Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 14 Unexpected visitor
"That is to say, you want me to develop a metal tube that can withstand the explosion of gunpowder? Then the explosion of gunpowder pushes the projectile in the metal tube to be launched?"

On the second day after Dierban settled in his room, soldiers came to inform him that the commander had summoned him. Dierban didn't dare to relax, so he packed his clothes and came.

Dirban was very nervous. Although his family had a powerful warlock, he was able to come to this famous territory because of his relationship, but the elders in the family also clearly told him that after this incident, then The old warlock is unlikely to help him in the future, so he has to rely on himself in the future.

The old sorcerer had always been indifferent to his brother's descendants. If it wasn't for family responsibilities, he wouldn't even do this.

Although the old warlock was very passive, his help still played a huge role.

For example, Dirban knew that many apprentices of the mentor had to do some things for the teacher, but he would never encounter such a situation. For the sake of the warlock in his family, the mentor dared not treat him like this .

That's why he looked so positive, and quickly went to the commander's room, without showing any arrogance of a warlock.

And he doesn't have the capital to be proud now, his ability is still too good, he is a complete rookie, as an apprentice who has just graduated from the teacher, he can only say that he is qualified.

After knocking on the door, he hesitated for a while, and then he picked up his mood before knocking on the door.

Dirban was very afraid of Hemei. Hemei was only a few years older than him, but he was able to become the master of such a large territory and manage it so well.

Moreover, the strong self-confidence exuded by Hemei made Dirban feel inferior.

When he came in, the captain was eating, and there was a roast leg of lamb on his table.

Regardless of the fat on it, Hemei skillfully picked up the leg of lamb, cut off the meat with a dagger, dipped it in the salt dish, and put it in his mouth.

And after those ceremonial clichés, Herme made his request, followed by Dirban's words.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I need."

Herme dropped the bone and picked up a napkin beside her to wipe off the grease from her hands.

"There is also a group of craftsmen to cooperate with your work, Master Dierban, your leadership will definitely make this work complete quickly. After the work is completed, as a reward, I will give you a huge donation."

Yes, what Herme wanted to toss about now was artillery.

The witcher world itself had gunpowder technology very early on. Gunpowder has long been widely used in mining. The dwarves of Mahakam have played with this thing even more, but this world has no guns and cannons. science and technology.

Not long after Herme came to Fort Sazar, he made a decision to develop artillery.

Now that the gunpowder technology here is mature, it is only an idea away from the emergence of muskets and artillery, so use it to build an advantage for your own army.

This advantage can be maintained for three to five years, just grasp the time for this weapon to enter the battlefield, and maintain this advantage during the three to five years that will change the entire world situation.

As for why it is only three to five years, it is precisely because of the emergence of guns and artillery that it is only an idea.

You must know that the gunpowder in this world can already be used to carry out treasury robberies. The quality of gunpowder must be sufficient, so after everyone realizes the principle of this weapon, it can be said to be extremely simple to learn.

As for why warlocks were allowed to lead the research, it was because warlocks in the world of witchers were not a group of light-throwing fireballs.

In fact, among warlocks, there are very few combat warlocks, and most warlocks are essentially life research.

This is why this world with backward productivity will always have existence and thinking beyond productivity, and warlocks have always produced something beyond the level of productivity.

Although only the middle and upper classes are radiated, this is enough to have some impact.

Warlocks play a huge role in scientific research. The scenes of Ben Ade's study in Hemei's memory make him clearer than anyone in the territory. The experiments conducted by those professors are even at the level of modern science.

It's just that due to the backward large-scale production environment, they can't transform the results into commodities, and can only radiate a small number of people at most.

Therefore, if there is a warlock in Herme's artillery research, they can accurately understand the impact of the gunpowder explosion on the barrel.

With such data, research will inevitably gain rapid bonuses, and artillery will be produced faster.

For the cannon, Herme spent a lot of money. Copper, iron and gunpowder were all purchased from Aden at high prices. Of course, he hoped that the success would come out earlier, because it was burning money.

But it is worthwhile to master the artillery technology as soon as possible. Anyway, he didn't use it immediately after mastering it, but hid the artillery as a chassis and used it when the time was right.

The period between that "right time" was enough time for Herme to address other issues affecting artillery production.

"Master Herme, I will definitely complete your task."

Durban quickly agreed, his tone was very firm. His firmness was not because of Herme's promise of remuneration, but because he was able to lead such a project that obviously invested a lot of money when he first arrived.

In Herme's description, he became aware of a project that would cost huge sums of money.

Originally, in his prediction, he would have to work in the barony for ten or twenty years to have this opportunity, but now, the commander gave such a big project to him, a young man.

This kind of trust and value made Durban's emotions suddenly aroused. In Ben Ade College, no one had ever given him such trust, let alone the implementation of such a large project.

"Captain Marondo will give you the information as soon as possible, master, I hope you can start working as soon as possible."

Herme was very satisfied with Dirban. This young man did not act recklessly like the students of Ban Ade College. The management of the students in that college has always been lax, and the local residents did not have a good opinion of the students.

This young man does not yet have the arrogance and pretentiousness of a warlock. Hemena has seen many so-called masters who are so arrogant in his memories of studying in Ben Ade.

Dirban naturally hurried to work on the new job he got, while Hemei picked up a report sent by the attendant. Looking at the report, Hemei's face became serious.

And the name of that report was, "Report on the Rumors of the Famine on the Hackland Prairie."

After the heavy snow in winter, Herme was keenly aware of the possible impact of this incident, so she sent people to investigate.

He knew that winter could damage the nomadic economy, so after seeing the heavy snow, he became particularly concerned about it, paying attention to the situation in the Hakland Grassland further east.

He sent people to consciously collect information east of the Zaar River, and the final fruitful result was the report in front of him.

As he read, Herme's expression became more serious. The impact of that winter was much more serious than he thought.

Just when Herme was planning to hold a meeting to discuss how to deal with new problems, his attendant brought another letter. After reading it, Herme immediately ordered the guards to prepare for a long journey. He had to meet an important person in a week.

"Really, it's a surprise that that person actually asked me to meet me at this time..."

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As a bustling city, Sazarburg has always attracted all kinds of characters, and now two heavyweights have come to his territory.

If Hemei knew, he had to come out and take a look, because the person who came was the protagonist of this world.

"This is Fort Sazar? Well, it is indeed full of life, as the Griffin witcher said, and most people don't look at me like a freak."

In front of the city gate of Sazarburg, a man with white hair and two swords on his back paid two copper coins for the city entrance tax, and said in his hoarse voice.

The distribution of local buildings is very orderly. Obviously, the ruler of this place has planned it very early, and the roads are paved with neat planks, just like those in the forest.

And the residents here are obviously not Yi Yi's generation. After so many years, this is the first time he has seen such a scene of everyone wearing a knife. It can be said that militants can be seen everywhere.

He entered the city maintaining an indifferent and tough look, and met those prying eyes with vertical pupils.

This is also his habit, showing such an expression can always avoid trouble to the greatest extent.

But what made him very comfortable was that there were not many discriminations and differences in these eyes, which made him feel a little regretful.

But the voice behind him immediately made him unable to hold back.

"Oh, the scenery here is really different from the north, look, Geralt, that man's hat is really interesting, and that horse, wow, this is the first time I have seen such a horse, this is Huck Lan's product?"

Wearing a purple hat and the same purple clothes, the poet yelled loudly, with a lute on his waist, his voice was very harsh in the ears of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man felt that if he continued like this, those who didn't discriminate against him would have to look at him strangely.

"Enough, Dandelion, stop yelling like a peasant woman, shut up and shut up, damn it, for the sake of the plague, stop looking at others like that."

Along the way, the white-haired man endured the poet's chatter, but until now, he finally couldn't help it.

And the following was the same as before, the poet immediately pushed back,
"My eyes are on my face. You can't restrict a person to see something he hasn't seen. This is his freedom to make an evaluation..."

"Shut up, I said shut up, Dandelion."

The white-haired man obviously understood his friend's temperament, so he shut up two times in a row, and then pulled him away from the street.

"I suspect that if you keep talking and commenting on passers-by, someone will really come to beat you. This is not the north. Didn't you see that those people are carrying weapons with them?"

In the alley, the white-haired man said, the poet finally shut up.

"I'm here to make money, and Shirley will definitely need money in the future, so I came to Hackland. Then you come with me in a shameless manner, and let me drag you down for no reason, So don't mess around, don't trouble me."

"It's that girl again. The witcher turned into an old father who took care of his daughter's future overnight. What kind of inspiration might this trip bring me? Besides, Geralt, what you said was wrong. I might make more money this trip. People here have heard that I am a master. Come to such a remote place, there will be frenzy.”

As if to prove the authenticity of his words, Dandelion walked to the street with his head held high, found a box and stood on it.

"Folks, cheer, I, Dandelion, the famous art master in the north, has come to your humble town, and I will bring you wonderful art!"

However, to Dandelion's surprise, there was no fanatical rushing expression as he had imagined. In fact, most of the people just glanced at him, and continued to be busy with their own affairs.

This is also the wrong place for Dandelion. If it is in a place with more immigrants in the north, there must be fans flocking to it.

But this is a Cossack settlement, and the Cossacks' sense of that flamboyant man is who are you, and they just think this man is inexplicable.

"Don't be ashamed, come down quickly, don't brag about yourself."

Geralt wanted to laugh in his heart, Dandelion's expression was really rare, but he still held back, because if that were the case, the poet would definitely be jumping even more now.

"These guys who don't know how to appreciate art..." Dandelion said angrily. Over the years, he has rarely been so shameless. "It must be a problem with the place. It must be different in another place."

"Yes Yes."

Geralt was perfunctory, he really didn't want to talk nonsense with this guy, and dragged him to find a hotel, the real thing is to settle down sooner.

It's just that after they came to the hotel full of people, they learned a very unexpected thing, there were no rooms - what was even more annoyed was that the boss told them that if they came a few minutes earlier, there were still rooms.

The foreign population of Sazarburg is increasing all the time, so if the movement is a little slow, it is easy to encounter the situation that there is no room.

"Let's go see the lord. I believe that baron will definitely give us a room." Dandelion looked at Herme's main castle. These bumpkins who don't know what art is are different."

Geralt didn't speak, he was a little angry inside, if it wasn't for Dandelion's delay, they wouldn't have no room.

Now it seems that he can only go directly to the local lord, Geralt told himself in his heart, but then he heard a voice that he didn't expect at all.

"Geralt? Dandelion? You're actually here?"

Looking up, the witcher saw an "old acquaintance".

"Dorrigaray, you actually came to Hackland? It's been a long time."

That person was Dorrigale, a warlock who had visited Herme some time ago.

Being able to meet acquaintances in a distant place will always create a sense of intimacy between the two parties, not to mention that their relationship is not bad at all, and Dorrigaray is still very good in nature.

"What are you doing here? Do the local evil spirits need your protection? Or do the basilisks need your research?"

It's just that as the memory of that time came back quickly, he subconsciously uttered such words. Although it seemed very strange, he could swear that he definitely didn't mean that.

And Dorrigaray obviously often experienced such things, "People like you always don't understand the importance of biodiversity, and most of them come here to hunt and kill rare species, and then they become the shoes and clothes of the rich... Oh, demon hunter, it’s just in time for you to come. I happen to have a job for you. I’m here to study the biological ecology of Harkland. Good guard, how about it, do you want to go with me? The reward will not be less for you."

"Well, Dorrigare, I wonder if you just know that I need a job right now, then..."

Just as Geralt was about to discuss work matters with Dorrigare, a sound of hoofbeats suddenly caught their attention.

It was a team of fully armed riders, each with a machete and a bow and arrow, and the falcon flag was flying above their heads.

At the head was a man in plate armor with a rich fur cloak, and instead of a helmet he wore a costly fur hat.

Pedestrians on the street gave way very calmly, because the speed of these riders was not in a hurry, and some northern immigrants bowed respectfully to the riders.

"Is that... the local lord?"

Geralt watched the riders leave and said, for some reason, he felt that the rider in the lead had watched him for a long time.

"Yes, he is the lord of this place, the Baron of Sazarburg, the Commander of Hackland, Herme Botterdam, and under normal circumstances, he prefers people to call him the Commander."

Dorrigalei introduced Herme, "He is a good lord. Being able to manage this barren land like it is now shows that he is very capable."

And when Dorrigaray was commenting on Herme, Herme was also recalling the scene she had just seen.

White hair, two swords on his back, and that flamboyant poet in purple clothes, this combination is too iconic now, could it be...

Yes, Herme realized that he saw the protagonist of this world, the witcher who was arguably at the heart of the struggle, Geralt of Rivia.

Subconsciously, Herme wanted to turn around and meet this legendary figure, get to know him well, and it would be best to have a few words with him.

But Herme resisted the feeling that he had more important things to do now, and he had to do that first.

And thinking about it from another direction, it's good to keep a distance from that white-haired demon hunter. After all, if he slipped up and revealed something, he might be involved in the struggle in the future.

Geralt still had a close relationship with those sorceresses. Herme thought that those sorceresses were afraid, otherwise the necklaces and bracelets would not be mixed with magic gold. He didn't want those women to notice him so early
But now, the first thing to do is to go to the border to see for himself, because according to the report he received, a large-scale war will break out on the grassland in a short time, and he needs to determine what the situation on the border is like.

Through this winter, he set up many fortifications and outposts along the Zaar River, and it is best to keep the war out of his territory as much as possible.

And this is just by the way, the most important thing is that on the border, there is an important Cossack Ataman waiting for him there.

(End of this chapter)