Tales of the Reincarnated Lord

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Chapter 200 The Failed Experiment

The pile of black powder gave the shape of a small hill. An oil-soaked matchstick wrapped around the hill. The other end of the matchstick stretched like a long snake on the ground for several meters. Lorist was standing there, holding a torch in his hand. , Looking at the black powder hill, thinking about something...

This was the last test. Lorist thrust the torch into the ground and lit the fire rope. A fire snake spread along the direction of the fire rope, and soon surrounded the black powder hill...

With a sound of "chih", the light flashed, and the black powder hill was gone.

Still the result, Lorist sighed deeply. If it were on the earth, this small pile of black powder would definitely explode. It would be very dangerous to stand so close just now. But Lorester couldn't figure out why the powder formula of monosulfur, dinitrogen and carbonaceous, which is the best ratio on the earth, was ineffective in Galinthia?

Nitrogen was collected in the corner by Lorist. After purification, sulfur is a kind of medicinal material in Galinthia. Pharmacists refine the medicine for adventurers who repel snakes and insects. They are available in general volcanic areas and are inexpensive. Carbon is easier to obtain. According to the memory of his previous life, Lorist prepared a big bucket, but from the small handful of black powder on the table to the end, he simply put all the black powder into one pile, and the results were all the same. There was a sound of fire, For a flash, nothing...

There was no explosion, no loud noise, and even the expanding airflow was not sensed.

Shouldn't this? Lorester scratched his head in confusion. When he was studying in Morient City, Lorester had heard that the main weapon used by the guards of the Dwarf Kingdom was muskets. Although it is said that these muskets are only as powerful as a crossbow. It's also a hot weapon anyway, so Lorester always thought that as long as he mastered black powder. Then it can change the war pattern of Galinthia cold weapons and make the Norton family invincible from then on.

Unexpectedly, when Lorist deployed black powder. I realized that things were not as simple as I thought, and the best gunpowder formula in the memory of previous lives was of no use. This left Lorist in a deep confusion. Is the musket of the Dwarf Kingdom a hot weapon? What do they rely on to shoot?

This is not the first failure of Lorist. In the past two months, from making glass, making porcelain, making white paper and even making cement, Lorist has experienced a series of failures, which makes Lorist feel vaguely . In Galinthia, it seems that in some respects, the chemical reaction of the earth in his previous life is not exactly the same.

It should be the easiest to make glass. As the director of a small handicraft factory in his previous life, Lorist is very proficient in how to make art from glass. He can blow glass to create lifelike artistic images of various animals. The Trimble Kingdom in the Gellington subcontinent is famous for producing green glass and oil glass, so Lorist is very sure to make glass, the raw material is simple, only quartz.

But in the end, Lorist was hit in the head. On the earth, quartz should become gelatinous after burning. It is easy to obtain a piece of flat glass by blowing, splitting and then rolling. This is the easiest way to make glass. But here, Lorester found that the quartz became liquid after sintering. There is no gluey texture, and it is easy to condense into water droplets. Although it is hard but very brittle, there is no way to make glass with a blowpipe.

Lorist, who was puzzled, went to find Fatty Shi. He felt that this should be due to the formula. Fatty Shi was born in the Trimble Kingdom, and perhaps he should know what ingredients are used to produce glass besides quartz. Fatty Shi was very busy. He was put on the burden of placing more than 200,000 newly relocated civilians by Lorister. How could he have the mind to discuss the formula for making glass with Lorister.

See Lorist find himself for this little matter. Fatty Shi was angry, and he was exhausted. Lorist was idle, still thinking about making some glass. Besides, the production of glass has always been an important secret of the Trimble Kingdom. I just came from the Trimble Kingdom, so I know the recipe for glass production. In the Kingdom of Trimble, the only result of those who inquired about glass recipes and production was hanged.

Lorist smiled bitterly. He told Fatty Shi that the green glass of ten copper coins in Morient City was transported to the north by the Kenmes family to sell a large silver coin, which was equivalent to ten times the price, and a gold ford could only Buy twenty pieces of green glass. Speaking of Fatty Qian Shi, he took it seriously. He immediately decided to write a letter to his father who was still a businessman in Trimble, asking him to pay attention to the materials used in the glass production workshop. This is not a recipe. Confidential, no risk. And here, the mystery of glass production can be solved slowly by feeding materials.

The glass thing was left alone, and then Lorist's idea of ​​making porcelain through the pottery workshop was also lost. The small crafts factory in the previous life had imitated many ancient blue and white porcelain and other antiques. Lorist was very concerned about the recipe. What is still fresh in my memory, Galinthia has only pottery but no porcelain. Lorist wants to produce porcelain to make it another major product in the family territory.

Since pottery and bricks can be fired, there should be no problem in firing porcelain, but the things that came out of the kiln seven days later disappointed Lorester. Let’s take a porcelain bowl as an example. It should be smooth and round. What kind of thing is this out of the kiln? The pattern of the barbeque breaks when you touch it. Pottery can't become pottery, and porcelain can't become porcelain. Lorester tried for nearly a month, and finally reluctantly admitted that he had suffered another failure.

The same is true for making white paper. After the Northbound team returned to his family two years ago, Lorist entrusted Father Barrick to set up a papermaking workshop, and wrote down the papermaking craftsmanship and material formulas he remembered in his mind. People do experiments. But in two years, the product produced by the papermaking workshop is just a kind of toilet paper for wiping buttocks. This kind of toilet paper is produced in Moriente. The main raw materials are reeds and rice stalks. You can buy a small stack of copper for one piece.

The papermaking workshop in Lorist tested a lot of formulas and materials, and produced soft toilet paper, which was at most whiter and more delicate than the Moriente toilet paper. The cost was higher and the process was more complicated. There is a gap in the household goods in the family territory, so that people no longer need to use wooden sticks to shave their butts after defecation. But there is no way to produce the kind of solid, smooth and writable white paper that Lorester hopes.

Finally, there is cement. The three magic weapons of the traversers are glass cement black powder. After the glass production failed. Due to the large-scale development of the family territory, the annual supply of 100,000 barrels of gum cane juice produced in the gum cane valley of the Blade's Edge Mountains is in short supply, and one has to buy 100,000 barrels from the Kenmax family. This year it has reached 180,000 barrels, which is a huge burden for the family. So Lorist decided to make cement to reduce the amount of gum vine juice used.

The local method of firing cement is very simple. Limestone and clay are calcined and ground, added with sand and water to solidify into cement concrete. Lorist found a few people to experiment first and burned a batch of cement. The problem was that it couldn't be frozen, and it made big cubes with water. It didn't solidify after three days, and it was broken into pieces with a kick.

It was a clever man. He got a bucket of gum vine juice and mixed the cement with water in proportion. It took only a long time to make three-dimensional statues of shapes and shapes, and these bizarre cement shapes were solidified, as hard as iron stones, and stronger than the green clay. Lorist was dumbfounded. He made cement by himself to replace gum vine juice, but not for green clay.

Now it’s the turn of the black powder to fail. Is the chemical reaction of this different world different from the previous earth? Lorist touched his chin and began to think.

"My lord, what do you want to do?" Sward asked.

"Oh, nothing. What I want to get is an explosive object." Lorist answered.

"Explosion? What is an explosion?" Schward asked puzzled.

Lorist then came back to his senses. Indeed, there is really no exploded phrase in Gaelintya's common language vocabulary, but exploded. There was an explosion, but there was no explosion.

"How do you say? Explosion refers to the rapid expansion of an item from the inside, generating a huge force in an instant, causing devastating damage to the surrounding things..." Lorist thought about defining the explosion.

"There is such a thing?" Sward could not imagine. But he still didn't forget his responsibilities, and reminded: "My lord, we should go to Master Farin's crossbow workshop. Your appointment with him is this afternoon."

"Okay, let's go." Lorist had no choice but to hold back the depression in his heart first, then turned and walked towards the mount.

In a series of failures, the only good news is that the catapult designed by Lorist was successfully trial-produced by Master Fallin. In the afternoon, it was agreed that Lorist went to the crossbow workshop in the Blade's Edge Mountains to watch the catapult throwing performance.

"My lord, according to the design drawings you provided. We carried out a series of experiments and finally determined the size of each part of this catapult. The catapult that was made can throw stones weighing one hundred kilos to six hundred. A few meters away. Congratulations, sir, you have designed a new long-range weapon. This is the first catapult in Galinthia's history." Master Farin's compliment made Lorist a little embarrassed.

However, the catapult in front of me was really ugly. Not only was it huge, but also extremely heavy, which was very different from the design drawing I drew on animal skin paper.

"My lord, there is nothing we can do. If we don't do this, we can't guarantee the firmness of the catapult." Master Farin saw Lorester's doubts and quickly came up to explain: "My lord, the biggest problem with your catapult is this. The torsion arm lever is hard and flexible. It is too thick to cause cracks on the base during projection, and too thin and easy to break. We have made more than two hundred torsion arm levers of various types of wood, and finally found the one currently in use The torsion lever is the most suitable for catapult, but it must be replaced after dozens of throws, otherwise it will break..."

Lorist nodded without speaking, and then watched the catapult throwing performance. The structure of this catapult is still very simple. Using the principle of leverage, a long torsion lever is driven on the upper crosspiece. Under the thick end is a large box full of heavy objects, and the thin end is connected to a leather belt and leather pocket, which is used for throwing stones. A rope pressed the torsion lever on the thin side to the ground. After placing the projectile, cut off the rope. The thicker end will be pressed down by the heavy box, driving the thin end to throw the projectile. ...

Lorist finally let go. The catapult is still very useful. Although it is not accurate and the distance is uncertain, the difference between the first throw and the second throw can be more than 100 meters, but it can throw nearly a hundred catties of stones. Going so far is a victory, and then we should study how to improve.

The task of improving the catapult cannot be entrusted to Master Farin. He is a conscientious executor, but not a creative researcher. Lorist thinks that the most suitable candidate should be Master Sid, although he is a master of armor. But his mind was flexible, not to mention the suit of armor design, he made a simple hydraulic forging machine for him alone. As a result, Master Sid gave birth to so many various hydraulic machines, almost filling all the open space under the waterfall. This is worthy of Lorist's high look. Besides, the catapult should be considered a kind of crude machinery.

Swarder soon invited Master Sid, and sure enough, Master Sid was fascinated by the lever principle of the catapult and began to research it regardless.

Immediately after, Lorist recruited the master Julian, who combined Master Sid and Master Farin to set up a research group for catapult improvement. The idea of ​​recruiting master Julian was to make catapults out of elastic steel. The torsion arm lever, Lorist finally set the standard for catapult research to be as flexible as a steel ballista, with no more than ten operators. The throwing range is 500 meters away, the weight of the thrown object is more than 50 catties, and the appearance should not be too large and heavy, and it will not affect the long-distance march.

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This is Windbury, the capital of the Iberian Kingdom, the Rose Palace.

The reason why it is called the Palace of the Roses is that the second prince expressed his ambition to unify the former Christian Empire. He believed that the best palace should be in the former imperial capital, so he called this palace, which was built with huge sums of money, as a palace. Not the palace.

The second prince has returned, but all the servants and servants in the palace are nervous, because the owner of this huge and beautiful palace has almost changed his appearance. Cranky, decadent, alcoholic. Crazy. I hide in my bedroom every day without leaving the house, keep asking for wine and women, drunk and dreaming all day, no matter what...

The 100,000 army collapsed completely in less than half a day, and the great sword master who relied on force was shot through his life by such a long and thick crossbow, which scared the second prince to death. I never dreamed that the force of the Norton family was so terrible, and I thought that the Shahin family and the Philim family in the palm of their hands actually raised the anti-flag, and got news on the way back to Gildusk. Armed forces are attacking the former grand prince. The chain bridge that forced the second prince to turn around to the Kenmes family territory left the Northland.

I originally hoped to get support from my father-in-law and then borrow two or three corps to fight back to the North, but he did not expect that Grand Duke Feisabrun was completely desperate for him. Do you think that the three corps can kill back to the North? This is not the way to dream. Grand Duke Feisabrun would never let the soldiers of the border regiment he had worked so hard to build with the second prince to die.

The second prince, who was turned away by his father-in-law, rolled back to the capital of Windypur in grief, and news of his defeat has spread throughout the kingdom. With no troops, no lord would take him seriously. The successive encounters left the second prince disheartened, and hid in the rose palace with wine to sorrow...

There was music and laughter from afar. It was the side hall where the queen was in the distance, and a dance party was being held over there.

"This **** bitch!" The second prince screamed fiercely with his bright red eyes. No one cares about him. That **** **** also held a dance party to attract all-night raves. If it weren't for the black face of Grand Duke Feishabrunn, his father-in-law, the second prince really wanted to take the sword and go over and kill the *husband*.

"Go!" The second prince kicked a naked body next to the table, which was all blue and purple. This was a servant woman who gave him wine, but was caught by the second prince to vent it, making it to death.

The servant woman crawled out naked, with the joy that she had finally saved her life. The second prince once again picked up the wine and poured it out, he just wanted to die of drunkenness, forgetting everything.

"Your Majesty, you can no longer be so decadent and depressed." An old voice sounded in the dim hall.

"Then what can I do? All my belongings are lost in the city of Gildusk, the money robbed from the Principality of Madras is gone, and the Kingdom's First Army that has been painstakingly formed for three years is gone! No money! Am I still a king without soldiers? No one is looking at me, I'm done, there is nothing..." the second prince murmured.

A tall figure appeared in front of the second prince. This was the swordsman teacher of the second prince since he was a child, and he was also the only great swordsman Caninean beside him.

"Your Majesty, you are also a king no matter how you say it. If you don’t cheer yourself up, the kingdom will have no future. No one can recruit again, and no money to find a way to earn. Don’t you have two iron mines? You can consider making peace Last time the chambers of commerce of the business alliance cooperated and contracted iron ore to them, then they will have money, and if they have money, they can re-arms again..."

"No, no, half of the iron ore output has to be provided to my father-in-law and their army for military replenishment..." The second prince shook his head, trying to clear himself up: "Yes, teacher, you are right, then Since the old guy doesn’t care about my life or death~www.readwn.com~, why should I provide him with weapons and equipment for nothing! I will go to the chamber of commerce tomorrow and cooperate with them, as long as you give me money to retool my equipment , I don’t mind working with the devil!"

"By the way, teacher, can I trouble you to go to the Northland? I want the head of the Norton Patriarch. If I don't kill him, I have trouble sleeping and eating. If it weren't for him, how could I be driven out of the Northland? No more..." Madness and anger flashed in the eyes of the second prince.

"Your Majesty, assassination is not the way of the king. There has never been a king who wanted to assassinate a lord. You just spread your reputation..."

"I don't care!" The second prince yelled frantically, "I must kill him. Teacher, bring his head back to me. I will make him a wine glass! Teacher, you can satisfy me as long as you take a trip. Wish, even if you don’t think about me, think about your brother, my uncle Luins, he died so miserably, don’t you want to take revenge? You just forgot how your master told you to take care of this before his death Junior brother’s?"

The tall figure was silent. After a long time, Caninean spoke: "Your Majesty, I am willing to go to the Northland and bring you the head of the Norton Patriarch. But I hope you will not raise this issue again in the future. Meets the requirements of king status..."

……(To be continued.)