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Chapter 161 Visiting an Old Friend

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. When Frederick was leading the workers to deal with the expansion of the pouring columns, a manor outside Cologne welcomed distinguished guests.

The guest was familiar with the owner here, and asked the owner's wife where the owner was, then came to the study with the wine bottle, took out two crystal wine glasses from the tea cabinet, poured the wine, and put it on the desk.

The golden wine exudes the aroma of apples, with a faint taste of mint, and the crystal clear glass wall is full of bubbles.

Dahlberg, the Grand Duke of Mainz, sat on the chair opposite the desk, and said with a displeased face: "Help me freeze the wine. Well, you are not a person without money, why don't you install an air conditioner in the study, sir You suffer here in hot weather. If you don’t have money, just tell me, and I’ll give you two.”

The head of the Rhine Alliance royal mage group and the "God of Burning Law" Becher didn't even raise his head. He continued to write and draw with one hand, and took a glass of cider with the other hand. The glass left on the table changed in the blink of an eye. It was hot, and the steam with the aroma of wine came out.

Dahlberg continued to chatter and say: "Oh, I thought I was going to make peace this time, and help you lower the ransom, but I didn't expect you to run away. It's a pity, I still want to make some money in the middle." The price difference."

Becher still ignored him until Dahlberg asked, "Hey, I heard that your 'phlogiston theory' was overthrown by this little fellow Frederick?"

These words were very irritating, and Becher raised his head suddenly, and said seriously: "The phlogiston theory has not been overthrown, he just discovered problems that we have not yet explained."

A smile appeared on the corner of Dahlberg's mouth, he picked up the hot fruit wine on the table, a ring flashed on his hand, and the drink immediately became cold to relieve the heat.

He took a sip of the sweet and sour cider, and said provocatively: "What about the double-slit experiment of the fire element, did you find an explanation? I heard that other magicians experimented with other magic elements, and it also appeared There is a corresponding phenomenon."

Becher looked suspiciously at his old friend of decades in front of him, and asked, "Why, you are already 80 years old, and you are actually interested in academic research on magic?"

"You don't know?" Dahlberg asked in surprise, "Wessenburg University has published a magazine called "Magic", which contains many papers on magic research, and these are the latest talking points."

Becher gave a curious "Oh", and Dahlberg began to show off proudly: "I also wrote a paper on whether the fire element is a particle or a wave, and the journal replied that it will be published in the issue of this month. One published."

"Hmph, let me tell you that the ranking of articles in this magazine is very particular. The more important articles are placed at the front, the first one is the most important article of this month."

Burning Dharma God's head is full of question marks. The guy in front of him who is talking has said since he was a child, "I don't need to study magic, just hire a magician when I need it." If his father hadn't held a whip Smoke, he really doesn't learn at all.

This guy can actually publish magic papers now, and it is still the most cutting-edge particle theory and wave theory field, no matter how you look at it, it is not true.

"Hello!" Becher frowned and asked, "Could it be that you sold someone's paper and published it under your own name?"

"Slander!" Dahlberg's eyes widened for a moment, "You are slandering me out of jealousy!"

Becher sneered, and said calmly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, magicians like to play tricks on a rich man like you, they will leave flaws in the results, and run away after taking the money. you."

"Don't tell me what you wrote. I'll ask someone to buy the magazine back. If there is any problem, I will be the first to submit an article to refute and laugh at you."

Dahlberg replied confidently, "Just try."

Seeing how confident he was, Becher was suddenly at a loss, because many magic experiments cost a lot of money, and these wealthy landowners with mines in their families might be able to make some new discoveries by spending money.

He also stopped discussing academic issues, so as not to feel overwhelmed when talking about experimental funding, he asked, "Why do you come to me when you have time?"

Dahlberg took a sip of cider and said, "I've come to tell you that I've published a paper, and I'll stop by to see His Majesty William."

Becher understood that the state of the royal family after the Six-Day War was not good, especially after the king woke up from a coma, he seemed to be in a bad state of mind, but the news had been blocked, and the princes had to wait for the wind.

"How is the King's health?" he asked. "I have no news from here either."

Dalberg took another sip of the cider, and did not say how the king was doing, but asked him, "I heard that you are doing something for Frederick?"

Becher understood immediately.

The words of the Grand Duke of Mainz carry a lot of weight. He said that the king is good, so he is really good. If there is a problem with the king, there will be a problem if there is no problem.

Everyone knows that when the king may have something to do, if he doesn't say it's all right, it means that His Majesty really has something to do.

Becher gently put the gold dip pen in his hand on the pen holder, leaned back on the chair and thought for a moment, then asked his old friend: "Is there any job with low salary and high salary?"

Dahlberg gave him a blank look and replied, "How about the job of the Grand Duke of Mainz?"

"It's not impossible." Becher made an appearance of seriously considering the feasibility, "It's just that putting a piece of wood in that position won't cause trouble, maybe it's better than now, it's too wasteful for my nerds to do it Talented."

Dahlberg said angrily, "That's really aggrieved."

Then he stopped joking and said, "The nerd in your family can go to Wesson's. Their translation team is very short of talents who can understand multiple languages."

Becher took the wine glass and took a sip of the cider, savoring the coolness of mint between the sweet and sour, and then pointed to what was just written on the desk and said: "I plan to send the third child to Wesson's place. Wesson intends to use magic to smelt steel and boil water, I have studied it, as long as the utilization efficiency of magic elements is improved, it is feasible."

"Now I'm sorting out some of my ideas and handing them over to the third child, let her go there and tinker."

Dahlberg narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Becher steadily, as if he wanted to see through him.

Becher didn't care, raised his glass and studied the cider.

Dahlberg asked him, "Are you willing to send your precious little girl to Wessen?"

Becher nodded slightly.

There was a smile on the corner of Dahlberg's mouth, and he pinched his chin and said, "Well, she's not familiar with the place by herself, I'll let someone in my family take care of her."

Becher said indifferently: "I don't care about the children's affairs."

Dahlberg asked him again: "Where's your boss?"

Becher took a sip of his wine, sighed and replied: "I let him return to the territory, and the days of peace may be less and less."

"There are more and more conflicts between the Piast Kingdom and the Osmarga Empire in Bohemia, and the war is inevitable."

"If the Osmaga Empire loses, or shows signs of decline, the princes they control in the east will have to reshuffle the cards. The war cannot be stopped, and it will definitely affect us."

Dahlberg gulped down the cider in his glass and sighed deeply.

After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm going to upgrade the crossbowmen in my territory to riflemen. I'll invite people from Wesson to train next year. Your family should also send some people over."

"Really?!" Becher was taken aback. He saw the last battle of the Six-Day War from beginning to end, and he was no stranger to the weapons of the Wesson Army.

Dahlberg shrugged and replied: "It's not a rifle that can fire many bullets at a time, which is used by the main force of the army, but a folding rifle that can only fire one bullet at a time. It is sold in large quantities by the people, and it is good for defending the city."

Becher thought about it, this is normal, no one would sell the most important weapon, it would be nice to be able to buy a civilian version.

"By the way," he asked again, "can you help me buy some high-yield wheat seeds in Wessen?"

Dahlberg smiled wryly and said, "Not this year, they don't have enough land on their own, and I can't even buy it. Next year."

Becher has nothing to say but to wait another year.

He suddenly asked seriously: "How far do you think Wesson can go in the future?"

"I don't know." Dahlberg poured cider into his empty wine glass, "It may stop here, or it may exceed our imagination, it's uncertain."

"If he swallows the neighboring Franken Principality and the Legens Union before he turns 25, then no one in the Rhine Union can stop his footsteps, and maybe he can restore the glory of the empire."

Becher nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)