"What, why don't you make sheet iron first, roll it up and then glue it together? Is that what humans do? " The dwarf Suok's face was incredible. He rubbed his beard and said, "it's OK from the shape, but it's not strong enough. It's not my boast. I've seen weapons made by human craftsmen. Most of them are just waste to us. "
What the dwarf Suok despises is the human craftsmen in this world, not on earth. Zhao Mai didn't take it to heart at all. No matter how strong the craftsman of dwarves is, can they have the power of ten thousand ton forging press?
Green seems to agree that dwarf craftsmen are much better than human craftsmen. If Suok's musket is fired, or if he only brings out ordinary swords, the merchants in neibo will treat him as a VIP. It's not Zhao Mai's turn to find such a treasure.
Three people check the list again and again to make sure everything is ready, so they work separately. Suok, the dwarf, had to make molds first. Instead of using wooden molds first and then making clay molds, he made them directly from large pieces of rock. Dwarf is very good at using rock tools, and he has a commendable ability in this aspect.
Zhao Mai mysteriously took a box of gold smelting raw materials and began to make granular powder. In terms of explosive power, powder powder burns more quickly and releases more power instantly. But the bullet needs a continuous thrust in the barrel, especially when the seal is not up to the standard, longer burning time can produce higher muzzle velocity. The only thing Zhao Mai can't be sure about is the relationship between particle size, bullet weight and barrel length. It's hard to do standardized and accurate experiments here, so the general direction is there, and the rest is up to fate.
"Which God is in charge of the craftsman? Do I need to pray to him?"
"Oh, I've done it. Don't worry about it." Green can't help a craftsman, but he never leaves out such a trifle.
In addition to praying to God, offering offerings, and buying meals, green also deals with the contact of the trio. The theft of the fireplace hotel is not over yet. We have to catch the thief before we can make a delivery. The fat boss is afraid that the residents will be stolen from his shop - he is not very worried about the drinkers being stolen - so he is urging the town sheriff to close the case as soon as possible.
To close the case as soon as possible is not to get things back as soon as possible. Green was clear about the demands of these businessmen and cooperated with them to reach an agreement with the victims as soon as possible. It's too troublesome to catch the thief and recover the treasure. Generally, this kind of thing will go to the local thieves' Guild and ask them to take out part of the money to buy peace.
So the sheriff would say to the victim, "we have found the thief. They resisted arrest and were killed by us. Your lost property has not been found. They may have sold it. But we found some stolen money. Maybe the money you lost and sold is also in it. These thieves are also involved in several other cases, so you can't get all the money. What on earth have you lost? "
No matter what is lost, as long as it's not worthless, the sheriff will give some gold coins to the victim. In the case of Zhao Mai alone, the salt has come back. No matter how much money the sheriff takes out, is it a net profit? As for what green found in the robber's nest, Zhao maiming said it had nothing to do with him. He didn't even want to know.
Back to the blacksmith shop. Since it spans two worlds, there is no need to repeat the formula and manufacturing method of granular powder here. Anyway, when Zhao Mai finishes his work, Sok's mold is ready. When green came back, the three men worked together and began to melt the molten iron.
Zhao Mai is in charge of the air box, green is in charge of adding pulverized coal and tools, and Sok is dedicated to controlling the iron ingot. In fact, only the dwarves really contribute. The other two are busy.
"The temperature is still a little low. I wish it could be higher." The dwarf looked at the fire with some regret.
"Green, just throw a handful of toner in!" Zhao Mai's tongue is as long as his grain reserve.
Sprinkle toner had an effect, surprise eyes burst out from Sok's eyebrows. He rubbed his hands hard, and the blood red light came from the palm of his hand, and then went up along his wrist and arm until it covered his elbow.
"What is this, dwarf spell?" Zhao Mai just began to ask, was green "shush" once: "don't disturb him."
Molten iron poured into the mold, and then Sok would lie outside the mold and listen. He hit the mold with his knuckles, then picked up a hammer and knocked around. Zhao Mai's eyes widened and he couldn't guess what he was doing.
So the dwarf listened, knocked, swayed and repeated. After a while, he grabbed the mold in both hands and pulled it out. The stone broke into small pieces, and a thick and long barrel appeared in front of everyone.
The iron hasn't completely cooled down. It's still red. The dwarf didn't need pincers. He grabbed it directly. The red light faded slightly, but it also protected his hands from the heat. Any craftsman should pursue a touch. Dwarf has a way to directly grasp the red iron bar. Who can compare the touch with him?
This two meter long barrel is like a long stick, turning around in the hands of the dwarf. Pick up the pliers and draw a mark, which seems to be the position to be cut off later. Sok motioned to Zhao Mai and green to step back, and then cast the dwarf's craftsman spell.This spell gives people the feeling that it is very easy. The special effects of light and shadow can give you ten, but you really can't understand what he is doing. The sonorous dwarf script appears in the air, then advances along the red arm of the dwarf, and finally is pressed into the iron tube by the palm. At the same time, Sok raised the sledgehammer and banged it, either light or heavy, or straight or oblique, sometimes with the force of rotation at the moment when the hammer touched the iron pipe.
Won't this bend the hollow pipe? If there is a bulge on the inner wall, it's easy to burst the bore Zhao Mai is in a hurry, but he can't find a chance to remind him. Suok, a dwarf, has his own rhythm when he works. He doesn't even leave a gap for others to interrupt.
It seemed that the pipe was not good enough. From time to time, Suok the dwarf would plug the pipe into the fire again. "Heat up, add toner!" The sound of the sound is loud and clear. However, this moment he is speaking dwarf language, green translation after Zhao Mai can understand. It is said that life is the best teacher. Zhao Mai's first two short words are "heating capacity" and "adding toner".
Sok repeatedly beat for a long time, the outer wall of the pipe is still uneven, at this time, even green is a little confused. Two humans squatted on one side, occasionally took a sip of ale to cool down, patiently waiting.
"All right!" The dwarf dipped the iron pipe in the sink and still rubbed it. The residual red light on his arm gradually faded and returned to normal. "Let's take a break and have something to eat."
Zhao Mai couldn't help but be curious. He took the pipe up when it was cold. The smooth and beautiful iron pipe is perfect, without any concave convex and defects. He could only admire it, then scratched his head and sighed: "magic is amazing..."