Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Watching the orderly flow of people leaving the auditorium, the surrounding reporters were like chicken blood. They ignored the obstruction of the Knights of War and tried desperately to break through the defense line. However, they have lived in peace for a long time and have forgotten what the Knights of War are like. They don't have too many concerns.

As the overly aggressive reporters were subdued, others began to calm down and set up their own cameras outside the boundaries set by the Knights.

As the grand yet sad march sounded, the farewell officially began.

PS: Crisis contracts are totally unbeatable...

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 1: Gathering Strength ()

The clay plate, made by pressing and drying gray-white clay, has three nested concentric circles on it, with intricate patterns intertwined and interwoven on it. Its complexity is enough to daunt anyone with a deft hand.

At this time, a beaker was placed on it. Although there was no flame, the red liquid in the beaker was boiling and emitting hot steam. The lines on the clay tablet were emitting light, which was constantly gathering from the edge to the center, and then releasing high temperature at the bottom to heat the liquid in the beaker. The bottom plate itself also had a good fireproof and heat-insulating effect, and was a common tool used by the empire's alchemists.

After accurately measuring the required amount on an electronic scale, Claude carefully put the white powder into the beaker. He didn't know if what he was going to make would be successful. After all, he was not an expert in this area, and he had only heard about it from alchemists.

The moment he joined, he turned on the timer next to him. While paying attention to the changes in the beaker, he also paid attention to the passage of time. When the timer made a dinging sound, Claude had already lifted the beaker from the clay plate with thick gloves.

The liquid in the beaker was still a turbid red color with a lot of white foam floating on it, and it did not look drinkable at all.

That's right, what Claude is making now is an emergency hemostatic and healing medicine. Since he doesn't have the various materials and plants that he was familiar with in the previous world, he can only choose things with similar properties and try to make them. He is not sure whether this crude imitation will have enough effect, and he is not even sure whether it will be poisonous if he drinks it.

But now that he has the conditions, he still wants to try making it.

The 35th edition of the universal rapid hemostatic wound healing agent, this is what Claude is most familiar with. The Legion Knights call this potion "Blood of Lazis". Lazis is a god of life and abundance widely believed by the people of the Central Plains. Although the Empire does not recognize any religion, this belief is so widespread that it is indispensable in every aspect of people's lives.

After 35 changes by the Empire's Alchemy Association, this potion finally reached its optimal form. Not only can it stop bleeding quickly, but it can also greatly speed up wound healing. It is even enough to allow a soldier who has suffered a serious injury to rely on this potion to support him until the arrival of the medical staff.

The Human Empire mass-produces this potion through alchemy factories. On the Kaglis River that runs through the empire, countless ships come and go every day, using various modes of transportation to deliver these potions to tens of thousands of large and small military supply warehouses across the country, ensuring that every soldier in the empire has three basic supplies of potions on him before going into battle.

Although the production speed in the factory is extremely fast, with dozens of bottles of potion being produced every second, it is still a bit difficult to make it using Claude's traditional method.

"I wonder if I can use blood-red berries instead of Grissian cranberries... He told me about cranberries, right?... I'm a little unsure, how about trying another one?... Forget it, let's not change it. How about trying this one first?"

Claude carefully placed the liquid medicine into the filter device. After filtering and purification, he finally obtained a cup of clear light red liquid.

This is still just a semi-finished product. If it is to really work, the participation of Ethereum is of course indispensable.

The red liquid was placed on a more complex clay tablet. Each line on it was barely visible, yet extremely complex and as thin as a hair, but the gaps between them were no more than two millimeters.

Claude's face became extremely cautious. His crude medicine refining device was indeed too crude. If the alchemy masters saw it, they would smash it. Moreover, the safety of this device was also questionable. It might explode due to the disorder of the ether.

He picked up his own bone pen and tapped it lightly at the starting point. The blue light spread out, like water flowing into a ditch, gradually filling every line and converging towards the liquid medicine in the center. There were no accidents, no blockages, no tremors or explosions.

This made Claude slightly relieved. When the light completely dimmed, the clear red liquid turned into a thick red liquid, but the volume did not change at all. It looked very similar, which made Claude happy. He quickly picked up the beaker. Although there was some hesitation on his face, he quickly suppressed it. He took out the dagger and cut deeply in the thick muscle of his hand. Blood gushed out quickly, but his muscles instinctively tightened and closed the wound tightly to prevent more liquid from gushing out.

Claude slightly relaxed the muscles in his hands and watched the blood quickly drip onto the ground before he slowly poured the medicine in the cup into his mouth.

Bitter, extremely bitter, even with Claude's control, the muscles on his face still twitched twice. This taste was definitely abnormal, otherwise every dose of medicine would have such a strong bitter taste, and those ordinary soldiers might not be able to eat it. After swallowing the liquid in his mouth with force, Claude began to monitor the changes in his body.

The heart was suddenly affected by something, and the beating began to slow down. This was the characteristic of the drug taking effect. Claude could see with his naked eyes that the blood flow from his hand had begun to slow down, and it began to coagulate at a very fast speed, and the wound began to feel numb and itchy.

Just when he thought he had succeeded and made a potion with similar effects with these messy things, the situation suddenly changed. The heart beat slower and slower, almost only 10 beats per minute, and he was surprised to find that the blood in his body showed signs of coagulation, which was fatal. If they formed blood clots and blocked blood vessels, it would cause him a lot of trouble.

"This is troublesome... Is there something wrong with area 23? No, it has been debugged several times, and there should be no room for improvement..."

Claude calmly began to command his heart to beat faster. The violent energy of the Ether Furnace surged in his body. His body began to fight against the drugs that entered his body at an extremely fast speed, metabolizing and breaking down these components.

At the same time he began to look for the reason. This time it was very similar, but he must have made some mistake.

"There are too many coagulation components. Perhaps the amount of raw materials should be adjusted..."

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 2: Gathering Strength ()

It has been a week since the death of Cyril, the most legendary Silver Spear Pegasus, the hero of Casimir. Every day, countless letters are sent to the Knights from all over Casimir to express their condolences and remembrance for the old hero. The mailbox of the Linguang family is filled with a large number of letters every day, and they need to read each letter carefully and reply to the other party. This is the most basic etiquette.

Margaret and Maria did not grieve for too long. After all, their grandfather died of old age without any regrets. None of the knights of the Linguang family were weak-willed, so they quickly adjusted their emotions. Now they were busy writing back letters one by one according to the addresses of the letters every day.

Mr. Mainna and Ms. Zofia were busy receiving guests who visited every day. Among these people, quite a number were renowned knights, and some old knights were Cyril's old friends and subordinates. After hearing the news, they rushed to the city at a very fast speed.

There are many powerful figures among them, but when they came here, they all had a heavy look of sadness on their faces. Even the reporter from Casimir Wine News did not dare to appear near Lin Guang's house. After all, making money is important, but it is not as important as one's own life.

Claude's grief did not last long, as he had long been accustomed to this situation. Moreover, compared to his former comrades, Cyril's situation was already quite lucky, at least his remains did not have to remain in a foreign land, but could be placed in the most heavily guarded cemetery in Casimir with honor under the gaze of his relatives.

Claude could only feel happy for him, as he had lived the life of a true knight and would not have any regrets.

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Feeling an unusual vibration near his hand, Claude immediately realized that something was wrong.

He is now in Maria's workshop. If this thing explodes and blows up his apprentice's workshop, he will not be able to explain himself.

He lifted the beaker up at a very fast speed, but the liquid inside was still squirming like slime. Claude pulled out his dagger, quickly dug a hole in the ground, and threw the beaker in. He then pressed a stone slab on top and stepped on it firmly with his foot. With a dull sound, the whole mansion felt the vibration.

Claude stood up from the ground, looking a little dusty. The blow just now had sent him flying. A half-meter-deep hole was blown out on the grass, and the stone slabs were shattered into countless pieces in an instant, smashing against his armor. He might have accidentally developed a kind of explosive that seemed to have good performance.

Looking at the leather boot with the sole blown off and his intact foot, Claude could only take off the tattered boot, then hopped on one foot to the house next door, found a new shoe from his room and put it on. This leather boot had been with him for a long time, and although it was very old, he didn't want to replace it before it was damaged.

"Plan 78 also has problems, but it may be used as an explosive. It's better to record it..."

There was a suppressed laugh from the side. Claude did not raise his head, he knew that the other party had been here for a long time. At the same time, he also noticed something on his face. In order to accurately identify the smell, he did not wear a helmet this time. Although his face was not injured, it was inevitably stained with some debris.

Reaching out his hand and wiping his face roughly to clean off the dirt and weeds on his face, Claude said without turning his head:

"Maria, have you finished writing the letter?"

"Basically, they have all been sent out. My uncle checked them and there are no problems. My sister delivered the letters to the post office herself."

Maria came to Claude, and the lively child had returned to her usual self.

"Master, let me help you. Although I don't understand such complicated runes, I should be able to help you in other aspects!"

Claude combed his messy hair again. Even he felt a little embarrassed when he was seen in such a disheveled state.

"Then come and help me. I will protect you when the explosion occurs..."

“Ha…ha…!”

Claude pretended not to hear Maria's suppressed laughter. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and none of his other equipment was damaged, especially the clay tablets. If the patterns on them were damaged a little, he would have to carve a new one, which would take a lot of energy.

He found a new beaker, and there were still a lot of raw materials left. He was really lucky. He had always wanted to restore various potions. But the vegetation conditions in this world were very different from those in the previous world. Most of his ideas could only remain on paper. Until a few days ago, he found a plant in Casimir that could be of great use in a book collected by Lin Guang's family. This made his experiment possible.

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"Maria, give me 32.1 grams of the No. powder. Don't make any mistakes."

Maria, wearing work clothes, deftly weighed the exact weight and handed it to Claude, who slowly added the powder in.

"Maria, the container with catalyst written on it, ten grams."

"Reducing fluid No. 4, 5 grams."

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As the two of them cooperated more and more tacitly, Claude's instructions became shorter and shorter. In this small space, the two of them crossed each other from time to time, but they did not affect each other at all. The liquid in the container was beginning to change with orderly and unstable steps, still changing from turbid red liquid to clear.

Claude nodded to Maria, and the blonde Kuranta girl quickly left the workshop. The opponent's physical strength was far inferior to his, so Claude was responsible for this dangerous step. For safety reasons, he grabbed a helmet from the side and put it on his head.

It was still a familiar procedure. As the runes were lit up, the liquid in the beaker began to change, and Claude waited quietly on the side.

This time there was no major problem, and it turned into the red liquid that Claude was familiar with. But whether it was effective or not still needed to be tested in person.

His strong self-healing ability meant that his hands would not even have scars, so he did not hesitate to operate on them.

This time he deliberately cut a vein so that the blood would flow out more slowly and in a darker color, which would give him enough time to observe.

Finally, after drinking the potion, the wound on his hand stopped bleeding rapidly. Although his heart rate slowed down, it was not to an extreme degree. Until finally he wiped off the blood scab on his hand, only a faint pink wound was left, which was the new flesh that had just grown.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even with his willpower, these past few days were still a bit torturous.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 3: Gathering Strength ()

"Did you hear about what happened in the Bell Street neighborhood next door?"

"I heard about it too. It seems to be that famous pub. A total of 28 people died."

"You are all wrong. It was not a tavern. They were directly on the street. They pulled out swords and hacked at each other. Some even used military crossbows."

A middle-aged man next to them interrupted them, with a confident expression on his face, convinced that what he said was the truth:

"Oh my god! Are the police doing nothing about it? This is a moving city, how can someone kill people as casually as they do in the wilderness?"

"What do you know? My second nephew is a policeman. He secretly told me that one of the two parties involved in the fight was from the Kerma Food Company, and the other was also a large enterprise. They couldn't afford to offend either of them, so they could only wait for them to finish fighting before they could come out and clean up the mess..."

"I heard that the son of Old Bailey was just passing by and was shot to death by an arrow. They didn't even dare to take the body. It was a knight who delivered it to him..."

"These big companies are like crazy, messing around like this all day long in the city. A few days ago, the supervisor came to me and said that they would collect a safety fee and deducted 500 yuan from my salary, but I haven't seen them take any measures..."

"We now have to work an extra four hours a day...if we don't, our wages will be deducted, and there is no reason."

"A lot of my salary was also deducted. They said it was to fight terrorists..."

"You guys are crazy! Watch your mouth. Do you want to end up like those guys?"

A pale middle-aged man quickly stopped the conversation of several people. There was a lot of cold sweat on his face and his hands were wet and cold, so he had to rub his hands to keep warm.

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Several people suddenly became quiet, looking around with fear on their faces. Some things cannot be concealed, such as the final fate of those who spoke ill of the company. Even if they did not see it with their own eyes, they could guess it.

But even though the Chamber of Commerce still had some influence, it couldn't really control people's thoughts, and the resentment towards the companies was still pent up in everyone's heart. So although the few people were quiet for a while, they soon couldn't hold back and started chatting again.

"Have you heard? There's a new newspaper out."

"There are so many newspapers in this city, and new ones are established every month, but they all go out of business very quickly. Why do you care about this?"

"But this newspaper is a little different: its name is the Infected Newspaper! Can this name be approved? Or can the infected now also establish newspapers? Don't they have no citizenship at all?"

"Is it really called this? ... Maybe it's run by some big company, so let's not think too much about it."

"The most important thing is that the content here is very interesting... you understand, right?... Very interesting."

The two of them smiled knowingly.

"Give me one."

"I want one too."

The pale-faced man also poked his head over at some point.

"Give me one too."

"That sounds interesting. How much is it?"

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The passengers in the carriage leaned over one after another, and the man who had been the subject of conversation from the beginning smiled and opened his coat, revealing several thick stacks of newspapers underneath.

"One dollar a copy. Thank you for your patronage."

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After losing their own eyes and ears, the members of the Business Federation did not know what was happening in the city. Such things were happening secretly in the subway, at the bus station, and in various places where people gathered. A new change, a change that ignited public sentiment, was spreading in the city. And outside this city, in every city in Casimir, the Infected Newspaper was rising rapidly at a terrifying speed, occupying the local newspaper market. No one knew where they got such a strong fund, but due to various factors, no other newspaper could compete with it.

Just like the flammable gas that permeates the room, it only takes a tiny spark to cause earth-shaking changes here.

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This is a delicate silver lighter that can ignite the source stone gas with the friction of the flint, thus producing a bright and lasting flame.

After each refueling, it can burn continuously for two hours. If it is used normally, it can be used for a long time without refueling. The manufacturer of this lighter is a well-known large company, and their products are famous for their exquisiteness, durability and high price.

Just like this little gadget in Claude's hand, its price is enough to match the total annual income of a middle-class family, and this thing can be regarded as their trophy. The only regret is that Claude does not smoke, so when he uses this lighter, he is doing some daily trivial things.

As the rollers rubbed, the flint debris was scraped off and sparks were generated in the air, igniting the gushing source stone gas. The flames gushed out immediately, and the surrounding wind shields firmly protected the flames. The flames quickly licked the tinder and ignited the sparse fibers. Then the increasingly strong flames ignited the surrounding dry wood.

Claude quickly put out the lighter. In order to sell it as a bundle, the fuel used to fill it must be the company's exclusive source stone gas. The more he used, the less he had. It would be better for him to save some.

The flame was raised, and the brown-black liquid in the copper pot above began to slowly heat up. Claude stood up, took two steps back, sat in an armchair, picked up a newspaper and began to read.

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"Very well done. It seems you have a talent for this."

A slender hand suddenly touched Claude's ear, stroking the fine hair on it. His ears trembled twice involuntarily, but the hand always followed up with perseverance.

"I learned a little bit in school. The main thing is that Casimir does have the soil for our development, so it didn't take much effort."

Xintlia lay on Claude's shoulder, her white hair floating on his face, bringing an itchy feeling.

"Well... the situation is developing well. It's almost the end. We need to be more cautious at this time."

Facing his subordinates' unexpected behavior, Claude had a strange feeling in his heart, which made his heart beat a little faster, but he quickly recovered and took the opportunity of the coffee boiling to quickly leave his seat.

The temperature was just right, and at the moment when the can was about to overflow, Claude lifted the can off the fire.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 4: Gathering Strength ()

"Do you have something to ask me?"