Chapter 114: Alchemy for the first time, guess who didn’t receive the invitation?
“Praise the Holy Cannon and the Holy Spirit!”
“Bang!”
The branches and leaves shook, and the branch as thick as an arm was directly hit by Jeshka’s cannon. breaks and falls into the water.
Reluctant to drink the allocated calming potion, Jeshka staggered to Hakuto: "How?"
Frowning and looking at the wind-up gun in his hand, Hakuto shifted his gaze back and forth from the wind-up gun and the branches in the distance without saying a word.
In the blazing sun at noon, you can clearly see the fractures of the branches.
At a distance of almost 15 fathoms (30 meters), even the crossbow arrows can only penetrate, rather than interrupt.
Hakuto suspected it was some kind of small crossbow, but seeing how easily Jeshka cocked it, it didn't look like a crossbow.
“How did you do it? What kind of devilish thing is this?”
Jeshka didn't shy away and directly handed the wind-up gun to Hakuto: "See for yourself."
Looking down at the wind-up gun in his hand, Hakuto raised his head blankly and saw He glanced at Jeshka.
He was actually a little touched. He didn't expect Jeshka to trust him so much and hand over such a dangerous and valuable weapon to him so easily.
What a good brother.
"Hands up!" Hakuto pointed the gun at Jeshka, "Untie my rope."
As if she hadn't heard anything, Jeshka leaned her elbows on the edge of the carriage, as if watching a show.
"I count to three, one, two..." As he said this, Hakuto pretended to turn the key, but Jeshka still made no move.
“Aren’t you afraid?”
Jeshka curled her lips and breathed out from her nose: “You can try to twist it.”
Hakuto He moved the gun's muzzle away, faced the bushes in the distance, and reached out to twist the clockwork key.
"Well, well, hum, hum ah ah ah!"
A square face turned red, veins burst out on Hakuto's fingers, and both sides of his cheeks bulged from clenching his teeth. .
The gear in the barrel just made a soft click, and Hakuto couldn't turn it anymore.
"How could it happen? How could it happen?" Hakuto looked at his thick fingers and couldn't believe it.
He still did not believe in evil. This time, he imitated Jeshka and said while twisting: "Praise the Holy Gun and the Holy Spirit!"
"Click, click."
The gear only made two sounds, and Hakuto couldn't turn it anymore.
At this moment, Hakuto felt defeated and the whole world was meaningless. He actually lost to the bastard Jeshka.
He can lose to anyone, but he can never lose to Jeshka. He is afraid that Jeshka will have a hard time, and he is also afraid that Jeshka can play the Holy Gun but he cannot.
“Are you out of ideas?”
Jeshka raised a finger proudly: "First of all, it's not loaded. Even if you can twist the key, it will only fire."
Jeshka raised a second finger. : "Secondly, you don't have holy power. The Holy Spirit in the gun will not obey your orders and produce holy wind."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Hakuto shouted in disbelief, " I'm much more pious than you, a bastard who doesn't give me money."
"I told you, it was a fairy dance, and I want you to keep it a secret!" Jeshka's face turned dark instantly, and he stepped forward. She covered his mouth and said through gritted teeth.
Taking this precious wind-up gun back from Hakuto, Jeshka wiped it carefully with her sleeve, "With this thing, I can break the knight's armor remotely.
I have already thought about it. Next time I encounter a cavalry attack, I will have pikemen in the first row and musketry in the second row.
The gun soldier placed the wind-up gun on the shoulder of the pike soldier. After firing one round, the third row came up to fire, then changed the pike and launched a charge together. "
"Humph. "Hakuto has been fighting for so many years and is very proficient in weapons. He immediately countered, "Such a powerful weapon must have limitations. Not many people are recognized by the Holy Gun, right? "
"Not many, maybe seven or eight hundred. "Jeshka suddenly bent down and moved her face forward, "Guess who is not recognized by the Holy Gun, oh, it's you, you! ”
Putting the wind-up gun on his back, Jeshka slowly backed away with his index finger on Hakuto, laughed and turned away, leaving only Hakuto who was shaking with anger.
Jeshka's loud laughter came faintly from outside the tent, causing Horn's movements to freeze.
"No, no, don't stop." Sissi's hair was stuck to the corner of her mouth with sweat and she said to Horn. "You are the chief warlock. If you stop, it will be over."
Horn quickly gathered his mind and continued to meditate in his mind on the hermit holding a lamp and a cane, with a sticky meaningless sound coming out of his mouth. tone.
According to Sissi, spells are only an aid for novices. It doesn’t matter what you say, even if Horn comes to sing a piece of the hymn "Zude" from "The Divine Comedy". The important thing is to use tone to create a mysterious atmosphere and hint at your own soul——
I'm going to do some devilish stuff, get ready.
Horn is a veteran at creating a mysterious atmosphere with spells, which he often used when dancing to the Great God.
In the long smoke of burning sage, Horn threw the frost moon grass in his hand into the heated clay pot in front of him.
The so-called frost moon grass, he thought it was something magical, but it turned out to be frosted moon grass.
Moongrass is a common raw material for dyes and is found everywhere in the Qianhe River Valley.
As the frost moon grass, apple peels and other materials were put into the clay pot one by one, the slime core and organs were finally ground into powder and sprinkled into the clay pot.
At this moment, Horn suddenly felt his scalp tightening, which must be the infusion of mana.
As for Sissi, she immediately closed the lid of the clay pot. It was obviously a small fire, but the inside of the clay pot seemed to be boiling, and a large amount of potion flowed out from around the lid.
After a while, Sissi opened the lid, and an unspeakable fragrance flowed out.
"Do you feel it?" Sissi snapped her fingers and said, "The alchemist does not actively initiate spells, but when the catalyst comes into contact with the material, it will act as a medium to absorb the surrounding mana."
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"What if there is no mana around?"
"Then nothing will happen." Sissi stretched and stood up, "The concentration of mana around you must reach a certain level. Your meditation is to increase the concentration of mana around you."
"Is the same thing true for pharmacists making potions?" Jeanna waved the smoke with her hand, and she suddenly felt refreshed and refreshed. Quite a few.
Horn shook his head: "They don't need mana, but most useful potions require holy water and holy oil."
"That's right."
"Okay." Sissi directed several children to pour out the juice from the clay pot and fill it with slime water bags. "Today's calming potion has been made. There are six bags in total. Plus yesterday's, it's just right. Each rider has two bags.”
Farewell to Sissi, Horn mounted his horse and continued to practice his riding skills while marching.
It has been a relatively uneventful journey since taking the trail recommended by Carrie.
Except for seeing slimes crawling all over the floor when I wake up every morning, I have basically encountered no other difficulties.
Occasionally, when encountering an attacking monster, Jeanne will take action if Jeanne is present. If Jeanne is not present, those gunmen can also take the hit.
Since the wind-up gun is a shotgun that fires shotguns, there are always scraps of iron and stones in the flesh of monsters produced by gunsmiths.
As for Jeanne, after Horn tutored her with a lot of knowledge about current, voltage, resistance, etc., and after taking several sets of test questions, her control over lightning reached a new level.
The day before yesterday, a monster porcupine tried to attack them, but Jeanna electrocuted it until it was numb and not greasy at all. There were no burn marks at all, and what they got was half-cooked meat.
Horn personally cooked and guided Madelan to make a pot of pig-killing soup. Although it had a fishy smell, it still won unanimous praise from the villagers.
The pig-killing soup is directed by Horn, and the tranquilizing medicine is manufactured by Horn.
Horn's status was once again improved in the hearts of the villagers. This was the real grandson who let Father Saint cheat on them.
Everyone knows that only those who have been sick can use the Holy Power and Holy Gun. Isn’t this just the end of the Holy Father?
The illness is a sign that the body cannot withstand the divine.
When they arrive at Castle Joan and His Majesty Horn ascends the throne, what is the status of these disciples?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can’t even think about it.
Better days are ahead.
Compared to the villagers' confidence in the future, Horn is a little worried.
With the Wild Spider Forest approaching, the legendary long-haired monsters of the Homer Mercenary Group still did not appear. Instead, there were more and more ordinary monsters.
According to the notes of the Homer Mercenary Group, it should be that the closer to the Wild Spider Forest, the fewer monsters there are.
But they were walking on a small road, so it was normal that the situation was different from the main road.
But now they were about to enter the Wild Spider Forest. Since they didn't take the main road, they didn't have a route map for safely passing through the Wild Spider Forest.
How to go?
With this question in mind, Horn arrived at the scheduled camping site on the evening of October 22nd.
"Where is it ahead?" Standing on the carriage, Horn turned his head and asked the boy army.
"Your Majesty, there is a forest of wild spiders ahead."
(End of this chapter)