Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 332 Bait
The next day, early morning.

A loud roar woke up all the servants in the castle.

Just as everyone was filled with fear, Dylan, the deputy butler, walked back to the castle in a daze.

"Just now... that was the commotion made by the wizard, wasn't it?" Old Bard with the horse face had been keeping watch at the castle gate, so he saw Yaro and Deputy Butler Dylan go out together.

"Uh... um!" Dylan, the deputy butler, snapped out of his daze and replied perfunctorily.

Old Bard, with his horse-like face, peeked out the door and whispered, "Has the wizard... left?"

"gone."

Upon hearing that Yaro had left, the previously timid old man with the horse-like face, Bard, suddenly gained confidence and immediately began to complain: "How many guards do we have? If we don't block the news, how many more refugees and bandits might pass by?"

"They even said that as long as we guard the castle at night, what if the refugees suddenly attack the castle during the day?"

"There are only so many guards in total. Most of them are on night watch. How many of them will have the energy to fight during the day?"

Although Old Bader with the horse face had never heard the saying "You can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days," he still knew the similar meaning.

"Why didn't you tell him when the wizard was here?"

"How could I dare!" Old Bard, with his horse-like face, nervously peeked out the door, then turned back and whispered, "Dylan, now that the wizard is gone, should we... continue to keep the news under wraps?"

Let bygones be bygones. There aren't many people who escaped and want to come back. As long as a dozen or so fully armed guards are stationed at key points and they stop anyone who wants to return, the news can be kept under wraps.

Dylan, the deputy butler, also lowered his voice: "Didn't the wizard already make all the arrangements last night? What are you still worried about?"

"Arrangements? Is the tattered cloth being pieced together on the castle rooftop an arrangement?"

Needless to say, the rag that old Bud was referring to was the hot air balloon.

As if realizing that his voice was a bit too loud, Old Bard simply gave up and went all out.

"Yes, I know, that thing is amazing, it can fly!"

"But what's the use?"

"Even if they can see refugees rushing towards the castle in advance, will the guards who keep watch every night have enough fighting power?"

"Even if all the guards stop keeping watch, how many of us are there? A few dozen! With so few people, can we suppress wave after wave of refugees and bandits?"

"That tattered cloth flying high in the sky will actually be the most attractive treasure!"

It must be said that although Bard usually keeps quiet, he does have his own thoughts and ideas.

“The wizard has his reasons, you… don’t need to overthink it,” Dylan, the deputy butler, looked toward a shady corner of the corridor where dozens of strange iron balls were piled up.

Yes, what considerations could there be?
Instead of doing something as simple as closing the floodgates, they insisted on letting the news leak out and allowing that restless torrent to be unleashed.

Even if so many powerful and magical things were left behind, what use would they serve?

……

Thinking of the bomb that had just been tested, Yaro shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"Its power is a bit weak."

Although he already knew that the saltpeter with residual ice magic would affect the power, Yaro did not expect the power to be so much weaker.

Three kilograms of gunpowder made from unrefined raw materials, when placed inside a bomb casing also decorated with magic patterns, produced an explosion with less power than one kilogram of gunpowder.

"The residual ice magic is far more serious than the water not being completely removed."

Thinking of the gunpowder scattered everywhere during the explosion, Yaro took out his experimental journal from his spatial ring and began summarizing what had just happened. 'So much gunpowder hadn't fully burned; it probably affected more than just the combustion effect.'

The explosion happened in an instant.

'Was it because of the residual ice magic that the gunpowder's combustion paused for a moment, and the resulting impact dispersed the unburned gunpowder?'

'Conversely, since ice magic can have a sustained effect on gunpowder during an explosion, could we infuse sulfur with fire magic to make the explosion even more powerful?'

Thinking about the principle of gunpowder explosion, Yaro shook his head.

The explosion of black powder is a chemical reaction between saltpeter, sulfur, and carbon, which produces a huge amount of expanding gas.

Even with the addition of fire magic, the amount of gas produced by the chemical reaction cannot be increased. A small amount of fire magic can only make the gunpowder burn more completely.

However, the bomb casing designed by Yaro already had magical patterns and structures added to promote combustion.

A small amount of fire magic not only fails to enhance the power significantly, but also makes the gunpowder more unstable, increasing the likelihood of it exploding.

Even with the addition of a large amount of fire magic, disregarding cost and the issue of automatic gunpowder activation,

—Is that thing a bomb or an exploding flint?

This kind of physical addition is meaningless.

Instead of continuing to research gunpowder, it would be better to develop a more powerful gunpowder directly.

For example, guncotton.

For example, TNT is the unit of measurement for bombs.

For example, the classic gunpowder invented by Nobel.

If we compare the explosive power of equal mass of black powder to '1', then guncotton is '12.6', TNT is '13.8', and that classic gunpowder is '16'.

TNT has the best stability, and if possible, Yaro would like to make this too, but unfortunately... his memories from his past life are a bit distant, and Yaro doesn't remember much, nor does he have the internet to search for information.

Guncotton could be considered, but its low density means that its explosive power for the same volume is less than that of gunpowder.

That classic explosive could also be considered, since we learned about it in middle school. We can meet the requirements by connecting a few key points.

However, this production process inevitably generates a lot of chemical pollution, which is not only easy to expose, but also very complicated to produce because many intermediate products are not finished products. Therefore, Yaro has never prepared it in the academy.

But here, nobody cares about him.

There is another crucial problem: Yaro has no way to obtain large quantities of oils, and without oils, it is impossible to produce glycerin on a large scale.

Yaro gazed intently into the distance, looking towards the direction of the castle.

"Although the Jungle House's wanted poster did not mention the final explosion, didn't those who were tracking it know about it?"

"Judging from the fact that the final explosion was not mentioned in the wanted poster, it seems that Mentor Bosco took the blame. However, the fact that he has a spatial ring can be clearly seen on the recording stone."

"He has a spatial ring, or he's the one who caused that explosion."

"Wouldn't the wizards who are tracking me be wary that I still have some bombs left?"

Once you look into it, you'll discover the clues.

Afterwards, whether they act carelessly or cautiously, they will eventually appear.

(End of this chapter)