The Sun King's Evidence

It was a cloudy day in the winter in Baron Jean. It was not a clear day.

In the master bedroom, Ryan was still resting, but the maid Orica was already awake. She reluctantly got up and put on the prepared maid clothes with her legs shaking.

She now felt herself filled with magic again.

Olica tied up her waist-length black hair with a headdress and a hairband. She put on a new maid outfit. Before Ryan woke up, she gently walked to the head of the bed and let Ryan lean against her. .

Orica, whose soul was severely damaged, knew that if she wanted to cast a spell, she could only rely on Ryan to provide her with mana. In this way, she could slowly use magic to repair her soul. She had no magic power of her own.

The fire in the master bedroom room crackled, and the dark elf shouted in a low voice: "Master~Master? Wake up, today you are going to watch the dwarves test the latest artillery."

"...Yes, I'm going to see the dwarves test artillery today." Ryan slowly woke up and buried his head in the dark elf's plump chest: "Olica? How do you feel?"

"Still...what else can I do? It's just very comfortable..." The dark elf blushed. Recently, Veronica's energy is still in the wizard tower. Orika usually rests with Ryan at night, so naturally She is also responsible for serving Ryan and solving his needs.

After a good morning kiss, Ryan got up and changed his clothes. He suddenly asked with great interest: "By the way, Orica, what are the siege weapons of your dark elves?"

"It's a thousand-pound siege ballista, master." The dark elf helped Ryan wash up, and she continued: "This powerful siege ballista is blessed by the warlocks of the Hecate Sorceress Association. It has great power. Those hit by the ballistae will be mutilated even if they don't die."

"So can you make a ballista like a dwarf?" Ryan joked.

"The technology for making this kind of thousand-pound ballista has long been lost, Master~" Orika said helplessly, and the dark elf held Ryan's hand from behind: "Maybe the high elves still have it, but we here in Druchi No, all the thousand-pound ballistae are closely guarded and will only be taken out when war is needed, and...many people believe that only Hydra and Black Dragon are needed to attack a city."

"Okay, I'm going to check the artillery. Do you want to go with me?" Ryan changed his clothes, washed up, and was ready to go out.

As always, the dark elves were reluctant to leave the castle.

Coming out of the door, the sorceress Theresa stood at the door holding a purple staff. She was wearing a purple robe today with black leather jacket and leather pants underneath. When she saw Ryan coming out, her tone was indescribable. Weirdly: "Are you finally willing to give up?"

"Oh, please, dear Theresa, I need time to get up too." Ryan said helplessly: "Don't you want to go out with me to watch the artillery?"

"Yes, I have seen a lot of Nord and Empire artillery, but I have never seen the dwarves' heavy artillery." At this point, the sorceress also showed an interested expression: "It is said that the dwarves are the strongest. The power of the large artillery can be compared with the forbidden curse."

Thirty minutes later, the test gun location was selected in the field.

Four dwarf heavy cannons were lined up, followed by a more strange-looking cannon. This cannon was composed of four smaller barrels placed side by side on a large cart.

The dwarf engineer Dugan Iron Man came out. He touched his beard that had become thick and smooth. He was wearing some funny heavy clothes - dwarf clothes specially made by the tailor in the collar. Dugan wore a round hat. He held his hat with feathers on it, crossed his arms and raised his head: "As expected, my baron, I have made four dwarf heavy cannons and an organ cannon for you."

"These cannons cost me nearly seven hundred gold crowns. My dwarf brother, you almost made me bankrupt, you know?" Ryan reached out and touched the dwarf heavy cannon. The thick cannon body was dark. Ryan felt very satisfied with the huge muzzle.

"Alas, the things made by us dwarves are indeed more expensive, but don't worry, Baron. The cannons made by us dwarves are on a par with the cannons made by the imperial humans on the other side of the mountain. Their cannons can easily explode or become mute. And the artillery produced by our dwarves definitely doesn't have this problem!" Dugan also stretched out his hand to touch the barrel of his own artillery. His face couldn't help but grinned: "You get what you pay for, you get what you pay for. my friend."

Gunpowder is the embodiment of the dwarves' martial power at their peak. Touching the dark barrel, the dwarf engineer can find deep comfort and a sense of blood connection.

Ryan also reached out and stroked the dwarf heavy artillery. There is no doubt that the emergence of gunpowder changed the course of the war. He had already seen the power of the empire's artillery, and now he had the dwarf's artillery.

There is no doubt that the dwarf's artillery is more powerful and has a longer range than the artillery produced by the Imperial Nuer Arsenal or the Brunswick Arms Factory, but it is also more expensive.

With artillery, the future war will be completely different. Unlike large trebuchets, dwarf artillery is easy to carry and travel. The artillery is equipped with huge wheels and can be pulled by packhorses or driven by manpower. Compared with those that are disassembled For a trebuchet that has to be loaded into several large vehicles and takes several hours to assemble, the dwarf artillery is really much higher than the trebuchet.

"For a dwarf artillery, we will have four to five compatriots responsible for the entire process from loading to firing, and one cannon can be fired in five minutes." The dwarf engineer Dugan Ironhan continued: "At the same time, the dwarves are also warriors. Once If the enemy is approaching, we can also take up arms to fight, but my baron, I still want to emphasize that it is far better for us to fire cannons than to use weapons to fight."

"Don't worry, Britannia has the most powerful knights in the old world, and your flanks will be protected." Ryan nodded repeatedly with satisfaction. The knights of Britannia and the artillery of the dwarves will ensure the future combat effectiveness of his army. underestimate.

"Speaking of which, what is this?" The sorceress Teresa walked to the special cannon behind the four heavy cannons. The sorceress asked with great interest.

"This is the organ cannon, miss." The dwarf engineer said about his proud work, and he laughed loudly: "This is my big treasure."

"Organ cannon?" Ryan also walked up to the organ cannon. I have to say that the four barrels running side by side do have the illusion of an organ.

"The organ cannon is composed of four smaller barrels." Dugan walked to the organ cannon and began to explain the special features of the organ cannon: "Compared to the heavy cannon, the organ cannon has a shorter range and less power. The hit rate is also more unstable..."

"Then you still do this?" Teresa frowned subconsciously.

"...Listen to me, this beautiful wizard lady." Dugan laughed repeatedly, with some mockery in his laughter, but his words did not feel particularly harsh.

Dwarves have weird tempers, are obsessed with face, value promises, are greedy for money, and retaliate. Diplomacy and speaking are indeed not what they are good at. However, some dwarves are indeed more talented in this regard than their compatriots. Dugan and his people He has been wandering in the mountains for many years. Compared with many dwarves who have a stone-like temper, he is better at talking (especially for dwarves).

"The organ cannon has a shorter range, less powerful artillery, and poorer accuracy, but it has a larger fire coverage area and salvo power than the dwarf heavy artillery." Dugan continued to explain: "As long as it is operated properly , a single salvo of the four running tubes of the organ cannon can directly destroy an entire group of enemies, which the cannon cannot do."

"So we can place the cannon behind the position, but the organ cannon can be placed slightly forward?" Ryan immediately understood the relationship: "The organ cannon can quickly destroy approaching enemies. As long as it is properly protected, it can always work. .”

"Yes, my Baron, you are very talented as a commander." Dugan nodded.

The test firing of the artillery made Ryan very satisfied. Several stone houses used as targets were blown to pieces by the artillery shells. Since the roaring artillery shells can smash such thick stone houses, it is no problem to deal with the city wall. Down.

"Very good." Ryan nodded repeatedly: "With this, we no longer need the trebuchet."

"Of course, we dwarves are almost obsolete when it comes to trebuchets." Dugan Tiehan raised his head and said, "My Baron, leave it to us with confidence. We will hit wherever you ask us to hit."

"make a deal!"

"make a deal!"

Ryan's hand and the dwarf's were clasped together.

It took the baron a whole morning to test the cannon. When Theresa and Ryan returned to the castle, the sorceress said with interest: "I didn't expect you could persuade the dwarves to make cannons for you. Do you know how difficult it is to take care of the dwarves?" ?I have never seen dwarves in Nord except the royal capital."

"There are very few outsiders in Nord. It's normal not to see dwarves. Dwarves don't like to leave the mountains. If they really want to leave the mountains, the bitter cold place in Nord is not the place they want to go." Ryan laughed. Said: "Even I can't stay in Nord, let alone the dwarves."

"So now I have come here. Frankly speaking, I like this place, Ryan." Theresa walked beside Ryan. The dirt roads in the barony have been replaced by stone roads: "It's just that it's a little hot in summer. , other than that it’s pretty good.”

"Really? I thought you wouldn't like this place, especially since your temper has not been very good recently." Ryan's words sounded meaningful.

"Of course! It would be better if you could let Veronica take her things and get out. Also, when will she have the money to build her own wizard tower?" Sure enough, when she mentioned this, the sorceress gritted her teeth: " Tell me, Ryan, is hers... so valuable?"

"???" Ryan's face was a little confused: "I don't know which one you are talking about."

"...Forget it, Ryan, I also want to have a wizard tower of my own!" Teresa's silver eyes shone brightly through her black butterfly-patterned eyes: "You can build one for me too."

"Building a wizard tower requires money, my eldest lady." Ryan complained: "In order to make cannons, I am so poor. Less than half of this year's tax revenue has been invested in this."

"You will get money if you build a wizard tower for Veronica? No money if you build it for me?" Teresa gritted her teeth, veins and snowflakes began to appear on her forehead: "Don't lie to me, Veronica. The wizard tower is the most luxurious wizard tower I have seen in a while. The first floor alone cost nearly two thousand gold dinars... It is called gold crown here, right? Where did she get so much money? Didn’t you give it all to her?”

"I didn't give him the money, she kept it with me. Last time we completed the mission of hunting down the fallen hunter in Marienburg, we gained a lot." Ryan explained the reason for Veronica's wealth. Origin, and then continued: "She did it entirely by herself to build the wizard tower. The most I did was give her a place."

Teresa's small hands wearing white lace gloves tightened the reins, and the sorceress felt very unconvinced.

These should all be mine! So does the Wizard Tower! So is his love!

It was obviously me who came first!

Thinking of her mother's teachings, Miss Sorceress calmed down and continued, "Then can you also grant me a place?"

"Yes, but you have to choose by yourself." Ryan nodded: "Also, there are already two towers near the castle, you'd better choose a place further away."

"I see."

As soon as he returned to the castle, Ryan received an unexpected visitor.

It’s the half-elf Estelle! The half-elf was wearing a deerskin cloak and a wood elf robe, carrying a recurve bow behind his back and a short sword at his waist. When he saw Ryan coming back, the half-elf took the initiative to come up and say hello: "Good afternoon, Ryan."

"Good afternoon, my friend Estelle, why did you come to see me?" Ryan got off his horse and shook hands with Estelle. Only then did he notice that there was also a man standing behind Estelle. A half-elf: "This is..."

"He is my friend, his name is Des." Estelle introduced to Ryan: "He is a ranger who used to work for the Woodland Council. He was responsible for cleaning up corruption, eradicating evil and dealing with elves in the forest. Vicious dryads with strong hostility... and other secret work."

"Hello, Lord Lion Malcador, I have heard your name and know your great deeds." The half-elf wore a dark green cloak with exquisite scales produced by wood elves inside. Wearing a face scarf and a green hood, only a pair of eyes could be seen: "It's an honor to meet you."

"I'm honored to meet you, too, Mr. Dais." Ryan shook hands with him.

At the same time, a series of strange thoughts came to the Baron's mind: only disloyal guys have things to hide, secret circles established within, and strange green hoods.

"I'll tell you what I have to say, my Baron." Estelle sighed, and he said with a blush: "Des and I... want to take refuge with you, can you take us in?"

"this……"

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