Chapter 114: The first alchemy, guess who didn’t receive an invitation?
"Praise the Holy Gun and Holy Spirit!"

"boom!"

The branches and leaves shook, and the branch as thick as an arm was actually broken by Jeshka's shot and fell into the water.

Unwilling to drink the allocated tranquilizer, Jeshka staggered to Hakuto and asked, "How is it?"

Frowning and looking at the clockwork gun in his hand, Hakuto shifted his gaze back and forth between the clockwork gun and the branches in the distance without saying a word.

In the scorching sun at noon, you can clearly see the broken ends of the branches.

At a distance of about 15 fathoms (30 meters), even a crossbow arrow can only penetrate the object instead of interrupting it.

Hakuto suspected it was some kind of small crossbow, but seeing how easily Jeshka wound up the string, it didn't look like a crossbow.

"How did you do that? What the hell is this?"

Jeshka didn't shy away from handing the clockwork gun to Hakuto: "Look for yourself."

Looking down at the clockwork gun in his hand, Hakuto raised his head blankly and glanced at Jeshka.

He was actually a little touched. He didn't expect that Jeshka would trust him so much and easily hand over such a dangerous and valuable weapon to him.

What a good brother.

"Put your hands up!" Hakuto pointed the muzzle at Jeshka, "Untie my ropes."

As if he hadn't heard it, Jeshka leaned his elbows on the edge of the carriage, looking like he was watching a show.

"I'll count to three, one, two..." As he said this, Hakuto pretended to turn the key, but Jeshka still didn't move.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Jieshka curled his lips and exhaled through his nose: "You can try to twist it."

Hakuto moved the muzzle of the gun away, pointed at the bushes in the distance, and reached out to turn the clockwork key.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmahhhhhhhh!"

His square face flushed red, veins popped out on Hakuto's fingers, and both sides of his cheeks bulged from clenching his teeth.

The gears in the barrel just made a slight clicking sound, and Hakuto couldn't turn it no matter what he did.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Hakuto looked at his thick fingers and couldn't believe it.

He still didn't believe it, and this time, he imitated Jessica and twisted it while saying, "Praise the Holy Gun and the Holy Spirit!"

"Crack, click."

The gears only made two clicks before Hakuto couldn't turn them anymore.

At this moment, Hakuto felt defeated and the whole world had lost its meaning. He actually lost to that bastard Jeshka.

He could lose to anyone, but not to Jessica. He was afraid that Jessica would have a hard life, and he was also afraid that Jessica could wield the Holy Gun while he could not.

"No more tricks, right?"

Jeshka raised a finger triumphantly. "First of all, it's unloaded. Even if you turn the key, it won't fire."

Jieshka raised his second finger: "Secondly, if you don't have holy power, the Holy Spirit in the gun will not obey your orders and produce holy wind."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Hakuto shouted in disbelief, "I am much more pious than you, a bastard who doesn't pay for tickets."

"I told you, that was a honey trap, and I want you to keep it a secret!" His face turned dark instantly, and Jeshka came forward to cover his mouth, speaking through gritted teeth.

Taking back the precious clockwork gun from Hakuto, Jessica wiped it carefully with his sleeve, "With this thing, I can break the knight's armor from a distance.

I have thought it through. Next time we encounter a cavalry charge, I will place spearmen in the first row and musketeers in the second row.

The gunners put their clockwork guns on the shoulders of the spearmen and fired a round. Then the third row came up to fire, and then they changed their spears and charged together.

"Humph." Hakuto had fought for so many years and was very familiar with weapons. He immediately counterattacked, "Such a powerful weapon must have limitations. There aren't many people who are recognized by the Holy Gun, right?"

"Not many, maybe seven or eight hundred." Jeshka suddenly bent down and leaned forward. "Guess who didn't get the Holy Gun's recognition. Oh, it's you, you!"

Putting the clockwork gun on his back, Jeshka pointed his index fingers at Hakuto and slowly backed away. He turned around and walked away laughing, leaving Hakuto trembling with anger behind.

Jeshka's loud laughter, faintly heard from outside the tent, made Horn pause.

"No, don't, don't stop." Sissi's hair was stuck to the corners of her mouth by sweat, and she said to Horn. "You are the main warlock. If you stop, everything will be over."

Horn quickly collected his thoughts and continued to meditate on the hermit holding a lamp and leaning on a cane, making sticky and meaningless sounds from his mouth.

According to Sissi, spells are only aids for novices, and it doesn't matter what they say, even if Horn sings a hymn "Zude" from Zheng Ting's "Divine Comedy". What matters is to use the tone to create a mysterious atmosphere and hint at one's own soul -

I'm doing some devilish stuff, get ready.

Horn is an old hand at using spells to create a mysterious atmosphere. He used to use it often when he performed shaman rituals.

In the lingering smoke of burning sage, Horn threw the Frost Moon Grass in his hand into the heated clay pot in front of him.

He thought the so-called Frosted Moon Grass was some magical thing, but it turned out to be just Moon Grass covered with frost.

Moongrass is a common raw material for dyes and can be found everywhere in the Thousand River Valley.

As the frost moon grass, apple peel and other materials are put into the pottery jar one by one, finally sprinkle the powder ground from the slime core and organs into the pottery jar.

At that moment, Horn suddenly felt his scalp tighten, which should be the magic power being injected.

As for Sissi, she immediately closed the lid of the pottery jar. Although the fire was low, the inside of the pottery jar seemed to be boiling, and a large amount of potion flowed out from around the lid.

After a long while, Xixi finally opened the lid, and an indescribable fragrance wafted out.

"Do you feel it?" Sissi snapped her fingers and said, "Alchemists don't actively cast spells. Instead, when the catalyst comes into contact with the material, it acts as a medium and absorbs the surrounding magic power."

"What if there is no mana around?"

"Then nothing will happen." Xixi stretched and stood up. "It will only work when the concentration of mana around you reaches a certain level. Your meditation is to increase the concentration of mana around you."

"Is it the same way that pharmacists make medicine?" Jeanna waved away the smoke with her hand and suddenly felt her vision clearer and she felt much more energetic.

Horn shook his head. "They don't need mana, but most useful potions require holy water and holy oil."

"That's it."

"Alright." Xixi directed a few child soldiers to pour out the juice in the pottery jars and fill them with slime water bags. "Today's tranquilizer is ready. There are six bags in total. Together with yesterday's, each gunner will have two bags."

After saying goodbye to Sissi, Horn mounted his horse and continued to practice riding while riding.

The journey has been relatively peaceful since we took the trail Carrie recommended.

Apart from waking up every morning and seeing sticky slimes crawling all over the floor, I basically didn't encounter any other difficulties.

Occasionally, when encountering monster attacks, if Ranna is there, she will take action. If Ranna is not there, those gunners can also hold off.

Since the clockwork gun is a shotgun that fires shotgun bullets, there are always broken iron and stones in the meat of the monsters that the gunners kill.

As for Jeanne, after Horn taught her a lot of knowledge on current, voltage, resistance, etc., and she did several sets of test questions, her control over lightning reached a new level.

The day before yesterday, a monster porcupine tried to attack them, but was electrocuted by Jeanna, leaving it numb but not greasy, without any burn marks, and the meat was half-cooked.

Horn personally cooked and guided Madeleine to make a pot of pig-killing soup. Although it had a fishy smell, it still received unanimous praise from the villagers.

The pig-killing soup was directed by Horn, and the sedative was made by Horn.

Horn's status was once again raised in the hearts of the villagers. This was the real grandson that the Holy Father had cheated on them.

Everyone knows that the Holy Power and Holy Gun can only be used by those who have been sick. Isn't this just the Holy Father taking sides?

Getting sick is a manifestation of the body being unable to bear the sacredness.

When they arrive at Chateau Joan of Arc and His Majesty Horn ascends the throne, what will be the status of these disciples?
Tsk tsk tsk, I just can’t even imagine it.

Better days are still ahead.

Compared to the villagers' confidence in the future, Horn is a little worried.

As the Wild Spider Forest drew closer, the legendary long-haired monster from the Homer Mercenary Group still did not appear. Instead, there were more and more ordinary monsters.

According to the notes of Homer's mercenary group, the closer you are to the Wild Spider Forest, the fewer monsters there should be.

But they were taking a small road, so it was normal that the situation was different from the main road.

But they were about to enter the wild spider forest. Since they didn't take the main road, they didn't have a route map to safely pass through the wild spider forest.

Which way should I go?

With such doubts, Horn arrived at the designated camping site on the evening of October 22.

"Where is the front?" Standing on the carriage, Horn turned and asked the child soldiers.

"Your Majesty, the Wild Spider Forest is ahead."

(End of this chapter)