Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 380

2021-12-21

Chapter 380 vortex (6)

Time is money, and Carlo Ed knows it best .

Although he disagreed with Winters' idea of cooperating with the Commonwealth, Carlo Ed still arranged a meeting with the "enemy" for Winters as soon as possible.

The next day of the Este House reception - the third day of Winters' arrival at Steel Castle, Granasi Baron visited several major workshop owners in the United Provinces non-stop and expressed his willingness to purchase.

"Look, my lord, this is the forge of my house." A chubby middle-aged man walked in front of Winters and opened the workshop door diligently: "It is already in my hands. The third generation."

Father Kaman whispered, translating for Winters. Winters listened, nodded slightly, and followed the fat white man into the workshop.

Fatty Bai's name is [Ernst Fuller], forty-two years old, and a full member of the Steelcastle Blacksmiths' Guild.

He was the 11th workshop owner that Winters visited today, and the last on the list Carlo Ed provided Winters.

Fuller inherited a small firearms workshop, among which is included two forges. Fuller had far less fortune than the six "forge masters" Winters had met before.

Perhaps because of this, Fuller's attitude is more positive and urgent. He enthusiastically introduced all aspects of the workshop to Lord Baron:
"Look, my lord, this is the place where the forging table is used to bend iron plates to make gun barrels. Stop now, busy time, oops, ding ding ding Boom! The noise is dazed..."

"There is an annealing furnace. Since my grandfather, my workshop has not used an outside hardener. Although it occupies a place for a forge, every year Saves a lot of money..."

"There's... Aiya ahead! Be careful with your head banging! Sorry sorry, this damn beam was in the way several decades ago... I'll be here tonight... Saw it off!"

Winters stopped, resting on his forehead, and in front of him was a typical blacksmith's workshop: a furnace, a hydraulic hammer, a bellows, an anvil, and all kinds of tools.

He has visited similar workshops ten times today, and the freshness has long since faded.

Fuller left Baron and the others in the workshop, hurried into the warehouse, and soon returned with a black wooden box.

Fuller solemnly opened the wooden box. The wooden box contained a beautiful reed short gun. The wood used for the stock had a beautiful natural texture, and the gun body was engraved with intricate and exaggerated patterns.

"The best gun." Fuller said with a big smile: "Naturally the most heroic Knight."

Winters picked up the short gun, the center of gravity was roughly in front of his hand, and the grip felt Excellent. Looking at the muzzle, it sure has a rifle.

“[Old saying] The masterpiece of your workshop?” Winters asked.

Having heard Kaman's retelling, Fuller nodded hard and proudly replied: "Of course!"

Winters stroked the intaglio of the gun, looking back at the furnishings in the workshop - Nothing special, just ordinary tools such as hammers, chisels, saws, rulers, etc.

It is hard for Winters to imagine that such an exquisite weapon came from such a humble, low-rise workshop.

But it was indeed born in the small workshop of the Fuller family, but its father was not Fuller, but a skilled and unknown gunsmith.

"The people of Steelcastle may think that the forge represents wealth," Winters thought, "but the blacksmith who wields the hammer and chisel is the real source of wealth in this city."

Winters Smiling and saying a few old words, Kaman dutifully translated: "Master Baron asked where is the craftsman who built this gun? He wants to thank him in person."

"Well, he should be at home... ..." Seeing the sullen look on Baron's face, Fuller immediately changed his words: "I'll send someone to find him now."

Kaman continued to act as a bridge of communication: "Baron said that, as far as he knew, the Steelcastle blacksmiths had a very narrow range of operations and only one business. Baron wanted to know if your workshop Rifled firearms for business?"

"Your lord is really good at seeing!" Fuller complimented loudly without hesitation, he boasted vigorously: "Fuller Workshop is the number one gun maker in Steelcastle. The Emperor Your Majesty's uncle, the Duke of Lothair, came to my house to order shotguns. If you go to Duke Lothair's treasury now, you might even find a shotgun with Fuller's surname on it..."

After a lot of chatter, Fuller said what Winters wanted to hear: "Don't worry, my lord, I can supply as many matchlock guns as you want."

Winters kept quiet. Put the musket back in the wooden box.

Rifle reed guns are expensive and are mostly the playthings of the rich. Especially according to Fuller, their main customers are imperial aristocrats, and they can't sell a few a year.

How dare the owner of such a patriarch battalion's workshop of valuable shotguns pat his chest and say "how many guns are available"?
Either Fuller is lying, or Fatty Bai is more anxious than he appears.

Winters was right, Fuller did have a backlog of muskets. Among them are those made by Fuller's own workshop in the autumn and winter, as well as the finished products purchased from other workshops.

A long time ago, Fuller considered himself a business genius, but because the family business was too small to be used, he wanted to seize the business opportunity of the Palatine Civil War and bought a few forges.

And now, he just wants to get rid of the guns in the warehouse as soon as possible.

Because those muskets not only occupied all of his chattels, but also bought a considerable part of them by borrowing and credit...

Winters smiled, and he didn't need to say anything. Mann already knew what he was going to say.

"Mr. Fuller." Kaman coughed and said a little unbearably: "Your Excellency Baron doesn't buy muskets."

"Huh?" Fuller started: "The Lord What do you want to buy?"

"Your Excellency Baron only buys the barrel."

...

It wasn't until evening that Winters, Kaman, and the two accompanying guards returned. to the hotel.

As soon as the carriage came, Winters checked back and forth around the carriage he was riding, only to take off his clothes and get under the car to see.

"What's the matter?" Kaman asked strangely: "Is there a hidden person under the car?"

"Nothing." Winters' eyebrows lingered with suspicion: "By the way, you Do you feel that this carriage is a lot more bumpy than the one we rode in yesterday?"

Kaman slightly recalled: "It's a little bit."

"Where is only a little bit?" Winters Shake the carriage vigorously.

"Yesterday was the carriage sent by Mr. Esther." Kaman didn't care: "Today was the carriage that Mr. Ed borrowed from you, of course there is a difference."

Winters asks earnestly, "What's the difference?"

Caman, discomfited by Winters' sudden seriousness, subconsciously replies, "How do I know?"

"I thought you were really learned." Winters was disappointed.

While speaking, Anna walked into the yard and urged: "You two gentlemen, if you keep arguing, dinner will be cold."

Winters and Kaman confronted each other. Taking a look, he asked cautiously, "It's still the mammy sent by Mr. Ed to cook today?"

"Are you dissatisfied?" Anna pretended to be angry.

"No." Winters sighed: "Of course, it would be better if her sense of taste is normal."

A deep and mellow voice came from behind Anna: "Today is I'm preparing dinner, my lord."

Berrion, wearing an apron, stepped out of the room and bowed. Ciel appeared right after him, running towards Winters excitedly.

Winters was surprised, then hugged Ciel and asked Berrian, "How is it going?"

"As you ordered." Berian replied calmly: " We have bought all the books and gold measuring instruments available on the market.”

 …

[restaurant]
Berrian minced the beef , squeezed into balls, boiled with shredded radish and a little spice to make a pot of extremely delicious beef ball soup.

In addition to the two unlucky bastards who were drawn to stand guard, Winters, Anna, and others gathered in the restaurant. There was no distinction between superiors and inferiors, and there was no difference in status. Everyone gathered around the long table to share the heat. of broth.

"Did things go well today?" Anna asked Winters while passing bread baskets to the others, and Dussack, who received the bread baskets, was all flattered.

Winters is looking intently at a heavy folio: "It's okay."

Anna lets out a threatening nasal sound.

The people around the table stopped their movements instantly, and even the air in the restaurant became a little cold.

"I don't know how to describe..." Winters lifts the head, laughing, "They rejected me anyway."

Winters has no business today negotiated.

no Steelcastle workshop owner could accept Winters' insulting offer, but no one rejected it on the spot, and everyone said that more time was needed to consider.

"Then say it carefully." Anna took a long tone slightly.

Winters looked around the table, and faced with the curious or confused expressions of his subordinates, he suddenly realized that this might be a good opportunity.

All the subordinates that Winters brings with him are the "reserve officers" who have high expectations and are expected to shoulder more responsibilities in the future, and they are also the people he trusts the most. It is not a bad thing for the reserve officers to hear more, see more, and understand more.

"Then I'll talk about it." Winters put the folio aside, raised the soup bowl, and glanced at the subordinates at the table: "Listen to you too."

So Winters described in simple terms the plight of Steel Castle, the competition between the provinces and Veneta for Steel Castle, as well as "opportunities in crisis" and "difficulties in taking advantage of opportunities".

He admitted that he had spoken very carefully, but several reserve officers still listened ignorantly.

Koch—the black liquid town farmer who has followed Winters since the first army was founded—asked hesitantly: "You mean they don't have anywhere to sell their stuff, and you don't want to buy them. Promise?"

"Almost so."

"Why?" Koch was even more puzzled: "What are they thinking?"

Winters can probably guess a thing or two about what the workshop owners are thinking: Paul Wupper has sent a special person to the House of Commons at Clarion to defend the embargo law. The workshop owners may still have a glimmer of hope, waiting for the news of the defense.

Winters said his conjecture, paused for a moment, and pondered: "I think... the game about the embargo law, Steel Castle has a very small chance of winning."

"Why? ?" Kaman interjected and asked, "I think the Steelcastle people are very confident."

"The Steelcastle people think they are right." There are guns.

......

Berrian and Charles not only purchased a large number of balances, crucibles, glassware and other testing instruments, but also, according to Winters' special order, All kinds of books were bought in sets.

After dinner, Winters was still flipping through the heavy book on the dining table.

Kaman passed Winters and asked curiously. : "A folio? what book is this? ”

folio, which means that the entire sheet of paper is cut only once for printing. Therefore, each page of a folio is twice the size of a common quarto. Only very important and precious books It will only be published in folio format.

“The scriptures. ' Winters replied without looking up.

"Huh? Kaman had a strange look on his face, walked to Winters, his tone was quite brisk: "The purpose is not simple, even if you can memorize the scriptures, it is meaningless." ”

However, when Karman did see what book Winters was holding, his expression became subtle.

Winters was flipping through Imperial. Calendar 532 edition of the Common Language Scriptures - one of the famous apocryphs recognized by the Holy See.

At the dinner table, Winters is still clicking one's tongue in wonder: "Wow, how can it be printed so clearly? "

He flipped the page and pointed to Kaman: "Such small letters can be clearly distinguished, and I can't write such small letters by hand." Compared with this book, Gervodin's printing workshop is a shame. "

"Isn't it clear?" Monta is the den of rebellion! Back then, when we swore to rebel against religion, all the propaganda booklets in the north and south were all printed by the Monta people! "Kaman asked angrily: "Why are you looking at this?" ”

“Originally I wanted to be a literacy textbook. My subordinates... you saw that too. Winters' tone was rather helpless: "You say, how can I trust them to lead the troops in the future?" And many of them are very resistant to learning. If you don't believe me, ask Charles, and ask him how many vines he has broken. "

"And then what? ”

“Then I thought, using the scriptures as teaching materials, their motivation to read and write should be stronger. "

"So you're going to teach the Catholics with the Apocrypha?" " Kaman said bitterly : " I suddenly feel that the existence of the stake is very necessary , such as now . "

"I have another idea now. ' cried Winters: 'Berion! "

Berryon, who was cleaning the tableware, heard the sound and walked into the room: "You called me?" Your Mightiness. "

Winters tapped the book: "Is this from the Steel Castle?" "

"Yes. "

"Find a printing workshop and buy all their fonts." "

"I'll be there early tomorrow morning." "Berrian answered without hesitation.

Winters pondered for a moment: "I'm afraid it's not enough just to have fonts..."

"I'll find a way to hire a few printers..."

“As long as you are willing to go back to the new land with us, you will be paid as much as you want. Make it clear that you are free to leave as long as you work for three years. "

"You buy books, fonts, blacksmiths, and printers..." Kaman laughed angrily: "You just buy back all the steel castles!" "

"If there was so much gold, I would definitely buy it." "I'm like a terrified farmer now," Winters said mockingly, "I want to move home when I see anything good." ”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The guard standing outside the door entered the room, handed Winters two letters, and whispered a few words.

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Winters scanned the contents of the letter at a glance, frowning slightly.

"What? "Kaman asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing. Winters frowned and waved the letter in his hand: "The honorable Mayor Paul Wupper invited me to sit in on tomorrow's Blacksmiths Guild election debate. "

"What about the other letter?" "

Winters laughed and picked up another letter: "This one? This is an invitation letter from Mr. Paul Wupper's only rival, MP [John Servette], the number one evil lackey in the province. "

"Huh? "

"I was also invited by Senator Servetus to sit in on tomorrow's open debate." "

"Then...you want to..."

"Prepare the horse. Winters grabbed his clothes and jumped from his chair. "I'm going to Mr. Ed's house—hope he hasn't rested yet." ”

After saying that, Winters strode out of the restaurant.

Everyone has long been used to Winters swift and decisive, the style of doing what they say.

Ana's voice sounded from the stairs: "Put on this robe! Remember to apologize to Mr. Ed..."

For some reason, Kaman felt that he should go too - Steel Castle was not safe, and he was always a little worried about letting Winters go out alone.

The apocryphal book was still lying on the dining table, and Kaman buckled the book hard as he walked over from Winters' seat.

Out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his eye was inadvertent. Swipe to a line of text:
[I will answer your request and give you wisdom and wisdom]
[The last sentence is not intended to boast of Winters' wisdom, but to express "the matter of sharing wisdom with others" It is wise and good deeds". So the verses quoted here feel a bit inappropriate, but for the time being didn't expect more appropriate...]
[Berrion and Charles actually went out to big purchases, originally written The two people's shopping experience, but I always feel that it's too much to describe, so I'll take it in one stroke... If I write the fourth volume in a diverging manner, it will take 100 chapters... numb... But it's really cool for them to buy, buy, buy]
[Yes I'll have the opportunity to talk about "touching instruments and techniques", which cannot be written here...]
[The word touchstone actually comes from the matter of "touching gold". At that time, there were both soot blowing and pickling.法等实验手段，也有alchemist 的封建迷信（试金石）]
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