"Mad Rat" Green stood at the door of the tavern, and the sunset shot in from behind him, casting an orange halo to his outline. He said nothing, as quiet as a sculpture.

Zhao Mai stood up, pulled open the chair beside him, and reached out to ask Green to sit down. "I have been wondering where you have been. Now I know you are fine."

"A group of idiots caught me together, and it took me a lot of whisper to come back." Green grinned, and could still find red blood from his teeth. "Those idiots found the wrong target, so they were willing to return these things."

Zhao Mai took the salt bag, and didn't even look at it, and threw it on the table. He reached out to touch Green's hanging right shoulder, wanting to know how his injury was. Judging from Green's grinning expression, his injury was not optimistic.

"You are dislocated, I can cure you." As a friend of your friend is his friend, the dwarf Sok stepped forward and grabbed Green's arm and slammed it. It seemed like he was just a mess, but after a few "Gaba Gaba" and "Oh, hey", Green could already lift his shoulders and move normally.

"Thank you, Mr. Dwarf, your skills are really good."

Sok smiled and his beard raised slightly. "This is nothing. I used to swing a mine pickaxe and often dislocate. I have become a doctor for a long time. Be careful not to exert force these days, and take a rest."

Zhao Mai also nodded, "Green, thank you, sit down and have a drink together. I have a bad lingo, so I need you to explain it to me."

"Okay, this is my job, you paid for it."

The dwarf remembered the serious business and put his musket on the table. The heavy metal tube made a heavy "bang" sound, which scared Zhao Mai to think that he had gone out of fire. On the other hand, Green did not respond. It seemed that he did not know what this was.

"I don't believe you said you know muskets. I haven't seen you in a merchant before, so I have to test you." The dwarf Sock is very proud of his invention. Even if "Mike" is someone he is willing to agree with, he cannot lower the standards. "Do you know how to use this thing?"

To be honest, Zhao Mai has never fired a gun, at least the gun that was pushed by explosives has never been used. As for water guns and..., that doesn't count. But even if his practical ability is zero, his theoretical knowledge is far beyond this world.

When I picked up the gun, the skillful posture made the dwarf a little envious. He weighed the weight with his hands, then put it flat in front of him and looked at it. Without sight, he could only shoot blindly. This gun was loaded with a rear load, just like a real double-barrel hunting rifle. He could fold the barrel down by opening a mechanism.

"What are you putting in it? Can you let me see?"

The dwarf took out a small bag from behind, opened it, and placed it in front of Zhao Mai. Green also came over to see it curiously, but there was no clue from the balls and small paper bags.

After twisting the paper bag with his hands, Zhao Mai found that they were all a little wet. He looked at it and found that as expected. "It's all wet, how could you shoot the iron ball?"

"This kind of thing is afraid of water?" Soke looked surprised.

After asking, I found out that the dwarf Sok has been living underground. He has never seen rain before, and his workplace is far away from water. After obtaining this explosive agent, he only improved and processed according to the intuition of the craftsman and never conducted environmental tests. When Sok was traveling on the ground, he was very excited when he saw it raining, so he drenched the gunpowder. If this could still be ignited by a fuse, it would be the buzzing world.

"There are many things to improve on this gun, from the launch mechanism, loading, ammunition, sealing, etc. This is not a matter of one go. I think it can be done as a lifelong task. Even in terms of the lifespan of a dwarf, it will take one or two generations to perfect this weapon."

What Soke wants to hear the most is this sentence - it is a great lifelong career. He considers himself a genius craftsman, but making swords and hammers does not make him feel too accomplished because these were not invented by him. Only if this musket, if it is promising, then if it continues to study, it is very likely that he will become a master of the generation.

"I am not a craftsman, I can only talk about it from the perspective of the user." Zhao Mai said to the dwarf: "You are now operating this gun to open the mechanism, load the projectiles, stuff them with gunpowder, press the fuse, and then aim after being lifted. Isn't this set of actions too cumbersome? If you can use moisture-proof and flammable paper and have few residues to match the projectiles and gunpowder well, wouldn't it be very convenient?"

"In that way, will the gunpowder and the projectile be mixed together? The direction is difficult to guarantee."

"You can wrap them in a paper tube and separate them with a layer of paper in the middle. Use pigments to mark the head and tail to prevent the assembly from being reversed, so that it will be solved all?"

The dwarf suddenly realized and opened his mouth into a standard duck egg shape. After a few seconds, he held his chin with his hand so that he could close his mouth.

Even if he drinks a bucket of fine wine, he will not make Soke feel drunk and dizzy. He feels that the inspiration in his heart is as fierce as a volcano eruption. His hands, arms, and muscles in his body are trembling, so he wants to start working as soon as possible. "Your statement is so right."

"I can only make some suggestions for improvement, and I'm not sure whether it can be done." Zhao Mai said very frankly: "For example, you can add a aiming mechanism and two fixed protrusions, so that you can aim with your eyes and know the direction of the muzzle. Neither crossbow nor bow can do this, maybe this is the direction of future development."

The dwarf opened his mouth again, and he was impressed by Zhao Mai. If he could come up with better ideas, I would treat him as his lifelong mentor. The dwarf Sok already had such an idea in his heart.

"In fact, I just had another idea." Zhao Mai pointed to the fuse part and said, "Why don't you need to fix the iron sheet and then use flint to hit it. Just a simple stretching and rebound device can solve the problem of ignition. Of course, if you can use magic to heat the iron sheet, you can strode it when it needs to be ignited, and you will save even the flint."

"Please allow me to call you a teacher." Soke jumped off the chair, rushed around the table, and hugged Zhao Mai's waist. Zhao Mai knew what it would be like to be pressed by mudslides. This time, Zhao Mai knew. The three organs of the heart, lungs and stomach were rushing into his throat, and his intestines were about to be squeezed out. What's hateful is that the reserve grain was waving its tail happily on the side, sticking out its tongue and looking excited and happy, and it was not here to rescue.

In the end, Green said something, and the dwarf let go of Zhao Mai. "Teacher, the inspiration you gave me is so great. I want to practice these ideas now!"

Zhao Mai was relieved, and at the same time considered the language, then said to the dwarf: "I will come up with ideas. I have poor hands-on ability and can at most help you when you design it. If there is a blacksmith shop, how long do you think you can build a gun again?"

"Uh...if the materials are complete, I mean the stove, anvil, mold and a few helpers... it takes two or three days."

"What are you waiting for?"

This was an unparalleled enthusiasm, and it was the first time that the dwarf Sok felt it in someone else's place. He no longer knew what to use to repay this sense of identity. "I'm happy, I'm happy, but I'm only more than twenty gold coins left."
Chapter completed!