Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Junkrat Green stood at the entrance of the tavern, and the setting sun shot in from behind him, casting an orange halo over his silhouette. He said nothing, it was quiet like a sculpture.

　　 Zhao Mai stood up, pulled the chair beside him, stretched out his hand to ask Green to sit down. "I've been thinking about where you have been, now I know you are fine."

　　 "A bunch of idiots grabbed me together, and it took me a long time to get back." Green grinned, and red blood stains could be found between his teeth. "Those stupid thieves have found the wrong target, so they are willing to return these things."

　　 Zhao Mai took the salt bag, didn't even look at it, and threw it on the table. He reached out to touch Green's drooping right shoulder, wanting to know how the injury was. From Green's grinning expression, the injury is not optimistic.

　　 "You have a dislocation, I can heal you." A friend who is a friend is his friend, and the dwarf Sock stepped forward and grabbed Green's arm as a flick. It seemed to be a fool, but after a few "gappa" and "ouch, hey", Greene was able to lift his shoulders and move normally.

　　 "Thank you, Mr. Dwarf, your craftsmanship is really good."

　　 Sok chuckled, his beard curled up slightly. "It's nothing. I used to whip my pick, often dislocated, and I have been ill for a long time. You should be careful not to use force these days and get more rest."

　　 Zhao Mai also nodded, "Green, thank you, sit down and have a drink together. I don't speak fluently, and I need you to explain it."

　　 "Okay, this is my job, you paid for it."

　　 The dwarf remembered his business and put his musket on the table. The heavy metal pipe made a heavy "bang" sound, so scared that Zhao Mai thought it had gone wrong. On the other hand, Green did not respond, it seems that he does not know what it is.

"You said you know muskets, I don't really believe it. I haven't seen you with a merchant before, so I have to test you." The dwarf Thok is very proud of his invention, even if "Mike" is People he is willing to identify with cannot lower the standard. "Do you know how to use this thing?"

　　Seriously, Zhao Mai has never shot a gun, at least the gun propelled by explosives is really unused, as for the water gun and...that's not counted. But even if his practical ability is zero, his theoretical knowledge is far beyond the world.

　　 raised the gun, the skillful posture made the dwarves a little envious. He weighed the weight with his hands, and then looked straight in front of him. Without sight, he could only hit blindly. This gun uses rear loading, just like a real double-barreled shotgun, the barrel can be folded down by opening a mechanism.

　　 "What do you put in, can you show me?"

　　 The dwarf took out a small bag from behind, opened it and placed it in front of Zhao Mai. Green also looked curiously, but there was no clue from the **** and small paper bags.

　　 Twisting the paper bags with his hands, Zhao Mai found that they were all a little damp, and he looked at them as expected. "It's all wet, how could you shoot the iron ball out?"

　　 "This thing is afraid of water?" Sock looked surprised.

　　 When I asked, I learned that the dwarf Thok has always lived underground. He has never seen rain before, and his work place is far away from the water source. After he obtained this explosive potion, he only improved and processed it according to the intuition of the craftsman, and had never done an environmental test. When Sock was traveling on the ground, he was excited to see the rain, so he got the gunpowder wet. If this can still be ignited by the fire rope, then it is a great success in the world.

"There are still many things that can be improved with this gun, in terms of launching mechanism, loading, ammunition, sealing, etc. This is not an overnight task. I think it can be done as a lifelong job. Even if it is a dwarf In terms of longevity, it takes one or two generations to perfect this weapon."

　　Sock most hopes to hear this sentence-this is a great lifelong career. He considers himself a genius craftsman, but making swords and hammers does not give him much sense of accomplishment, because these are not invented by him. Only this musketeer, if it is very promising, then it is very likely that you will become a master if you continue to study it.

"I am not a craftsman, I can only speak from the user's point of view." Zhao Mai said to the dwarf: "This gun, your current control is to open the mechanism, load the projectile, stuff the gunpowder, press the match rope, and then lift it up. Aim again, isn’t this set of actions too cumbersome? Wouldn’t it be convenient if you could use moisture-proof, flammable, and low-residue paper to match the projectiles and gunpowder?"

　　 "In that way, the gunpowder and projectiles are mixed together? The direction is difficult to guarantee."

　　 "You can wrap them in a paper tube, separated by a layer of paper. Use paint to mark the head and tail to prevent the installation from being reversed, so that will solve it all?"

　　 The dwarf suddenly realized, his mouth opened into a standard duck egg shape. After a few seconds, he supported his chin with his hand so that he could close his mouth.

　　 Even if he drank a barrel of wine, it wouldn’t make Sock feel drunk and dizzy. He felt that the inspiration in his heart was as violent as a volcanic eruption, and his hands, arms, and body muscles were trembling, and he wanted to start working as soon as possible. "You are so right."

"I can only make some suggestions for improvement. I don't know whether it can be done or not." Zhao Mai said frankly: "For another example, you can add a targeting mechanism, two fixed protrusions. Aim with your eyes and know the direction of the muzzle. Neither crossbows nor bows can do this. Maybe this is the direction of future development."

　　 The dwarf opened his mouth wide again, and his admiration for Zhao Mai was beyond him. If he can come up with better ideas, I will treat him as a mentor for a lifetime, as the dwarf Thok already has such an idea in his mind.

"In fact, I just had another idea. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhao Mai pointed to the fire rope and said: "Why don't you fix the iron piece and hit it with flint. Just a simple stretch back The bullet device can solve the problem of sparking. Of course, if you can use magic to heat the iron sheet, you can go to it when you need to ignite, and you will not even need a matchstick."

　　 "Please allow me to call you a teacher." Suoke jumped off the chair, rushed around the table, and hugged Zhao Mai's waist. Zhao Mai knew what it felt like to be held down by the mudslide this time. The three organs of the heart, lungs and stomach are pouring into the throat, and the intestines are about to be squeezed out. What is hateful is that the reserve of food wagging his tail happily, sticking out his tongue and looking excited and happy, did not come to rescue.

　　 Finally, Green said something, and the dwarf let go of Zhao Mai. "Teacher, the inspiration you gave me is so great, I want to practice these ideas now!"

Zhao Mai succumbed, and at the same time he considered the language, and then said to the dwarf: "I also come up with ideas. I have very poor hands-on skills. I can at most help you with ideas when you design. If there is a blacksmith shop, you I think how long it will take you to rebuild a gun."

　　 "Uh... if the materials are all available, I mean the stove, anvil, mold, and a few helpers... two or three days."

"What are you waiting for?"

　　 This is an incomparable enthusiasm. This is the first time that Thok the Dwarf has felt it in others. He no longer knows what to use to repay this sense of identity. "I am very happy, very happy, but I only have more than twenty gold coins left."

　　 "Give it to me, I will solve this problem." Zhao Mai said: "You can rest assured!"

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