Sword of Dawn

After throwing the task of "burning stones" to Rebecca, Gawain went to the farmland to check the progress of reclamation, and confirmed that the waterwheel had started to be made. Throw the furnace to the old blacksmith Hammer.

The old blacksmith expressed his unconcealed astonishment at the blueprint that Gao Wen took out.

He was really surprised.

Hammer knew that the lord was paying attention to the issue of the new furnace, and he still remembered that Gawain had collected some opinions and suggestions from him on the manufacture of the new furnace a few days ago, but in his concept, a noble lord can do things well This step is already top-notch, and next he will at most find a few craftsmen to come over to help him build a new stove, and occasionally come over to check the progress or something—he never expected that Gao Wen would directly bring From the drawings.

When the lord said that the blueprint for the furnace had been drawn, Hammer's first reaction was neither surprise nor great emotion, but nervousness and headache.

Still the same sentence, a duke, a big noble, a person who should sit in a castle and eat with a golden rice bowl, really knows how to forge iron and how to build a stove?Can the blueprints he made by himself really work?

What can I do if I can't use it?Who dares to comment?But if you force it... Whose fault is it if something goes wrong?

The old blacksmith took the blueprint that Gao Wen handed over with a sad face, and secretly made up his mind: If this stove is really too whimsical, then he must not tell it. At worst, he nodded and agreed first, and then tried to build a stove that was close in appearance but A completely different stove came out. If the lord really finds it tricky and asks, he will say that the illiterate apprentices and slave laborers are too stupid to build a new stove...

He continued this idea until he saw the design drawing with exquisite structure and reasonable layout.

Gawain saw Hammer's reaction completely in his eyes, and smiled.

He is not a blacksmith. To be honest, even in his previous life, he has no experience related to steel smelting or forging, but which keyboard expert who has come from the era of information explosion can't pull out a bunch of theoretical knowledge?

Of course, a strong keyboard player with only theoretical knowledge is actually useless, but it doesn't matter, he still has the memory of Gawain Cecil.

Gawain Cecil was not a blacksmith, but the first Duke of the East was a blacksmith, and when the Duke of the East invited everyone to drink, his important bragging material was the knowledge of steel smelting.Coupled with the close personal relationship, Gawain Cecil was dragged by the first Duke of the East to practice next to the furnace many times, so he naturally knew the structure of a qualified furnace.

Combining the two layers of knowledge, together with the suggestions given by Rebecca and Hetty and the small loss on the hairline, it is still possible to draw a blueprint.

But self-confidence is self-confidence, and Gao Wen has not yet reached the level of blind arrogance. He is well aware of the disadvantages of laymen leading experts, and he knows that his identity can easily make real experts in the territory dare not speak up when facing him. Therefore, I took the initiative to say: "I remade this drawing according to some furnaces in the Gondor period. It may not be suitable for the actual situation. It is just to give you an idea. How to make this furnace work is up to you." ——You can modify it at will, as long as it meets my requirements."

"No, no, this design is already very reasonable," Hammer said hurriedly, "There is no lack of any structure that the furnace should have, and they can all be connected well, and this idea of ​​​​continuous smelting...as long as there is a continuous flow Put the ore in the ground, and clean out the slag, will it continue to burn?"

"That's right, it's continuous," Gawain nodded. "But in this way, the usual way of working around a furnace with a blacksmith and a few apprentices may not be suitable, right?"

Hammer obviously didn't think of this before. He was still immersed in the wonderful idea of ​​the new furnace. When Gao Wen reminded him, he suddenly realized what such a furnace with high efficiency and no need to turn off the flame meant.

As if it was some kind of professional intuition, he realized that there was a deep gully between the tinkling blacksmith shop in the past and the furnace in front of him.

Thinking of the large yard with a length and width of [-] meters, where dozens of sets of furnaces could be placed, he stared at Gawain with wide eyes: "Master..."

"Steel, steel is the basis of everything - of course, all kinds of other strange metals must be counted here," Gawain said while taking out another thing from his pocket and handing it to Hammer, "I I have inquired, you are literate, so you should be able to understand these things."

Blacksmiths are the upper class among commoners. Although they are still commoners, they hold hammers, and those family warriors and even apprentice knights who hold long swords and whips have roughly similar status. Everyone is responsible for smelting steel and forging weapons for the Cecil family, and their status is even more unusual, so Hammer can read and write-his father is very enlightened in this regard.

After receiving the paper from Gao Wen, Hammer just scanned it roughly before his eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this... is this still a blacksmith's shop?"

"No, this is the Cecil Iron Works." Gawain looked into the eyes of the old blacksmith, "I want a large amount of steel, which will even exceed the sum of all the steel you have seen in your life, the new furnace and the magic net one They are just the foundation of the foundation, and these things need a supporting and new production structure to support them.”

This is a transformation from a workshop to a factory. Even Gao Wen himself doesn't know what effect this rigid, top-down reorganization will have, but he really can't wait any longer.

He can't wait for this society to slowly develop into the budding of capital and the industrial revolution—even if he is willing to wait, that thing in the sky may not be willing to wait.

When you are immersed in farming and the branch base has not yet opened, a wave of aliens and a wave of magic are brushed on your face at the same time. Is this still playable? !

The progress of Magic Net No. [-] allowed him to see the opportunity for the great development of productivity—in other words, the productivity has already reached the point where it can be greatly developed, but in this world where magic power exists, it is stuck in place. Magic Net One is the hope of liberating this imprisonment.

Failure is magic, success is magic.

Hammer fell into deep thought, but found that he couldn't think of anything—this had already gone beyond his world view. After working hard all his life, he couldn't find his place in the steel for the first time: "Master , if you really follow your plan, so many steel furnaces... how many blacksmiths are needed to use them? I am the only blacksmith in the territory now..."

"Smelting ore and steel processing will be separated sooner or later and become two parts. I have follow-up arrangements for these." Gawain glanced at Hammer, "After seeing the design of the new furnace, you should know that I It's not a whim."

Such a dangerous idea really came to Hammer's mind just now, but Gawain reminded him with a word, reminding him of the bold and reasonable furnace design.

After a few seconds of silence, Gawain spoke deliberately and unhurriedly: "Do you think I'm a stupid nobleman full of naive ideas and all kinds of whimsical ideas, but who doesn't understand reality at all?"

Hamilton suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "No, no, how could you be..."

"It's normal for you to have such an idea, because I think more than 90.00% of other nobles in this era have the same evaluation," Gao Wen laughed, "living in a castle, high above, luxurious and innocent, don't understand how grain is Those who grew up don’t know how to forge iron, build houses, or log, but they still like to give orders that are impossible to achieve, right?”

Hammer stared at Gao Wen dumbfounded, and held back for a long time, but he didn't say the word "confidant".

How could this duke 700 years ago be so incisive when he commented on the nobility?

"You must be wondering why I evaluate them so brilliantly, it's very simple - I am Gawain Cecil, and I led people to open up wasteland here when this land was still barren 700 years ago," Gao said. Wen looked into Hammer's eyes, "We didn't live in the castle at that time. When it comes to work, I'm afraid many craftsmen in this territory are not my opponents."

Hammer's face changed slightly, and he nodded slowly.

Gawain put his hand on the old blacksmith's shoulder: "So do as I said, the first step is to complete the construction of the new furnace."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Betty trotting over.

"Master!" The little maid still took a few breaths, and then bent over clumsily and exaggeratedly, "Miss Amber is back! She also brought one... one..."

Betty thought hard, and said loudly: "A dirty old man!"

Chapter 0068 Druid?

When Amber came back after leaving for a few days, she found that the scale of the camp was larger than before, and there were many more wooden houses between the tents, and some drying yards, sheds, and warehouses were distributed in the camp. In various areas, a new sawmill has been built beside the Baishui River, next to the crude temporary docks, and the compacted road connects the camp and various facilities around the camp—it seems that there is already a long-term residence here. The prototype began to change from the camp to the territory.

The labor system created by that guy still works.

The stupid little maid had already run to inform her master, Amber was idly staring blankly in Gawain's big tent, and beside her stood a man wearing a dirty gray cloth robe An old man with a floppy hat and a messy beard.

This old man who looks like he was dug out of a slum is a professional that Amber found. At this time, he was standing in the middle of the big tent, carefully keeping a distance from everything around him, but his eyes were rolling around. , like a profiteer who is a guest in the lord's castle, while Miss Amber looked up at the tent that had been erected here for more than half a month, and muttered: "Both masons and carpenters have begun to live in wooden houses. I also set up a tent, I really don't know what's going on in my mind..."

"Hey, hey," the little old man next to him said suddenly at this time, "Is what you said true? Is that really the Gawain Cecil 700 years ago? The one that was rumored in the south recently?"

"Of course it's true," Amber rolled her eyes at the little old man, "I dug it out with my own hands, can there be a fake? Let me tell you, don't look at the Cecil family being so poor now, their ancestors are amazing , the whole person is a mobile treasure house..."

The little old man stroked his messy beard: "It's fine as long as it's true, little girl, let me tell you, my skills in the field of antique appraisal are..."

Amber was stunned when she heard half of it: "Hey? Wait! Aren't you a druid?!"

The little old man froze when he was twirling his beard, and stared at Amber dumbfounded: "I..."

As soon as he uttered the word "I", the heavy curtain of the tent was thrown open, and bright light poured in, and was immediately blocked by Gawain's sturdy body of nearly two meters—— The little old man and Amber were startled at the same time.

And Gao Wen noticed the extra stranger when he walked into the tent: he was wearing a dirty robe, which was a strange dress between a short robe and a long robe, and almost all the edges were frayed He wore a soft gray hat with several holes in it; his beard and hair were messy and hadn't been washed in God knows how long; he was old and dry, but his eyes were bright...

That's right, it's the real hermit's painting style.jpg.

Gao Wen silently made a judgment in his heart. The image of the little old man in front of him almost perfectly matched his imagination of a druid who escaped from the world, kept company with the jungle, and mastered countless ancient knowledge-although if it were in other places Seeing the other party on the occasion might treat him as a beggar in a slum, but Amber said that she was going out to find a druid, so this is the druid style in front of her eyes.

Shame of a certain elf actually found a druid back (at least he looks alike), it seems that I was a little bit wrong about Amber before.

After expressing a little apology to Amber in his heart, Gawain strode towards the little old man in front of him: "Welcome, in the name of the Cecil family, this land has been waiting for a true scholar for a long time. I am Gawain Cecil, you should have heard my name."

The little old man also woke up from his short stupor, and immediately he had a particularly bright smile on his face (the smile was so bright that he didn't look like a hermit): "Ah, your name is known to everyone in the whole continent. , I am very glad to serve you and your territory—I don’t know that the antiques that need to be identified are all here..."

Gawain also said at the same time: "The arrival of the druid will definitely bring a new life to this land..."

"Antique?" "Druid?"

The two spoke in unison, their faces dumbfounded.

"Excuse me, did I hear wrong?" Gao Wen said in astonishment, "You said just now to appraise antiques? I asked Amber to find a druid..."

"Druid? Not an antique appraiser?!" The little old man was also taken aback, "I thought I was here to appraise antiques!"

The corner of Gawain's mouth twitched suddenly, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to the half-elf lady who was trying to retract her head into her abdomen: "What did this half-elf 'lady' tell you?"

The little old man said casually: "She said she dug up a 700-year-old antique, and I rushed over without asking for details..."

Gao Wen stretched out his hand and grabbed Amber's pointed ear, the latter let out an exclamation, Ji Liu slipped out from under Gao Wen's hand, and then disappeared into the ubiquitous shadows.

But someone reacted faster than her: Before the thief could fully enter the Shadow Realm, Gawain stepped in the way of Amber's escape, and activated the knight's protective aura, spreading with the invisible halo effect, Amber suddenly came out of the shadow state in a trance, and hit her head on the high bra's chest, and cried out on the spot.

The camp was not well-defended, and Gao Wen never left his armor in order to deal with emergencies at any time.

The hard-headed Rebecca hit Gawain's body with her head, not to mention the blunt Amber, the half-elf lady was hit in a daze, and she turned around holding her head after she escaped from the shadow form. It took two laps to stop, and Gawain grabbed her ear, and she immediately yelled, "Hey, hey! It hurts! Let it go, let it go..."

"What happened to the antique 700 years ago?!" Gawain stared at the shame of all things, "Where is the Druid I asked you to find!?"

"He's a Druid! I don't know how to identify antiques!" Amber was still feeling aggrieved, and shouted loudly while trying to break free from Gawain's claws, "I just casually said to him to dig it out." An ancient man from 700 years ago, but I didn't expect that he actually misunderstood!"

The little old man stared dumbfounded at the farce in front of him, and finally came to his senses: "Wait a minute, the 700-year-old antique you're talking about is Duke Gawain Cecil?"

"Don't mention 'Old Antique'! He's going to kill me!" Amber screamed, "Didn't I tell you! Gawain Cecil was resurrected, and I woke him up! But I I didn't ask you to identify him—I thought you understood!"

The little old man stared: "I thought you stole this ancient hero's tomb after awakening him! I wondered how you fooled people, and after stealing the grave and digging the tomb, you can still get the person to agree to you to find someone Appraisal of antiques..."

Gao Wen: "..."

After going through the historical greats known in his previous life one by one in his mind, Gao Wen finally suppressed the urge to throw the amber out, and looked at the little old man in front of him dumbfounded: "So...you are not Drew Yi?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this question, the little old man stroked his beard, straightened his tattered gray cloth robe, and said in an inscrutable tone: "It depends on the specific situation and your needs." Now, if you have the right conditions here, I can also be a druid..."

Gawain was taken aback: Druids still have "can be"?

"Then are you a druid?" Gao Wen frowned, "I need a druid to assist in the agricultural construction of the territory, and I don't want any problems with this work, so you'd better be cautious in your answer. "

After a farce, he now has a serious distrust of the little old man with a hermit style in front of him.

But the little old man smiled slightly, and took out an inconspicuous seed from his bosom. He threw the seed on the ground, took a water glass from the table next to him and poured some water on the ground, and then After chanting, a moment later, a green light rippled where the seed landed.

The seeds germinated at a speed visible to the naked eye - although it was only a small sprout, it opened Gao Wen's eyes.

"Look, look! He's a druid!" Amber yelled suddenly, "You don't want to let me go! It hurts like hell!"

Gawain let go of the half-elf's ears in a daze, and looked at the little old man with a strange expression: "So you are really a druid...but what does an antique appraiser mean?"

"I did work as a druid in the early years, and I belonged to the heart of the forest school," the little old man said proudly, "but antique appraisers are also my profession—so to speak, the whole There are not many antique appraisers in the southern border who are better than me."

Gao Wen felt puzzled: "Druids who study flowers, birds, fish and insects and appraisers who study antiques, how did you get together these two different professions?"

"The main reason is that I have no money," the little old man spread his hands, "When the druid was too poor, I started a side business. And let me tell you, my abilities are more than these two. If you lack a cook here, I will I can also order barbecue and soup cooking..."

This time, not only the corners of Gao Wen's mouth were trembling, but even the corners of his forehead couldn't help trembling twice: "As long as the price is right, you can still give people fortune-telling, right?"

The little old man pressed his beard: "It depends on how much you pay. If the price is right, I can learn it now."

Gao Wen looked up to the sky and sighed, and said to himself that he was indeed the one who was brought back by Amber. This kind of development was quite logical. He neither underestimated Amber's integrity nor overestimated her virtue. This "agronomy expert" was simply It perfectly fits Amber's standard of conduct.

An unreliable guy, but he is really a druid.

"Then...is he alright?" Amber watched Gawain's reaction carefully, and dared to speak after a while, "At least the druid is real."

"It's better than nothing," Gawain sighed, and looked down at the little old man, "Then from today onwards, you will be Cecil's druid, and I will give you a suitable reward... What level are you? "

"The druid of the third-level forest heart school is also a third-level spell herbalist," the little old man said with a smile, "and he is also a good griller, don't you really think about it?"

Gao Wen twitched his mouth: "No, I have a maid who cooks well - I will pay you according to the standard of hiring a third-level official spellcaster, but the premise is that you first refine a batch of growth-promoting potions to prove it. yourself. Materials and tools will be provided."

The little old man nodded in satisfaction: "Of course, of course."

Chapter 0069 Failed Projects

Looking at the cheerful appearance of the little old man, he seemed to be in the state of finding a new job with great difficulty for two weeks. This image made Gao Wen's previous impression of him an outsider. You can be sure that the other party's shabby cloth robes, holes, soft hats and unshaven appearance are really not because of some hermit life, he is really poor...

This situation made Gao Wen couldn't help muttering to Amber in a low voice: "You found this person...is it really reliable?"

"Oh, don't worry, although your personality may be a bit strange, but you have seen it, right? At least the ability of a druid is true-you are not the kind of pedantic nobleman who will judge people's origins and insist on rules. , don’t you always say that talent is the most important thing?”

Unexpectedly, what he usually muttered would be heard by this half-elf, and at this time he took it out to fight against him. Gawain could only twitch his lips helplessly, and asked curiously by the way: "By the way, what do you mean?" Know him?"

A little old man who seems to be the shame of a druid and the shame of an elf like Amber are not against each other, but Gawain is still very curious about how these two people know each other, is it just because they are the shame of their respective groups? So it's like that?

Unexpectedly, what Gao Wen muttered in a low voice was heard by the little old man next to him, and the druid with good ears turned his head and smiled: "My lord, I have known Amber's adoptive father for a long time, but this little girl I watched it grow up, she would have to call me uncle in terms of seniority..."

Amber immediately rolled her eyes: "Just you, who doesn't look like an elder, want me to call you uncle?"

"I see, you still have this relationship." Gao Wen nodded clearly. He heard Amber mention her adoptive father, and he knew that it was a human stalker—in fact, a thief at the bottom.

Amber shook her head and said, "This guy used to know my adoptive father very well. Back then, they used the banner of some kind of night walker to prepare to be the most powerful thief in the southern border, but they didn't have any reputation."

Gao Wen frowned subconsciously, and looked at the little old man: "Have you ever been a thief before?"

"It's what happened back then, it's what happened back then," the little old man waved his hands again and again, "Now I don't do it anymore, what I have been doing all these years is to make a living."

Gao Wen found it interesting: "Is it also because you can't get along as a thief, so you changed your career?"

"Because the craftsmanship is too trendy." Amber rolled her eyes at the side, with a look of disdain on her face, "He was found stealing things from the dead, and he was beaten up. He is not born to be a thief, and of course he is not a thief." Now it seems that druids are not qualified to be antique experts and cooks."

Gao Wen was stunned: "How did you find out about stealing things from the dead?"

"The main reason was that there were more than 200 grave-sweepers standing beside me..."

The little old man could only smile embarrassingly at one side. Obviously, even though he was an elder, his attitude towards Amber was very easy-going. It was probably not once or twice that he was complained like this by the other party, especially now that on this topic, Amber You especially have the confidence to ridicule his thieves skills: After all, he was beaten up for stealing the dead man, and Amber not only stole the dead man out, but also brought the dead man back to life...

Although it wasn't a "steal" at the time...

After chatting for a few words, Gao Wen suddenly realized that he had forgotten one very important thing: "By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"