Looking at the cheerful appearance of the little old man, as if he had finally found a new job after two weeks of no work, this image made Gawain’s previous impression of him as a worldly master disappear. Now Gao Wen Wen was completely sure that the other party's shabby cloth robe, leaky soft hat, and unshaven beard were really not due to his hermit life, but that he was really poor...
This situation made Gawain couldn't help but whisper. Amber muttered: "Is this person you found... really reliable?"
"Oh, don't worry. Although his personality may be a bit strange, you can see it, right? At least he's a Druid. Your ability is real - you are not the kind of pedantic aristocrat who cares about people's origins and sticks to rules. Don't you always say that talent is the most important thing?"
I didn't expect that what I usually muttered would be heard. Gawain could only curl his lips helplessly when this half-elf took this into his mind, and even took it out to attack his own army. He asked curiously: "By the way, how did you know him?"
It is not inconsistent with a little old man who looks like a druid's shame and Amber, an elf's shame, to be together, but Gawain is still curious about how the two people know each other. Is it just because they both know each other? Is it because they are a disgrace to their respective groups, so they are on the same page?
Unexpectedly, what Gawain muttered in a low voice was heard by the little old man next to him. The druid, who also had good ears, turned his head and smiled: "Sir, Amber and I are our adoptive fathers. Old acquaintance, I have watched this little girl grow up. In terms of seniority, she has to call me uncle..."
Hubo immediately rolled his eyes: "Even a guy like you who doesn't look like an elder wants to do this. I call you uncle?"
"I see, you still have this connection." Gawain nodded clearly. He heard Amber mention her adoptive father and knew that he was a human stalker. ——In fact, they are thieves at the bottom.
Hubo shook his head and said: "This guy used to be very familiar with my adoptive father. They were still using the banner of Night Walker to become the most powerful thief in the South, but they were not famous at all. Get up."
Gawain frowned subconsciously and looked at the little old man: "Have you ever been a thief before?"
"It happened back then." The little old man waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't work anymore now. I have been doing regular business these years."
Gao Wen found it interesting: "Is it because I couldn't survive being a thief, so I changed my career?"< /p>
"Because his craftsmanship is too fashionable," Amber rolled his eyes with disdain, "He was caught stealing things from dead people and was beaten up. He was not born to be a thief. Of course, he is not the material to be a druid, and now it seems that he is not the material to be an antique expert or cook."
Gawain was stunned: "How did you get caught stealing things from dead people?"< /p>
"Mainly because there were more than two hundred grave sweepers standing nearby..."
The little old man could only smile on the side. It was obvious that despite being an elder, He is right to AmberAmber's attitude is really very easy-going. I'm afraid he has been complained about like this not once or twice. Especially now on this topic, Amber is particularly confident and qualified to ridicule his thieving skills: after all, he was beaten up for stealing things from dead people. , and Amber not only stole the dead person, but also brought the dead person back to life...
Although the situation at that time was not considered "stealing"...
Let's talk about it After finishing the sentence, Gawain suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important: "By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"
The little old man put his hand on his chest and performed a nondescript courtesy: "Pitman Lauren is happy to serve you. Just call me Pittman."
"Very well, Pittman, you can take a rest first. I will arrange for someone to take you to your residence later." . You have also seen that this place is still in its infancy, and the living conditions may not be very good, but as long as you work hard like my fellow citizens, this place will soon be a wealthy and comfortable new home. "
Pitman Lauren smiled like a flower: "I will do my best for those shiny little cuties."
This scholarly Druid followed the instructions arranged by Gawain. The guide personnel left the camp, leaving Amber and Gawain looking at each other. After paying attention to the surrounding atmosphere for a while, the half-elf lady smiled awkwardly and was about to leave, but was grabbed by Gawain: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to help patrol the area around the camp!" Amber jumped and shouted, "Hey, let me go!"
"First explain what it means to 'dig out a seven-hundred-year-old antique' It’s okay—I haven’t forgotten this sentence yet.”
“Ah—”
Everything in the camp is on track, but not everything will be smooth sailing. .
In a courtyard on the west side of the workshop area, Rebecca was looking at the thing in front of her in a daze.
In front of her was a strange-style kiln. The kiln was built with refractory bricks and mud mixed with quartz sand. It looked like a giant bowl upside down on the ground. The "giant bowl" depicted on both sides There are simple runes for heating and controlling fire power, and at the bottom is a newly opened kiln door that was originally sealed with mud. Its style is a bit like a brick kiln used to bake bricks, but the things burned in it are not bricks.
What is burned is stone, or limestone powder and clay are mixed together and burned. The ancestors said that the things calcined in this way are then mixed with slag brought from the blacksmith shop and ground into powder. It can become a new building material.
But it doesn’t look like success.
In the basket in front of the kiln are some finished products. The finished product is a gray-black hardened material that looks dirty and ugly. There are many large and small debris mixed with hard and hard products. The brittle agglomerates, Rebecca has tried to forcefully grind some of the debris and slag into powder, and then mix it with water according to the instructions of the ancestors. Now the first batch of test mixtures has dried, and they have become Something that breaks into pieces like rotten wood.
It is impossible to build a house.
Rebecca put her finger on her chin and was lost in thought. Her face was so dark and dirty that she didn’t bother to wash it.
In the past two days, she has either been in the blacksmith shop (now renamed Cecil Steel Works) supervising the installation of Magic Network No. 1 and the new furnace or running here to burn stones. The good Viscount lady has been here every day It was so dirty most of the time, but the knights and soldiers in the territory were not surprised by this - after all, the viscountess in the past had a similar style all day long, practicing fireball skills to make her face black. It's a common thing. Sometimes we go to the woods and fight with wolves and come back covered in mud. Everyone is used to it...
As for those nobles who rarely had the opportunity to see the territory in the past, now The common people who can often come into contact with Hetty, Rebecca and others have developed a lot of affection and closeness to this Viscount lady who is always running around and busy: Gawain is a strong pillar of support. With a backer, but too coercive for civilians, Hetty is smart and kind, but somewhat unsmiling and too harsh. Only Rebecca, who runs around to help, has no airs at all, and treats everyone The girl who greeted everyone with a smile almost made everyone subconsciously ignore her aristocratic status.
Another important reason is that Rebecca’s fireball is really good at burning wasteland and blowing up rocks...
Seeing Rebecca lost in thought, next to her The few civilians who helped did not dare to disturb him. They also didn't understand the purpose of the Duke who ordered the construction of such a place for burning stones, but the waterwheel built by the Duke had shown its magic, and the planning of the camp was also quite clever, plus the reclamation work was going smoothly. With the development and the existence of the newly recruited druid, everyone is quite convinced of the things arranged by Gawain. Although they don't see the use of burning stones... but it is always right to follow the instructions.
After thinking hard, Rebecca finally raised her head and came to a conclusion:
She was not suitable to think about this.
So she waved her little hand: "Carry these things and show them to my ancestors!"
A moment later, Gawain saw the pile brought to him. The... indescribable thing.
"Is this what you burned...'cement'?" He looked at Rebecca in shock. If he hadn't personally ordered it, he would have been unable to follow those gray-black lumps. The impression of "cement" is linked together.
"Hey? So this thing is called cement?" Rebecca opened her eyes wide, "What a strange name."
Gawain had no time to explain what was behind this term. Meaning, although he had been mentally prepared for frustration, he still felt a subtle sense of frustration at this time. After seeing the porous rock-like "stones" that Rebecca took out from another basket, he This failure was completely confirmed.
“This is the product after mixing the finished product with water according to the method you said,” Rebecca winked.Bagging her eyes, "It does condense quickly, and after it condenses, it looks like stone, but in fact it is loose and brittle..."
Rebecca's words have not yet finished. , a piece of amber came out of no corner of the corner: "What is soft and crispy? Let me try it!"
Gowen smoothly pushed the other person back into the shadow, and turned to face Those black lumps sighed: "It seems to have failed."
He repeatedly confirmed Rebecca's operation process, confirming that there was no problem from raw materials to production process, and he I also learned that Rebecca herself had specially adjusted the proportions of various raw materials as well as various parameters such as firepower and calcination time. She also conducted several cross-tests with four kilns, and even changed limestone and clay of different textures and origins. , however the results obtained are similar.
This world once again showed Gawain its specialness and maliciousness.
The properties of the substance do not match. How many of the well-known homemade recipes in memory can be used?
Gawain decided that if possible, he would test everything he knew in his mind that could be verified using simple methods. When he made this decision, he was prepared to fail all the tests. Prepare.
At the same time, Rebecca was still looking at him helplessly. This girl who was finally able to help everyone but failed seemed to have never thought that it was the "recipe" provided by Gawain. "There is a problem, and subconsciously attributed the problem to myself: "Ancestor... I let you down?"
"No, any experiment is a long process, especially finding a new one. "When it comes to materials," Gawain shook his head and sighed, "You continue to try using various stones and soil for calcination, and I will give you a few more possible recipes. Just treat this as a long-term practice when you have free time. Just try your best and don’t affect the progress of the steel plant.”