What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

You know, in order to find Krelz, they turned the entire vicinity of Vienna upside down, and Vanti worked overtime for a long time. But there is still no clue. What they didn't expect was that Krelz actually came to Orila City! And not far from Fran.

"So where is he now?" Fran grabbed Goronil excitedly and asked.

Suddenly, Fran came close to her face, and Gorronil's face immediately flushed slightly, but she still said: "The great sage has not gone anywhere. He is still in the tribe."

Chapter 54 It's You!

"What! Take me to see him! I have something important to discuss with him!" Fran said immediately after hearing Gorronil's words. But she soon realized that she was now in the dwarf tribe.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Goronil said immediately, "That's our great sage! You're a human, why should I take you to see him! Although you have a strong talent for mathematics and are very cute...

Without waiting for her to finish, Fran ordered the soldiers behind her to raise their guns.

"You! You're pointing a gun at me? What do you want to do!" Gorronil immediately became nervous. Although they had not successfully developed the musket, they were very familiar with the power of the musket after hearing Krelz's description. Looking at the black barrel of the gun, all the dwarves present became nervous.

Fran certainly didn't want to go to war with the dwarves, so he ordered the guards to find a wall and then pulled the trigger.

Along with bursts of noise, several holes immediately appeared on the wall.

The sound and power instantly shocked all the dwarves present.

Gorronil was stunned for a long time, and then he said in surprise: "You! You! A mere human actually made it!"

"To be exact, it was not made by us humans." Fran smiled and said, "It was made by the cooperation of many races. This includes your great sage Kreltz. If it weren't for the blueprint he left behind, we wouldn't be able to make it in such a short time. Just for this reason, I am very happy.

Do you guys meet him?"

"Wait a moment, I have to ask the great sage if he is free." Gorronil said, "But this is not the reason you came here!"

"When I knew Krelz was here, other purposes were no longer important."

Goronil led Fran and the others to a dilapidated hut. Contrary to her previous behavior, Goronil walked to the door respectfully, knocked twice, and then said, "Teacher, are you there? There is a guest who wants to see you."

After a while, the door opened and a goblin walked out from behind the door. It was also the goblin that Fran had always dreamed of.

"It's you!" However, when Fran saw the goblin in front of her, she screamed in surprise.

"Who are you?" Kreltz looked at Fran in front of him with some confusion.

Fran discovered that she not only knew Kreltz, but was an old acquaintance.

Because she had met him once not long after she came to this world. At that time, she had just been knocked to the ground by the explosion, and among the goblins standing in front of her was Kreltz.

Compared to other goblins, this goblin is full of muscles and his eyes are full of wisdom. He stands out among the thin goblins who only know orcs.

After being sacrificed to the demon world, Fran has been brooding over this matter.

Goblins would actually ambush and use threatening tactics to avoid the enemy's attack. You should know that most goblins would only rush forward and run back if they were not doing well.

Now that I think about it, it must have been Krelz who was directing all this.

Although Fran was impressed by Kreltz, it was impossible for him to remember the human he had caught accidentally. Fran did not delve into it too much, so she said, "Hello, Mr. Kreltz. I am a friend of Balam. I saw your drawings in the blacksmith shop and I benefited a lot from them. I have always wanted to cooperate with you.

I have been looking for you for a long time for this.”

"So they are Balam's friends." Krelz smiled and said in very standard common language: "How are those rookies?"

Rookie? He is the chief of his own workshop. But considering Kreltz's ability, he should look down on them.

"Not bad." Fran handed the musket to Krelz, and then said, "Thanks to your drawings, we made the musket in the shortest time possible."

"You actually succeeded!" This time it was Krelz's turn to be incredulous: "Can you, can you give it a try?"

Fran nodded, and then had her men successfully test fire again.

"Not simple!" After seeing the effect, Krelz was amazed, and then said: "Although I left the drawings, I never mentioned its working principle. Baram and his group of men are so stubborn that they definitely can't figure it out. The only possibility is that you figured it out. I wonder if you are...

"Flan!" She introduced herself, "The current mayor of Orila City."

Bang.

Hearing this, the wrench in Krelz's hand fell to the ground.

"You, you are actually the city lord!" Krelz said, "How incredible! A city lord who knows mechanics has come to Orila City!"

What you said is, how despicable was the former city lord in your eyes?

"Hahaha! Since he is a friend of our teacher's friend, he must be a friend of our dwarf race!" At this time, Gorronil said, "Let's go! Lord Mayor, please come this way! If there is anything else, we can talk about it after the banquet!"

"Wait..." Fran wanted to say something, but Gorronil grabbed her neck, and the huge cream on her chest kept splashing onto her face.

Goronil said, "Ram, Rem, tell the kitchen to take away all those inferior dishes and wine! Replace them with the best! Stop talking about these boring things all the time, we're going to drink."

"Yes." Two dwarf lolis with unusual hair color and wearing maid outfits bowed gracefully, then turned and left.

Now that Gorronil, the clan leader, had spoken, Fran couldn't say anything else.

The group soon arrived at the dwarf's main building.

Although their food was very crude, it was delicious with wine. Fran also fully appreciated the enthusiasm of the dwarves. She had only been sitting for a few minutes when the dwarves poured her many glasses of wine, and she began to feel dizzy.

When people drink, both their reason and courage will be confused, and their words will become bolder.

However, Fran no longer remembered these things. She only remembered that she was carried by her subordinates into the room prepared by the dwarves, and after being served by the two dwarves with unusual hair color, she fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, Fran slept very soundly that night and didn’t even have the strange dream she had the night before.

When she woke up, it was already the next day.

"My head hurts!" Fran felt dizzy just after waking up.

"My dear Miss City Lord, you are finally awake." Catherine said tiredly, "I must forbid you to touch any alcohol from now on."

"I, what happened?" Fran asked, but she found that Catherine had changed her clothes. She asked cautiously, "I won't vomit on you...

"Stop! Don't delve into this issue any further. I don't want to try to recall last night's painful experience again." Catherine said, "But compared to this, the heroic words you said at the wine table surprised all the dwarves."

"Ha! What did I say?" Fran was shocked. She had no memory at all. Did she have a blackout?

"You took advantage of the alcohol and criticized the entire dwarven mathematical system! You said it in a very harsh way. Do you know that? The faces of those dwarven scholars beside you turned green." Catherine said: "If their chief hadn't stopped them, I think they would have wanted to smash you to death with a hammer!"

"There is such a thing." Fran felt a chill in her heart.

Now the minerals and Krelz are in the hands of the gray dwarves. If the relationship with them is broken, his next plan will be seriously hindered.

But if I had only said these words while I was drunk, I could still make up for it. After all, Fran had already seen the problem with their math teaching.

It seems that I should listen to Catherine and drink less in the future, Fran said secretly in her heart.

"That's fine if that's the case." Catherine said angrily, "You even pointed at Gorronil's nose and said she was a short-legged little cow, saying that small breasts are temporary, but short legs are lifelong! Do you know how embarrassing that was? You're not much taller than her, but you kept laughing at her for having short legs!

The dwarves in the tribe laughed at their leader's height. Lord Mayor, you are really brave."

What? Is this what I said?

Although I am really jealous...

But you shouldn’t say such things!

It's over, it's over. Whether they can come back safely or not is secondary. The only thing is whether they can get back alive from here.

Fran was thinking when suddenly there was a knock on the door, which scared her.

Chapter 55: What Happened After Drinking

"Are they going to attack us?" Fran immediately took a defensive stance.

"If they wanted to kill you, they would have done it at the banquet. Why would they wait until you woke up?" Catherine rolled her eyes at Fran and opened the door.

The person who came was the dwarf chieftain Gorronil.

"Well done, my Lord Mayor!" Gorronil said straight to the point, "How dare you call me short-legged in front of so many dwarves! As a human being, you are really brave!"

"I'm drunk," Fran said. But looking at Gorronil's cheerful face, she was obviously not angry.

"Forget it! Since you are good at math and know so many mechanical things, I won't pursue you!" Goronil said, "Besides, I know why you scolded me for having short legs. It's because you are jealous that my breasts are bigger than yours! Trash! A piece of iron plate! Hahaha!"

"You!" Fran clenched her fists tightly, and veins popped out on her forehead. If Catherine hadn't been there to comfort her and calm her down, Fran would have had the urge to take out her warhammer and smash her into a flat plate.

"But..." Gorronil said, "Although you are very blunt, your math theory does make sense. So the teacher agreed to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation? What cooperation?" Fran asked in confusion.

"No way! You don't even remember the content of the cooperation? Wasn't this you who proposed it?" Gorronil's eyes widened: "Really, how bad is your alcohol tolerance?"

"I... I wasn't in a good mood yesterday, and I'm not used to your strong liquor." Fran said embarrassedly. To be honest, she only remembered what happened when she drank the first five cups, and forgot everything after that.

"Really? You are worthy of being a human being." Gorronil said disdainfully, and then said: "Come on, I will take you to see the teacher. Let him explain it to you."

Fran came to Krelz's cabin again.

After entering the room, Kreltz made a cup of green hot drink for Fran, and then said: "Please drink it. This is a recipe I got from an oriental traveler. It can help you sober up."

"Thank you...thank you." After drinking it, Fran felt a lingering sweet and bitter aftertaste, and her headache caused by the hangover was also relieved a lot.

"Let's talk about our cooperation yesterday." Krelz said straight to the point.

"Well, Mr. Kreltz, I'm really sorry, I had a blackout last night and forgot what I said. If there was anything inappropriate in it, I hope you can forgive me."

"Although the mayor's words were sharp, they hit the nail on the head." Krelz smiled and said, "Last night you pointed out the shortcomings of our mathematics education. That was very well said."

"Ah! what did I say?"

Kreilz thought for a moment, then said, "There are three main aspects. The first is the lack of a system. There is algebra and geometry, but they are very messy and cannot be connected together. The second is the confusion of concepts. Many terms cannot be unified internally, which affects the communication between them. The third point, and the most important one, is

a little…..."

At this point, Kreilz paused, then said, "It's because we pay too much attention to the conclusion and ignore the process of derivation. Take the so-called Pythagorean theorem as an example. Every dwarf knows the formula for the three sides of a right triangle, but almost no one knows how this formula is derived! That night, you dipped your finger in the wine and

, explained the derivation process to us, which benefited many dwarves a lot. "

Huh? My thoughts were so clear when I was drunk? I could even explain the process of pushing them down?

It seems that drinking is not a bad thing.

"Then you gave a long and...impassioned speech, about freeing all of humanity from the shackles of God and building a community of shared destiny for all races. Although we don't understand, we can appreciate your enthusiasm. And your final proposal is indeed very good." Kreltz said.

"Ah, ah! Is that so!" Fran smiled awkwardly, but she was muttering in her heart, what the hell did I propose...

Fortunately, Kreilz continued to explain: "You said you want to open a research institute near Thermopylae! In addition to studying mathematics, there are also engineering, physics, chemistry, etc.! In addition to studying various technologies, you also want to open a college to write textbooks for elementary, middle and advanced levels to impart knowledge. Let people across the continent

You can learn everything.”

"That's right!" Fran said.

This is exactly what Fran wants to do!

Although their workshops had a lot of output, they had greatly improved the muskets and produced two different types of cannons. But in fact, most of them were based on Krelz's drawings. When it was their turn to improve themselves, they simply increased and decreased the various attributes to see if this would work.

In the early days, this method of adding more water to flour and more flour to water was naturally fine and could produce a lot of output. However, as firearms became more and more complex and various processes became more and more advanced, without scientific and quantitative standards to guide, research and development work would be difficult.

In order to formulate such standards, we first need a solid theoretical foundation, cultivate a large number of basic research and development personnel, and select high-end researchers.

All of this requires a lot of time and cost, and the cycle is long and the effect is slow.

The most important thing is that Fran simply doesn't have that many talents to open a research institute. I can't just do nothing and teach every day.

However, this problem was solved after finding Kreltz.

Krelz has been teaching knowledge in this dwarf tribe and has trained many people. Although these dwarves learn a lot and have no system, they have learned it anyway, so it is not a problem for them to become the most basic teachers.

Fran could see that Kreltz cared very much about the affairs of the academy.

During his hangover, he rushed out a draft of the content of the academy training. Fran took a look and found it was almost the same as what she had imagined.

This surprised Fran.

You have to know that you have received a systematic education that has been developed and researched for hundreds of years before it was gradually finalized. The finalization of this vein carries the crystallization of countless human research and practice. This is definitely not the result of one or a few people spending a few years to research.

However, the goblin in front of him wrote out this system in just one night! This is simply impossible.

Even the steam engine and the musket could be created through personal genius and inspiration.

But the education system!

This is simply not something that one person can come up with. No matter how talented you are, you can't do it!

So Fran asked tentatively: "Mr. Kreltz, did you come up with this last night?"

"Of course not!" Kreltz smiled, then said, "I'm just an ordinary goblin. How can I come up with such a system by myself?"

After hearing this, Fran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her cognition was preserved. She continued to ask, "Where did these come from?"

"My people dug it out from ancient ruins."