Baron Gene leads a winter morning, a cloudy day that is not clear.

In the master bedroom, Ryan was still resting, but the maid Olika had woken up. She barely got up, her legs trembled and changed the prepared maid's clothes.

She now felt that she was full of magic again.

Olika tied her long black hair with a headdress and a hairband. She changed into a new maid outfit. Before Ryan woke up, she walked to the bedside and let Ryan lean on her.

Olika, who was seriously damaged in his soul, knew that if she wanted to cast spells, she could only rely on Ryan to provide her with mana. Through this method, she could slowly use magic to repair her soul, and she herself had no magic power.

The flames in the master bedroom room were crackling, and the dark elf whispered: "Master Master? Wake up, today you are going to see the dwarfs test the latest artillery."

"Yes, today we're going to see the dwarf test artillery." Ryan woke up slowly, burying his head in the dark elf's full chest: "Orika? How do you feel?"

"What else can it be? It's very comfortable." The dark elf blushed. Veronica's energy has been in the Wizard Tower recently. Orica usually rests with Ryan at night. Naturally, she is also responsible for serving Ryan and solving Ryan's needs.

After a good morning kiss, Ryan got up and changed his clothes. He suddenly asked with interest: "By the way, Olika, what are your Dark Elves' siege weapons?"

"It's a thousand-pound siege crossbow, master." The dark elf helped Ryan wash, and she continued: "This powerful siege crossbow face is blessed by the warlock of the Hekati Witchcraft Association. It has great power. All those who are attacked by the crossbow will be incomplete even if they are not killed."

"Then will you make a crossbow like a dwarf?" Ryan joked.

"The technology of making this thousand-pound crossbow cannon has long been lost, master," Olika said helplessly, and the dark elves held Ryan's hand from behind: "Maybe there are high elves, but we, Duruchi, do not have them here. All thousand-pound crossbow cannons are under close supervision and will only be taken out when war is needed. And many people believe that only Hydra and Black Dragon are needed to siege the city."

"Okay, I'm going to check the artillery. Are you going to go with me?" Ryan changed his clothes and washed up. He was about to go out.

As always, the Dark Elves are not willing to leave the castle.

After coming out of the door, there was a sorcerer Teresa standing at the door with a purple staff. She was wearing a purple robe today, with black leather jackets and leather pants inside. When she saw Ryan coming out, her tone was indescribable: "Are you willing to come out finally?"

"Oh, please, dear Teresa, I need time to get up too." Ryan said helplessly: "Aren't you going out with me to watch the artillery?"

"Yes, I have seen many artillery from Nord and the Empire, but I have never seen the heavy artillery of the dwarf," said the sorcerer, who also showed an interesting expression: "It is said that the power of the dwarf's most powerful artillery can be compared with the forbidden spell."

Thirty minutes later, choose the test site for the shots in the field.

Four Dwarf heavy artillery are lined up, and there is a more strange-shaped artillery behind it. This artillery is composed of four smaller barrels side by side and placed in a large cart.

Dwarf engineer Dugan came out, touching his already thick and smooth beard, wearing a somewhat funny heavy dress, a tailor specially customized dwarf clothes. Dugan wore a round face with a feathered hat, folded his hands together, and raised his head: "Let's live up to expectations, my baron, I have made four dwarf heavy cannons for you, and an organ cannon."

"These cannons cost me nearly seven hundred gold crowns. My dwarf brother, do you know?" Ryan reached out and touched the dwarf's heavy cannon, the heavy cannon body, and the huge black muzzle. Ryan felt very satisfied.

"Oh, our dwarfs are indeed more expensive, but please rest assured that the cannons made by our dwarfs and the cannons made by the imperial humans across the mountain are completely different from the world. Their cannons are easy to explode or squint, and the cannons produced by our dwarfs have absolutely no problems in this regard!" Dugan also reached out to touch the cannons of his cannons, and his face couldn't help but grin: "It's worth the money, you get what you pay for, my friend."

Gunpowder is the embodiment of force in the peak era of the dwarf. Touching the dark cannon barrel, dwarf engineers can find deep comfort and a sense of blood connection.

Ryan also reached out to touch the Dwarf's heavy artillery. There was no doubt that the emergence of gunpowder changed the course of the war. He had seen the power of the empire's artillery, and now he had the Dwarf's artillery.

There is no doubt that the dwarf's artillery power is that the artillery produced by the Imperial Nuer Army Factory or the Brunswick Army Factory is more powerful and has a long range, but it is also more expensive.

With artillery, the war will be completely different afterwards. Unlike large trenchers, dwarfs' artillery is easy to carry and travel. The cannons are equipped with huge wheels, which can be pulled by pack horses or pushed by humans. For those trenchers that require several large trucks to be installed and take several hours to assemble, the dwarf cannons are really trenchers that are so tall that they are.

"We will have four or five compatriots responsible for the entire process from loading to firing for a dwarf artillery. One shot can be fired in five minutes." Dwarf engineer Dugan Tiehan continued: "At the same time, the dwarfs are also warriors. Once the enemy approaches, we can also take up weapons to fight. However, my baron, I still want to emphasize that let us fire guns, so that we can use weapons to fight with them."

"Don't worry, Britannia has the most powerful knights in the old world, and your flanks will be protected." Ryan nodded repeatedly with satisfaction. Britannia's knights and dwarfs' artillery, and his army's future combat power cannot be underestimated.

"Speaking of it, what is this?" The sorcerer Theresa walked to the special cannon behind the four heavy cannons, and the sorcerer asked with interest.

"This is an organ cannon, Miss." The dwarf engineer said his proud work, and he laughed: "This is my big baby."

"Agenda cannon?" Ryan also walked to the front of the organ cannon. I have to say that the four barrels were walking side by side, and there was indeed some illusion of an organ.

"The organ cannon consists of four smaller barrels." Before Dugan walked to the organ cannon, he began to explain the special features of the organ cannon: "Previously lifting the heavier cannon, the firing range of the organ cannon is closer, the power is more powerful and life rate is more unstable."

"Then you still do this?" Teresa frowned subconsciously.

"Listen to me, this beautiful wizard lady." Dugan laughed repeatedly, his laughter was a bit sarcastic, but what he said was not particularly harsh.

The dwarves have a weird temper, they are greedy for promises, are greedy for money and are vengeful. They are indeed not good at diplomacy and speaking, but some dwarves are indeed more talented than their compatriots in this regard. Dugan and his tribe have been wandering in the mountains for many years. Compared with many dwarves with a temper like stone, he is more good at speaking and emphasizes that it is for the dwarves.

"The organ cannon has a shorter range and is less accurate in its power, but it has a larger firepower coverage area and volley power that it does not have as compared to the dwarf heavy artillery." Dugan continued: "As long as it is operated properly, a volley of the four running tubes of the organ cannon can directly destroy a whole group of enemies, which cannons cannot do."

"So we can place cannons behind the position, but the organ cannons can be arranged slightly forward?" Ryanma understood its relationship: "The organ cannon can quickly destroy the approaching enemy forces, and as long as it is protected properly, it can always work."

"Yes, my baron, you have a talent for being a commander." Dugan nodded.

The test firing of the artillery made Ryan very satisfied. Several stone houses used as targets were blown into pieces by shells. Since the whistling shells could blow up such thick stone houses, it would naturally be no problem to deal with the city walls.

"Very good." Ryan nodded repeatedly: "With this, we no longer need a catapult."

"Of course, we dwarves are almost eliminated by the trencher." Dugan Tiehan raised his head: "My baron, please give it to us with confidence. Wherever you ask us to hit, where we hit."

"make a deal!"

"make a deal!"

Ryan's hand and the dwarf's hand were held together.

It took the Baron a noon to test the artillery. When Teresa and Ryan returned to the castle, the sorcerer said with great interest: "I didn't expect you to tell the dwarves to make artillery for you. Do you know how difficult it is to serve dwarves? I have never seen dwarves except the king's capital in Nord."

"There are few outsiders in Nord, so it is normal not to see dwarves. Dwarves don't like to leave the mountains. If they really want to leave the mountains, the bitter and cold place of Nord is not what they want to go." Ryan smiled and said, "Even I can't stay in Nord, let alone dwarves."

"So now I'm here too. To be honest, I like this place, Ryan." Theresa walked beside Ryan, and the dirt roads in the Baron's lord had been replaced by stone roads: "It's a bit hot in summer, and it's all good."

"Is that right? I thought you wouldn't like this place, especially since you have a bad temper recently." Ryan's words sounded meaningful.

"Of course! It would be better if you could let Veronica get out with her stuff, and when will she have the money to build her own wizard tower?" Sure enough, when she talked about this, the sorcerer gritted her teeth: "Tell me, Ryan, is her that valuable?"

"???" Ryan's face was a little confused: "I don't know which one you are talking about."

"Forget it, Ryan, I want to have my own wizard tower too!" Theresa's silver pupils shone through her black butterfly-patterned eyes: "Build one for me too."

"Building a wizard tower requires money, my eldest lady." Ryan complained: "I'm so poor that I'm so poor that I've been invested in this year's tax revenue."

"Is there any money to build a wizard tower for Veronica? Is there no money to build it for me?" Teresa gritted her teeth, and veins and snowflakes began to appear on her forehead: "Don't lie to me, Veronica's wizard tower is the most luxurious wizard tower I have seen in recent times. She spent nearly two thousand golds on the first floor alone. Dinar called Jin Kron here, right? Where did she get so much money? Isn't it all you gave her?"

"I didn't give the money to him, she had placed it here. The time we completed the mission of chasing the fallen hunter in Marinburg, we had a lot of gains." Ryan explained the origin of Veronica's wealth, and then continued: "The establishment of the Wizard Tower was entirely done by herself, and I gave her a place at most."

Theresa's little hand wearing white lace gloves held the reins tightly, and the sorcerer was very dissatisfied.

All of these should be mine! So is the Wizard Tower! So is his love!

It was obviously I came first!

Thinking of her mother's teachings, the sorcerer lady calmed down and continued, "Then can you give me a place to make me a copy?"

"Yes, but you have to choose it yourself." Ryan nodded: "Also, there are already two tall towers near the castle, so you'd better choose a place farther away."

"I see."

Just back to the castle, Ryan welcomed an unexpected visitor.

It was the half-elf Estel! The half-elf was wearing a deerskin cloak and a wooden elf robe, with a recurved bow behind her back and a short sword on her waist. When she saw Ryan coming back, the half-elf came to say hello: "Good afternoon, Ryan."

"Good afternoon, my friend, Estel, is there anything you need to come to me?" Ryan turned over and dismounted and shook hands with Estel. Only then did he notice that there was also a half-elf standing behind Estel: "This is"

"He is my friend, named Dace." Estel introduced to Ryan: "He was a ranger who used to work for the Woodland Council, and other secret work in the forest to eliminate corruption, eliminate evil and strong hostility to the elves."

"Hello, Lord Ryan Maccardo, I have heard of your name and know your great deeds." The half-elf wore a dark green cloak, with exquisite scales produced by the wood elves, a face towel and a green hood. Only a pair of eyes could be seen: "I am honored to know you."

"I'm also honored to know you, Mr. Dyce." Ryan shook hands with him and signaled.

At the same time, a strange thought emerged in the Baron's mind: Only unfaithful guys will hide things, secret circles established within, and wearing green weird hoods.

"I have something to say, my baron." Estel sighed, and he said with a blushing face. "Dyce and I want to defect to you. Can you take us in?"

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Chapter completed!