Sword and Magic and Taxi

What, why don't you make the iron sheet first, roll it up and then glue it together? Is this what humans do? Dwarf Sok looked in disbelief. He rubbed his beard and said, Judging from the shape, there should be no problem. But it’s definitely not strong enough. I’m not bragging, I’ve seen weapons made by human craftsmen, but most of them are just scraps for us.”

What the dwarf Sok looked down upon was the human craftsmen of this world, and they were not from the earth. Zhao Mai didn't take it seriously at all. No matter how strong the dwarf craftsmen are, can they have the power of a 10,000-ton forging press?

Judging from Green's appearance, he seemed to agree that dwarf craftsmen were far better than human craftsmen. If the dwarf Sok fired his musket, or if what he took out was just an ordinary sword, the merchants in Nebo Town would treat him like a VIP, and it would never be Zhao Mai's turn to pick up such a treasure.

The three people checked the list again and again to make sure everything was ready, and then they started working separately. The dwarf Thok first had to make a mold. He skipped the method of using a wooden mold first and then making a clay mold, and directly made it out of large rocks. The dwarf is very adept at using rock tools, and he does have commendable abilities in this area.

Zhao Mai mysteriously took a box of alchemical raw materials and began to make granular gunpowder. In terms of explosive power alone, powdered gunpowder burns faster and releases greater power instantly. However, the bullet requires a continuous thrust in the barrel, especially when the sealing is not up to standard. A longer burning time can produce a higher muzzle velocity. The only thing Zhao Mai couldn't determine was the relationship between particle size, bullet weight and barrel length. It's also difficult to do standardized and precise experiments here, so the general direction is there, and the rest is left to fate.

Which god is in charge of the craftsmen? Do I need to pray to him?

Oh, I've already done this, you don't have to worry about it. Green couldn't help much as a craftsman, but he never missed such small things.

In addition to praying to the gods, making offerings, and purchasing three meals, Green also handles the trio's external communications. The robbery of the Hearth Hotel has not yet come to an end, and the thief must be caught in order to solve the problem. The fat boss is afraid that word will come out from his store that guests have been stolen - he is not very worried about guests being stolen - so he is urging the town's sheriff to close the case as soon as possible.

Closing the case as quickly as possible does not mean getting things back as quickly as possible. Green knew the requirements of these businessmen and cooperated with them to reach an agreement with the victims as soon as possible. It's really troublesome to catch a thief and recover the treasure. Usually for this kind of thing, you would go to the local thieves guild and ask them to use part of the money to buy peace.

So the sheriff will say to the victim: We have found the thieves. They resisted arrest and were beaten to death by us. Your lost property has not been found, so they may have gotten rid of it. However, we have found some stolen money. Maybe your lost property was trafficked. The money is also in it. These thieves are also related to several other cases, so I can’t give you all the money. Tell me again, what did you lose?

No matter what is said to be lost, as long as it is not worthless, the Sheriff will take out some gold coins and give them to the owner. Just in the case of Zhao Mai, the salt has been recovered. No matter how much the Sheriff takes out, isn't it a net profit? As for what Green found in the den of thieves, Zhao Maiming said that it had nothing to do with him and he didn't even want to know.

Let’s go back to the blacksmith shop. Since it spans two worlds, there is no need to repeat the formula and manufacturing method of granular gunpowder here. Anyway, after Zhao Mai finished working on what he had on hand, Sok's mold was ready. After Green returned, the three men worked together to smelt molten iron.

Zhao Mai is responsible for pulling the bellows, Green is responsible for adding coal powder and holding tools, and Suoke concentrates on controlling the iron ingots. In fact, only the dwarf is the one who really contributes, and the other two busy people are just on the sidelines.

The temperature is still a little low. It would be nice if it could be higher. The dwarf looked at the fire with some regret.

Green, just sprinkle a handful of toner in! Zhao Mai pulled the bellows with all his strength, spitting out his tongue like a reserve grain.

Sprinkling toner had an effect, and a look of surprise burst out from between Sok's eyebrows. He rubbed his hands vigorously, and blood-red light emitted from his palms, then went up along his wrists and arms until it covered his elbows.

What is this, a dwarf's spell? As soon as Zhao Mai asked, he was shushed by Green: Don't disturb him.

The molten iron was poured into the mold, and then Sock lay outside the mold and listened. He rapped the mold with his knuckles, then picked up a hammer and tapped it here and there. Zhao Mai stared with wide eyes, unable to guess what he was doing.

The dwarf listened to it, knocked it, shook it, and repeated it. After a while, he grabbed the mold with both hands and pulled it outward hard. The stone cracked into small fragments all over the ground, and a thick and long gun barrel appeared in front of everyone.

The iron has not completely cooled down yet and is still red. The dwarf didn't use pliers and actually grabbed it with his hands. The red light faded slightly, but it also protected his hand from the high temperature. Any craftsman must pursue a good feel. A dwarf can directly grab a red-hot iron bar. Who can compare with his feel?

The two-meter-long gun barrel was like a long stick, turning over and over in the dwarf's hands. Pick up the pliers and mark a mark, which seems to be the location where it needs to be cut off later. Suoke signaled Zhao Mai and Green to retreat further, and then cast the dwarf's craftsman spell.

This spell feels very cool, and the light and shadow effects can be rated 10 points, but I really can’t understand what he is doing. The sonorous and powerful dwarf words appeared in the air, then moved along the red arm of the dwarf, and were finally pressed into the iron pipe by the palm of his hand. At the same time, Suoke raised his big hammer and started banging it, either lightly or heavily, straight or diagonally, sometimes with a spinning force when the hammer came into contact with the iron pipe.

Wouldn't this bend the hollow pipe? If there is a bulge on the inner wall, it will easily explode... Zhao Mai was anxious on the side and wanted to give a warning but couldn't find a chance. Thok the dwarf worked in a rhythm that left no room for others to interrupt.

As if he thought the pipe was not good enough, Dwarf Thok would reinsert the pipe into the stove from time to time. Heat, add toner! A rich voice kept ringing. But this time he was speaking in dwarf language, and Zhao Mai could understand it only after Green translated it. It is said that life is the best teacher. The first two dwarf sentences Zhao Mai learned were heat and add toner.

Sok hammered repeatedly for a long time, but the outer wall of the pipe was still uneven. At this time, even Green was a little confused. The two humans squatted aside, taking a sip of ale from time to time to cool down, and waited patiently.

Okay! The dwarf soaked the iron pipe in the sink and kept rubbing it. The remaining red light on his arm gradually faded and returned to its normal appearance. Let's take a break and get something to eat.

Zhao Mai couldn't help but be curious, and picked up the tube after it cooled down. The smooth and beautiful iron pipe is flawless, without any unevenness or defects. He could only admire him, then scratch his head and sigh: Magic is so amazing...