Chapter 382: The beauty of a nanochip spear

The sound of birds singing can be heard in the green forest, and vines of thorny flowers are entwined around the fir trees.

In this quiet forest, from time to time, there were strange banging and creaking sounds.

In the hunting ground next to the Black Mountain Forest, in the former archery range, human-shaped targets covered with wooden boards and thatch kept shaking back and forth.

After launching the attack, Le Fei, who was ten meters away from the target, immediately entered the standardized process designed in the manual.

He first lifted the smelling salts tied to his wrist and passed it over his nose. Then he placed the clockwork gun upright on the ground and began to load it with lead and press the rod in a standard manner.

After more than twenty seconds of quick reloading, Le Fay once again placed the Holy Gun on the gun rack.

"Aim!" he shouted the command himself.

This is a requirement of training. In order to ensure that the war monks are familiar with the orders, they must shout out the orders loudly even if they are training alone.

"emission!"

"boom!"

The target at the edge of the forest began to sway back and forth again, but this time, Le Fay looked much more depressed.

His body began to sway, and Horn, standing at the edge of the shooting range, knew that this was probably the limit.

So he quickly stopped Lefebvre and turned to look at the accompanying priest beside him: "Which shot is that?"

"The seventh one."

Horn turned his head to look at Victor beside him, and the surprise of both of them was beyond words.

Previously, they discovered that the hand cannon brigade that Le Fei was in suddenly fired a second shot, and were investigating the reason.

But today's result was beyond everyone's expectations. In previous tests, Le Fay usually fired four shots, and when he performed well, he could fire five shots.

But today he fired seven bullets, and his holy power increased by almost one-fold, which means that if it can be popularized, the amount of ammunition of the Holy Gunner will increase by nearly one-fold again.

The three extra lead bullets came from the triangular pendant on his neck.

Previously, the Hand Cannon Brigade that Le Fay was in went to help Mormont. Mormont followed the principle that if he couldn't pay the wages, he would use the extra scraps to pay.

This part of the scraps was used to make this triangular pendant.

Mormont, who was standing aside, looked more surprised than Horn. He looked up at Le Fay, then looked down at the pendant in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

"Did you invent this amulet yourself?" Horn came closer to him and leaned his head over his shoulder.

Mormont turned his head and then looked down at Horn. "My teacher invented it, Your Majesty. But the amulet is not very effective. We rarely make it."

"You said you had developed Orichalcum to perfection." Horn held out his hand. "Is this unique to you? Let me see."

"Yes, this is unique to our Flaming Rose Society." Mormont handed the triangular pendant to Horn.

The soft leather rope passed across the palm of his hand, and Horn raised the pendant to his eyes, observing it carefully.

This triangular pendant is wrapped in iron and cork and looks very simple.

Inside was a conical black iron object. Horn reached out and touched it. It didn't feel like metal, but rather like some kind of black glass.

"How much do you know about the principle of this thing?"

Mormont pointed at the black glass object and smiled, “At first we discovered that it would change color slightly when it came into contact with magic power, and then we accidentally wore it on our bodies, and it turned out to reduce the burden of using fireballs.

Then it became our amulet, and we’ve sold about a dozen of them over the past few years, but most of them complained that they were ineffective.”

Horn tapped the black glassy object with his fingernails: "What is this called?"

"Dianjin."

Horn pointed the pendant towards the sun and closed his left eye. The sunlight penetrated the pendant, giving it a translucent texture.

Turning his head, Horn asked, "Natural metal or alchemical product?"

"It's a product of alchemy. Electrometal is called metal, but it's actually a mistake made by wizards at the time. Electrometal is made from crystal, but wizards at the time regarded crystal as a type of metal." Mormont explained. "Pasrick, come and take a look." Horn handed over the thing in his hand, "Have you seen this?"

"Electric gold should be unique to the Flame Rose Society." Pasrick fiddled with the amulet, "Every secret party has more or less of this kind of thing. The Ruoan Party has a similar amulet to protect against illusions."

In fact, many times, it is because of these alchemical formulas and spellcasting techniques that the secret party can be organized.

Because many secret parties were originally composed of witches' followers and scholars who studied witches and magic, many secret parties still maintain the traditions and rules and regulations of the Scholars' Association.

"You mean to say that almost every secret party has some of these technologies or gizmos?"

"Yeah," Pasrick scratched his head and replied as a matter of course, "What's the matter? Wasn't that telescope also made by the secret party?"

Horn was stunned for a moment, then his breathing quickened: "How many exactly are there? Have you ever counted them? Or made a list?"

"There are hundreds and thousands, maybe tens of thousands. We haven't counted them specifically, but some are secret party secrets and are rarely exposed, such as the red dragon's breath." Pasrick looked down at Horn, "Most of these things have different effects."

"No, no, you guys, haven't you thought about other uses or expanded production?" Horn asked in disbelief.

Whether it is mountain copper, telescope, or this kind of electric gold, no matter what alchemical product it is, each one has a very extraordinary use.

In a sense, these secret parties actually mastered technology that was far ahead of their time.

"No." Pasrick spread his hands. "First, who would dare to buy wizards' goods? Second, it's useless, who would buy it? Third, if we want to expand production, where can we find so many alchemists?
Last but not least, this is not a new thing. Who doesn’t have some alchemy items? There are substitutes.”

A strange look slowly appeared on Horn's face.

According to what Pasrick meant, over the thousands of years, this small Black Snake Bay has been constantly incubating and producing alchemical products that have greatly increased productivity.

With these high-tech technologies, they kept them secret and used them only in a small area.

Horn has always believed that whether the Savior Army wants to fight against the Imperial Army or bring new life to the Thousand River Valley, it must first achieve industrialization, at least primitive industrialization.

However, there are two major difficulties in the process of industrialization or modernization: one is capital and the other is technology.

Originally, the funds could be obtained by various means, and it could be barely raised by bleeding a little from both inside and outside.

But since this is a different world, most of Horn's hometown's technologies are useless in this world.

For example, water vapor can penetrate the void, metals hardly conduct electricity, and gunpowder does not explode.

If Horn wanted to industrialize the technology, all he could do was to teach the methodology, give vague directions, and then wait for them to bear fruit.

This process cannot be accomplished overnight, and the Royal School of Natural Theology of the Papal States that he established was created for this purpose.

If the secret parties are really as Pasrick said, each secret party has its own unique skills, maybe these technologies can really cover Horn's needs.

Whenever Horn thought of this, he would feel that the nonsense of the people of Black Snake Bay was outrageous.

The way the secret party wizards use it is like sharpening a high-precision nanochip and tying it to a wooden stick to make a wooden spear.

It seems that the secret party of Black Snake Bay is sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it.

However, Horn touched his chin. Judging from the fierce infighting within the secret party, it would be quite difficult to truly develop the treasure mountain.

We have to think of a good way to make the major secret parties put aside their grudges and jointly develop the project.

With this incident in mind, Horn played the triangle pendant in a good mood.

"Master Pasrick, I have a task for you. Write me a list of all similar alchemical products you know of, and also indicate which secret party they belong to." Horn put away the pendant and said to Pasrick.

"All?" Pasrick showed his usual tired expression on his face.

"Everyone!" Horn emphasized again, and waved to Mormont, "Mormont..."

Mormont stepped forward and bowed slightly. "I am here, your majesty."

"I will assign you an alchemist, I mean, a natural priest, and try to equip all the holy musketeers with the electric gold pendant before the end of the month. Can you do it?"

"Yes, I will try my best, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)