When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 759 Very Secret

When Horn entered the study, he happened to see Dunak holding a pen to the light.

"This is called Dick's Golden Pen," Horn introduced. "It's a feather pen made of steel, but it's not very easy to use so far. It either leaks ink or is out of ink, and it often tears the paper."

Sliding his rough fingers across the surface of the pen tip, the old dwarf scraped it against his skin: "Is Dick the name of the inventor?"

"Yes, he is also a dwarf, Halkin's cousin."

"How much money can he make from this patent?"

"The production rights in Langsand County are priced at 400 gold pounds." Horn poured the old dwarf a cup of black tea. "There are about two workshops currently conducting trial production. A Dick Gold Pen costs about 2 gold pounds, but not many people buy it."

Dunak suddenly licked the tip of the pen with his tongue. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Is it stamped with heavy steel, then cut with hot rays, and then water-quenched with chemicals to eliminate the internal forces?"

Horn glanced at the privy monk at the door, and the shock in the monk's eyes said it all.

"Hmph, a trivial trick." Dunaco jumped onto the sofa in Horn's office and curiously touched this piece of furniture he had never seen before. "Two grains of hard copper are soldered to the tip of the pen, so it won't pierce the paper or leak ink."

"Remember this and let Dick and the others give it a try."

Having been in this world for so long, Horn has some understanding of the metallurgical classification system here.

Including dwarves, metals are always classified into four types: gold, silver, copper and iron. All other metals are derivatives of these four metals.

For example, mithril, mercury, fine gold, fine iron (steel), orichalcum, etc. The metal that looks like the one you like is the gold or silver.

Most metallurgical methods are wet methods, using various reagents to extract and replace metals.

Some metallurgical processes are quite slow. For example, steel has to be carburized little by little using carburizing agents and wood ash.

It takes more than twice as much time and manpower as a blast furnace, and its efficiency is too poor.

Seeing that no one in the room had left, Dunak suddenly took out a lamp from his arms.

"This is?"

"The Lamp of Silence." Dunak stretched out his hand and dragged the low table towards him. "Our voices will not be heard within the range of the light."

Horn looked at this thing in surprise. The dwarf also had a lot of good treasures in his hands.

"Before we begin our conversation," Dunak's voice was deep and mysterious, "Have you seen the dragon under Tiannu City?"

"Do you know there is a dragon under Tiannv City?" The old dwarf's first sentence scared Horn.

A dwarf elder of the Dragon Worship Cult actually knew that there are real dragons in this world?
"Of course I know. Apart from me, the other four elders of the Dragon Worship Cult all know about it." Dunak rolled his eyes. "We worship the ancient dragon, not that little lizard that is lingering on."

Horn was even more surprised: "Ms. Cynthia is not a dragon?"

"She's a dragon, fine." The old dwarf shook his head, his beard swung, "but she just has the body of a dragon. Have you ever seen a savage raised by monkeys? Cynthia is that type."

So Cynthia is a dragon who has lost her heritage of knowledge, but didn’t she say she knows dragon language magic?

As if he had guessed Horn's thoughts, the old dwarf said bluntly: "Dragons have blood inheritance, but it also requires adult dragons to explain. Therefore, we, the dwarves of the Dragon Worship Cult, are the true inheritors of dragons."

Dragon Cult... Heir... Dragon Magic...

Horn seemed to understand something. He took a sip of coffee to calm himself down, then asked, "Have you Dragon Worshipers been forging with dragon language magic?"

"It's pretty clever, but Dragon Magic is a stupid name. The correct translation should be "Ether Deduction Based on the Dragon Language Message Network"."

"So your key metallurgical technologies all rely on Dragon Language?"

"Part of it, and part of it is inherited from the dwarven gods.

It's just that we don't have a natural furnace like a volcano, so we have to use dragon language forging.

Humans have spent their entire lives trying to figure out how to make metal, but they can’t figure it out. It’s actually a magical creation. Isn’t that ironic?”

Horn opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Dunak took a sip of the black tea and looked down at the brown tea soup: "Now do you know why we don't want to disclose the process?
If it is really announced, the dwarf will become a street rat like a witch. "

The room fell silent, save for the ticking of the clock.

Frowning and taking a sip of coffee, Horn thought for three minutes before speaking: "But dwarves don't know spells, not even alchemy, right?"

"That's true. Our dwarven etheric technology is not compatible with the so-called dragon language magic." Dunak chuckled, "But we have our own way.

Do you know why the Dragon Sleeping Mountains are called the Dragon Sleeping Mountains? Do you know why we call this ore Broken Dragon Bones? "

Horn was stunned by his question: "Are you saying that the broken dragon bones are real dragon bones?"

"To be precise, the Dragon Sleeping Mountains are the graveyard of ancient dragons. Broken dragon bones are minerals derived from dragon corpses. They are the medium through which we perform dragon language magic."

These dwarves really rely on the remains of dragons to make alchemy!

No wonder they regard broken dragon bones as sacred objects, no wonder they worship dragons, now I understand.

Just like monks must worship Myrcella to use divine magic, dwarves must worship dragons to use special forging techniques.

But in this case, revealing this secret would be a heavy burden for the dwarves.

"Now you understand our difficulties, right?" Dunak said calmly, "I can work for you, but I cannot make the core metallurgical technology public, let alone register it as a patent."

"I see." Horn nodded. "Your metallurgy is valuable enough for us."

However, since the dwarves use dragon magic just like Cynthia, would they know anything about the Starforge Gears?

"Have you ever heard of star-cast gears? The kind of metal that connects the gears that turn on stars?"

"I haven't heard of it. Can you let me see it?"

Horn lifted up the floor of the room and pointed at a star-cast gear as big as a washbasin: "Here."

This gear is used to supply water and is not working at the moment.

The old dwarf immediately came forward, touching and licking, and was so naughty that Horn took two steps back.

"This is a metal I've never seen before. Where did you get it from?" Dunak raised his right hand. "I swear I won't tell anyone else about it."

Horn didn't want to tell him at first, but after all, the old dwarf might have some relevant clues, so he told him anyway.

However, he concealed various key information, including the wolf girl and the Ether Spire, and added a lot of false content.

"I see." Dunak stroked the gear. "This is a brand new material. The Dragon Language Forging Technique we have mastered does not contain any relevant content."

Horn's face darkened: "So Cynthia lied to us?"

“Not necessarily, no one knows how much Cynthia has learned from the inheritance.

According to what you said, since the witch created this gear, she might have used dragon language magic.

Although alchemy was developed from Dragon Language, it has undergone a lot of transformations and its path is now very different."

"Okay." Horn opened his mouth and was about to ask again, but he heard a hurried knock on the door.

"Sorry." Horn apologized and stood up and opened the door. "Didn't I tell you that unless it's an emergency, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the privy monk leaned over to Horn's ear and whispered rapidly.

In an instant, Horn's face changed drastically.

"What do you mean? What happened to Gravel Plain?!"

(End of this chapter)