Our family is in decline

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

"I think this one is more vicious."

"That one is obviously bigger."

"What's the use? He's obviously injured..."

At first, those people didn't care much, but Lance's words aroused their emotions and started to discuss the one they supported.

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

The fight between rats and mice becomes more and more crazy from the beginning, which makes the audience even more excited.

Soon one of them showed signs of weakness, turned around and tried 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; if they guess wrong, it will be negative.

And after killing his opponent, he started to eat directly. As he gnawed, his teeth intertwined with the flesh and made a slight sound. Sure enough, the same kind of food was also food for rats.

Then Lance did the experiment again, but changed the pit and fed Rattus a little food before putting Rattus in it.

But this time the two rats did not duel, so the obvious answer can be seen from the two experiments.

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

Lance thought for a moment and then motioned towards those people.

"It's not difficult to deal with them in this way. We just need to open a Colosseum. Bet on who wins, bet on time, and bet on winning streak. Anyway, it's the same as the arena, but the gladiators have become big rats. .

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

Rather than destroying the Rats directly, Lance wanted to use them to create hype to fill the situation where adventurers had no motivation after the ruins' dream of getting rich was shattered.

The ancestor's legacy not only gave him a reason to go to war to regain his territory, but also left him a rat-rat activity to fill the ruins.

That's very kind of you.

"Before doing this, let's study the habits of this rat clearly, conduct a few experiments to see how everyone reacts, and use the name of Hamlet's unique species to publicize it, just call it..." Lance thought for a moment and then casually said A name, "Let's call him Junkrat."

Lance finalized the beginning of a project, and it was up to them to perfect it later.

Those people don't have much pressure on this. After all, this thing is everywhere and it is not a rare species.

Lance also drew a design for a mouse trap so that the caught mice would not be injured and affect the duel.

Cockfighting, dogfighting, and I didn’t expect to be able to fight mice. This world is really interesting...

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

Amanda is an easy person to talk about. She doesn't stay here for some evil cult or to destroy or save the world.

She just wanted to hold her thigh, so whether the ancestor died or not did not affect whether she would stay or not.

But the occultist is different. He originally came to Hamlet to solve the evil statue that leaked out.

Combined with his original experience, it was somewhat of an atonement, so he chose to stay after knowing Hamlet's situation.

But now that the evil cult has been wiped out and the evil god has been killed, does he seem to have lost his reason to stay?

Lance chose to communicate with him after taking some time.

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

Alhazred was not surprised by what the lord said. After all, after seeing what was going on in the dungeon, he understood that the world of ordinary people could not resist the existence of the lord, and the so-called war was just a formality.

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

"Although our original agreement has been completed, I hope you can stay. When the matter at hand is over, we will study your situation and how to help you remove those negative effects. Then you can consider leaving. It’s not too late.”

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

Scholars are pretty good. Although they are somewhat unreliable, at least they didn't go crazy in the dungeon.

"I'm not asking you to quit the Fate Society and join Hamlet. You should know that these don't mean much to me.

What I'm worried about is what to do if you have an accident. Otherwise, we just solved an evil god, so we can't attract another evil god, right?

At least I can help a little bit here. It's better to think of a solution together than to do it alone. No matter what, we are all friends. "

Lance added, directly explaining his true purpose.

To put it bluntly, Alhazred is also a bomb now. He is being spied on by some kind of existence and wants to use this as a springboard to invade reality.

Now that Hamlet is under good control, let him go. What if it collapses and directly leads to an invasion from outside the realm?

Alhazred naturally understands this. He has become much more stable after getting help from the lord here.

If possible, who would be willing to carry such a heavy burden? He didn't even dare to let him die, for fear that his body would be corrupted and turned into a beacon.

"I have no opinion."

Alhazred agreed and made the right choice. He believed that he could be redeemed in Hamlet.

Lance briefly discussed with the scholar. He didn't know much about this aspect. He hoped that the scholar could write some information about mysticism during this period to help him study this aspect, and also to solve the problem.

Once this was said, Lance basically set his sights on the mystical knowledge accumulated by others. Even demigods have to learn. Lance is quite interested in these.

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

Bigby the Cursebinder!

When Lance came to the door, he found that he really didn't go out when he was asked not to run around. He was a dead otaku.

"How is it? Have you been doing well recently?"

Bigby didn't do research like Paracelsus to the point of madness. On the contrary, he kept everything clean and tidy. Books and reports were neatly classified and placed, and there were many things he wrote.

From this, it can be seen that the blood moon that caused chaos outside for a few days and caused various troubles did not affect him much.

Lance couldn't help but be a little 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 one in his body who was busy resisting the blood moon made him feel much more relaxed.

After hearing him say this, Lance felt that it was very abstract, and the alien demon body protection was okay.

But it was very reasonable. After all, I live in this house, why do you want to come in?

Although the owner is Bigby, the unlucky guy, the tenant still helped him fight off the old ancestor who wanted to come in and buy for free.

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

"The alchemy room prepared for you has been completed. Let's go, I'll take you to see it."

Time can't be wasted. Since Lance plans to let Bigby be a scientific research worker, considering his unstable situation, he will take him to a research institute far away from the city first, and then give him a remote laboratory to do it slowly.

Bigby was cured of his injuries by Lance, and he changed into a new set of clothes. He looked handsome no matter how he looked at him, but the shackles and chains wrapped around his arms were a bit weird.

But just treat it as his iron wire fist. The power contained in the shackles and locks can help him suppress the restlessness in his body. He will find a way to unlock them later. Now he just needs to wear a white coat to cover it up a little.

Anyway, he is a socially anxious otaku and will not go to other places.

"This world is not only about extraordinary power, but also about many things worth studying and discovering."

The purpose of Lance bringing him to the institute was to change his mind. Although Hamlet was in ruins, it still had some background.

In fact, it was to show his strength and tell him that he was willing to spend money and that he could guarantee the experimental requirements if he stayed.

Listening to Lance's introduction along the way, Bigby realized how important this remote institute was.

Whether it was investment or treatment, his alchemy research at that time was just a small fight in comparison.

After a round, we came to the technical reserve room, which is actually where the blueprints and some experimental models are placed.

You can see many strange types of guns 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 six-barreled short guns... There are so many things that make people dizzy.

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

The double-barreled and triple-barreled guns are both early attempts. They directly stack and fix the barrels, with two triggers on the left and right, and there are long guns and short guns.

"These have been eliminated for a long time and are not practical. The future of muskets is here."

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

"This is more interesting. Our researchers use mechanical structures to realize the linkage between the trigger and the ratchet..."

Bigby didn't understand these, but he could guess that the firepower would be stronger than those equipped by Hamlet now.

"Why don't we use these guns?"

"It's simple. They are too complicated, which leads to high cost. Moreover, they are troublesome to load, poor shooting accuracy and easy to make mistakes. These are all problems with materials and assembly processes."

Lance paused for a moment and said the core problem.

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

"Percussion caps?" Bigby has heard too many novel things along the way, but he has never heard of this one.

"Percussion caps are the ignition method that makes flintlocks obsolete. The core of this is that a material that is very sensitive to needle piercing or impact is needed as the ignition material..."

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

And among them, things like shells can be made by other methods, but percussion caps are the most difficult.

So it's not that Lance doesn't want to use these better guns, but it's not that simple to make modern firearms.

No matter how difficult the mechanical structure is, as long as there is an idea, the rest is just trial and error.

Just like before, a very simple revolver structure was made, 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 games to mark chemical engineering and technology?

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

So it looks like it's just a small flash cap, but it directly limits Hamlet's advanced musket technology.

The industrial system is like a big tree. What you see is just a mature fruit, but behind it, the trunk needs to transport nutrients, and the leaves need photosynthesis to generate nutrients, and all kinds of complex conditions.

"I seem to know what the thing you are talking about is..."

Bigby suddenly said something, and Lance, who was still bragging about the difficulty, didn't even react. He was stunned for a second or two before suddenly stopping and looking at him suddenly to ask.

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

"I think I've seen the kind of detonating powder you mentioned. It's the kind of material that is very sensitive and can produce explosions and fire."

Bigby organized his words with a bit of uncertainty.

"I have researched the family information left by my father before, but this formula is used to make poison. I made it once, and it caused an explosion, so I was quite impressed. I don't know if it is the kind you need. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, whatever materials you need, I will find them for you now."

Lance always acted responsibly and took Bigby to a laboratory prepared for him, where the alchemy equipment that had been seized from the old house was displayed.

Bigby's whole state changed when he entered the laboratory. He stood up straight even though he was slightly hunched over, and began to count the materials placed around him.

I have to thank my ancestor for preparing those strange materials, otherwise Lance wouldn't have collected them at all.

The moment Bigby got started, Lance knew that alchemy was really different from chemical experiments, because he had captured extraordinary power to process the materials, and extraordinary rituals were also used in the preparation.

He was the only one left in Bigby's family, so naturally he wouldn't be as secretive as Amanda, or maybe he didn't even pay much attention to Lance and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the experiment.

Although Lance was anxious, he did not urge or ask about the process, but waited silently. It seemed that it was not difficult to respect a technician.

Now we are waiting for the experimental results...