help him suppress the restlessness in his body. He can find a way to unlock them later. Now just put on the white coat to cover it up a little.

Anyway, he is a socially anxious otaku and will not hang out in other places.

"This world is not only filled with extraordinary powers, there is much more worth studying and discovering."

The purpose of Lance bringing him to the institute was to change his mind. Although Hamlet had a lot of work to do, he still had some foundation.

In fact, it is just to show your strength and tell him that you are willing to spend money, and your staying can meet the experimental requirements.

It was only after listening to Lance's introduction along the way that Bigby realized how important this remote research institute was.

In terms of investment or treatment, the alchemy research I was doing at the time was just a small thing in comparison.

After a round, I came to the technical reserve room, which is actually a place where drawings and some experimental models are stored.

Many strange types of guns can be seen on the exhibition stand, which is enough to show that the lord attaches great importance to the research of firearms.

There are long and short guns, double-barreled, triple-barreled, and even more outrageous, there are six-barreled short guns... There are so many of them that it's dizzying.

Lance picked up the guns and gave Bigby a brief introduction.

The double-barreled and triple-barreled guns were both early attempts, with fixed barrels stacked directly, two triggers on the left and right, and both long and short guns.

"These have long been obsolete and are not practical. The future of muskets lies here."

After Lance finished speaking, he put those things down, picked up the six-barreled pistol, turned the barrels and listened to the ratchet sound, feeling inexplicably relieved.

"This is quite interesting. Our researchers have achieved the linkage between the trigger and the ratchet through a mechanical structure..."

Bigby didn't quite understand this, but he could guess that the firepower would be stronger than what Hamlet was currently equipped with.

"Why aren't these guns being used?"

"It's simple. It's too complicated, which leads to high cost. It's also troublesome to load, has poor shooting accuracy, and is prone to errors. These are all problems with materials and assembly processes."

Lance paused for a moment and pointed out the most important issue.

"More importantly, these guns are designed for percussion caps. Without percussion caps, these guns are less practical on the battlefield than ordinary flintlock rifles."

"Flash cap?" Bigby had heard a lot of new things along the way, but he had never heard of this before.

"The percussion cap is the ignition method that made the flintlock gun obsolete. The core of the method is to use a substance that is very sensitive to needle pricks or impacts as the ignition material..."

Friends who often make guns know that it is easy to make a gun but difficult to make bullets.

Among them, things like bullet shells can be made do with other methods, but the percussion cap is the most difficult.

So it’s not that Lance doesn’t want to use these better guns, but it’s not that easy to make modern guns.

No matter how difficult something like a mechanical structure is, as long as you have an idea, all that's left is just a matter of deduction and trial and error.

It’s like a very simple revolver structure was developed before, and now it is constantly being improved.

There is no stamping or better casting technology, but it can be made by hand with some difficulty, just like the prototype in his hand now.

But Lance really doesn't understand chemistry. Who plays a game that labels chemical engineering and technology?

Not to mention that environmental reasons limit his access to this information, and ordinary people would not deliberately collect it.

So what looked like just a small percussion cap directly restricted Hamlet's advanced musket technology.

The industrial system is like a big tree. All you see is a ripe fruit, but behind it there needs to be a trunk to transport nutrients, and leaves to photosynthesize to generate nutrients, and all kinds of complex conditions.

"I think I know what you are talking about..."

Bigby suddenly said this, and Lance, who was still bragging and lamenting about the difficulties, was unable to react. He was stunned for a second or two before he suddenly stopped and looked at him abruptly to ask.

"No, man...what did you say?"

"I think I've seen the explosive you mentioned before. It's the kind of material that's very sensitive and can produce explosions and flames."

Bigby organized his words, somewhat uncertainly.

"I have found this recipe in the family materials my father left behind when I was researching it, but this recipe is for making poison. I made it once and it left a deep impression on me because it caused an explosion. I wonder if this is the kind you need."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll find the materials you need for you now."

Lance has always been decisive in his work. He took Bigby to a laboratory prepared for him, where the alchemy equipment seized from the old house was placed.

Bigby's whole state changed when he entered the laboratory. His slightly hunched back straightened up unconsciously and he began to count the materials placed around him.

I also have to thank the ancestors for preparing those strange materials, otherwise Lance would not have collected them on purpose.

The moment Bigby got the hang of it, Lance knew that alchemy was truly different from chemical experiments, because he had captured extraordinary powers to process those materials, and extraordinary rituals were also used in the preparation.

He is the only one left in Bigby's family, so naturally he would not be as secretive as Amanda. Or maybe he didn't even care about Lance and devoted himself to the experiment.

Although Lance was in a hurry, he did not rush or ask about the process, but waited silently. It did not seem difficult to respect a technician.

Now we are waiting for the test results...