industrial lord

Chapter 4
Frederick saw Warcraft for the first time when he was three years old when he and his family went on vacation at the manor by Lake Brombach.

At that time, an injured rabbit ran to the lake to drink water, and the smell of blood attracted a group of fist-sized yellow slimes.

Seeing that the slime was up to no good, the rabbit slammed its hind legs towards the fastest one.

It's just that there is a kind of yellow oil on the surface and inside of this yellow slime, which is very slippery. It can be used as lubricating oil after being beaten and boiled in water.

The slime's body looked crystal clear, but it felt as elastic as rubber, and with the oil on it, the rabbit's foot slipped away.

Frederick was thinking in his heart that this rabbit is quite big, so it should be delicious.

Unexpectedly, the rabbit turned around and opened its mouth to spit out a fireball the size of a glass marble, which set the slime on fire.

Three years later, Frederick conducted an experiment. The broth boiled for an hour was put into a porcelain bottle just taken out of the stove fire and then sealed with wax. As a result, after three days at room temperature, the lid was opened and the soup was found to be spoiled.

The same was true for the bacteria in the pus from the wound. The pus extracted from the wound was boiled in water for an hour. After the water cooled, it was poured on the wound on the rabbit's leg, which festered faster than a control wound on the other leg.

Because of this, he was lectured by his mother on the grounds that he could not cruelty to animals.

At that time, Frederick understood that in the world of magic, not only animals will become monsters, but also microorganisms will become more magical, and magic methods must be used to solve problems.

It's just that there have been years of wars here, and the development of magic is biased towards the military. No one has the time to think about how to "transform the army into civilians".

Friedrich thought for a long time. He had never thought about such things as insect repellents before. He had been funded by the funder to study how to kill people for decades, and it was the first time he asked for help.

Faced with such a challenging job, he finally said: "I think I can give it a try."

Frederick smiled slightly, raised his wine glass and saluted him with fruit juice instead of wine, and then said to Manuai: "Your Excellency is a necromancer, you should be familiar with the magic of 'withering life'."

Manuai replied seriously: "Withering life is the necromancer's entry-level magic. It kills the enemy by destroying the vitality of the enemy."

"This magic is easy to learn but difficult to master. Ordinary apprentices can only kill flowers, plants and bugs. If they are not careful, they will even hurt themselves."

Magic such as the withering of life appears in various stories as the common magic of villains. It is commonplace to raise one's hand to kill people, but as he said, it is easy to learn but difficult to master.

He was worried that Frederick would learn this magic from himself, so he took a vaccination first.

Frederick smiled slightly, took a teapot, poured out all the tea in it, then asked the servant to bring a bowl of vegetable and chicken soup and pour it in, and finally asked Afu to bring a candle and seal the mouth and lid of the pot with beeswax around.

While he was busy, he said at the same time: "I met a wandering scholar before, and he had a microscope in his hand that could see magnified objects."

"At that time, he showed me a lot of enlarged things, including tiny worms moving in the spoiled soup."

"He said that such bugs can be found everywhere, but if there are too many, they will spoil the food."

"Unfortunately, I didn't have much pocket money at the time, so I couldn't buy that microscope."

"I would like to ask Your Excellency to cast Life Decay on this teapot and the broth inside to kill all the bugs, while not allowing the bugs outside to enter."

"If it's as the scholar said, the broth without the bugs won't go bad for a long time."

A question mark on Manuei's head, there are various theories about food spoilage, but this is the first time I've heard of it.

"Really?" he asked in disbelief, as did the others.

Frederick replied: "I can't say for sure. You can only know by trying."

"I have tried several times, and the broth that is boiled every half day will not go bad, so I have a guess that the small bugs in the soup are easy to kill, but the eggs of small bugs are difficult to kill."

"I think if I can kill all the bugs and eggs in the soup with Withering Life, it will prove that part of my guess is correct."

Manuai seemed very interested in this experiment, nodded and said, "Then let's try."

He asked Frederick to put the teapot on the table. Instead of chanting or using his wand, he directly pointed his right hand at the teapot. Five fingers deftly drew different patterns, and a purple-black light appeared on the fingertips.

The teapot didn't seem to have changed much, it was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Manuai's complexion suddenly became serious, and he closed his eyes as if he was feeling something with his heart.

"Your Excellency's guess is reasonable." He said seriously to Frederick, "I can feel the tiny life force dissipating under the magic in the teapot, it should be such small bugs and eggs, if you don't pay attention will find out."

"Well, this has to be studied carefully."

A smile appeared on Frederick's face again, and the influential sinner arrived, and it was not difficult for the others.

His small thoughts were quickly seen through by others. Diesel raised his wine glass to salute him, and then asked, "I wonder if you have any new insights into explosion magic?"

"If it is a good research direction, I will stay here and conduct research."

At this time, Ah Fu suddenly said seriously: "Our master is going to dig a canal, so please blow up the soil."

The corner of Diesel's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't speak.

Frederick asked Ah Fu curiously: "Is there any ... unpleasantness between you?"

Diesel didn't wait for Ah Fu to answer, and immediately said: "Isn't it just fried dirt, no problem, no problem!"

"There are professors and students of architecture in the entourage, which can let them do the pre-planning."

Frederick nodded with a smile, and then said, "I have a question to ask."

"I have an idea, that is to find a piece of pipe and block the end. There is an explosion-type magic there, and a ball or something is put in the pipe. After the explosion magic is activated, the ball is quickly pushed to let it go. It flew out at high speed."

"I want to use this weapon instead of a bow and arrow. Do you think it can be done?"

He wanted to use magic to replace the propellant of the gun. He thought it could be done in theory, but he didn't know the actual effect.

Under Diesel's resentful gaze, Ah Fu said, "Master, he is the best at this kind of thing."

Frederick was taken aback and asked, "Why?"

Ah Fu said calmly: "I will tell the master a story."

"A long time ago, a few people went to the mountains to collect herbs together, planning to go to a cave to rest after dark."

"Just when everyone was preparing for dinner, a fool found a snake crawling out from the depths of the cave, so he cast a blasting technique."

Frederick blinked. At first he wanted to ask if the cave had collapsed, but then he thought of another possibility.

He asked, "How far did you fly then?"

Ah Fu was silent for a while, and replied: "That's not the point, the point is that I can't find anything to eat."

Frederick instantly understood what was going on, and instead of asking, he asked Diesel, "Can my idea just now be realized?"

Diesel thought for a while, and replied: "If it is to replace the bow and arrow, then the volume of the magic circle should not be too large. This needs further research."

He had a preliminary plan in his heart, but a fool would come up with it now, and he would rely on it to make money in the future.

Frederick naturally agreed, and then asked Mathias: "I wonder if you can cultivate crops with higher yields?"

Mathias said seriously: "Plants also need food to grow, and their food comes from the soil."

"The bigger the crops grow, the more food they eat, the more barren the land will be, and it will take a long fallow to restore the fertility of the land."

"Your idea has been tried before, but the plundering of the land is too heavy. Counting the fallow time, the total harvest has become smaller."

"I think Your Excellency will also let Monofolo raise stronger livestock, but the land is limited, and there is not enough fodder to feed the livestock."

Monofello nodded in agreement.

Frederick pondered for a moment after hearing this, and said, "I understand this truth. I have learned some knowledge about soil fertility. We can talk about it later when we have time."

The understanding of fertilizers in this era is still based on long-term accumulated experience. The use of plant ash, manure and green manure has developed to a certain extent. I have a certain understanding that beans with rhizobium can be used to fertilize the field, but I did not realize that it is rhizobium. is working.

Frederick decided to set up a few farms for trial planting for a few years, and then spread it out after the effect is good.

At this time, everyone had a new direction, only Ogilvy was a little lost, and Frederick didn't look for him, thinking that the gold master was not interested in golem puppets.

These few of them are not alone. Their family members are counted among the teachers and students, and they are considered academic leaders. There are also scholars, professors and students under their leadership who rely on their own business to support them.

At this time Frederick said: "Your Excellency Ogilvy, I wonder if you would like to stay?"

"I want to talk in detail after you settle down. I want to ask you about golem puppets. Maybe I need to order a few special ones."

Ogilvy's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied: "As you wish!"

(End of this chapter)