"What, you said why don't you make iron first and glue it after rolling it up? Does humans do this?" The dwarf Sok's face was incredible. After rubbing his beard, he said: "It should be fine in terms of shape, but it must be not strong enough. It's not that I brag that I've seen the weapons of human craftsmen, and most of them can only be considered waste for us."

What the dwarf Sok looked down on is the human craftsmen in this world, not from the earth, and Zhao Mai didn't take it to heart at all. No matter how powerful the dwarf's craftsmen are, can they have the power of a ten thousand tons of forging press?

Looking at Green's appearance, he seemed to agree that the dwarf craftsman is much better than the human craftsman. If the dwarf Sok's musket fired, or if he only took out an ordinary sword, the merchants in Neibo Town would treat him with the specifications of VIPs. It would not be Zhao Mai's turn to pick up such a treasure.

The three people checked the list repeatedly and confirmed that everything was ready, so they became busy separately. The dwarf Sok first wanted to make molds. He skipped the method of using wooden molds first and then clay molds, and directly made them with large pieces of rocks. The dwarf was very good at using rock tools, and he did have commendable abilities in this regard.

Zhao Mai mysteriously held a box of alchemy raw materials and began to make granular gunpowder. In terms of the power of the explosion alone, the powder gunpowder burned faster and released more instantly. However, the bullet needs a continuous thrust in the barrel, especially when the seal has not reached the standard, a longer combustion time can produce a higher initial velocity. The only thing Zhao Mai cannot determine is the relationship between particle size, the weight of the bullet and the length of the barrel. It is also difficult to standardize and precise experiments here, so the general direction is available, so the rest is left to fate.

"Which god is the one responsible for the craftsman? Do I need to pray to him?"

"Oh, I've done this, you don't have to worry about it." Green couldn't help with the craftsman, but he never missed such a small matter.

In addition to praying to God, offering offerings, and buying three meals, Green also has to deal with the three-person contact. The burglary in the fireplace hotel has not yet ended, and he has to catch the thieves before he can handle the job. The fat boss was afraid that the resident was stolen from his store - he was not very worried about the stolen drinker - so he was urging the town sheriff to close the case as soon as possible.

The case should be closed as soon as possible, not to get the things back as soon as possible. Green knew the requirements of these merchants and cooperated with them to reach an agreement with the victims as soon as possible. It was too troublesome to catch the thief and recover the treasure. Generally, he would go to the local thief guild for such things and ask them to take out some of the money to buy peace.

So the sheriff would say to the victim: "We have found the thief. They resisted arrest and were beaten to death by us. The lost property you lost is not found, and they may have been removed. However, we have found some stolen money, and the money you lost property may be sold is also in it. These thieves are related to several other cases, so they cannot be given all of this money. Let me tell you, what did you lose?"

No matter what he lost, as long as it is not something worthless, the sheriff will take some gold coins to the victim. Just like Zhao Mai, the salt has been recovered. No matter how much the sheriff takes it, it will be a net profit? As for what Green found in the thief's nest, Zhao Maiming said that it had nothing to do with him and didn't even want to know.

Let’s talk about the blacksmith shop. Since it spans two worlds, there is no need to repeat the formula and manufacturing methods of the formula of the granular gunpowder. Anyway, when Zhao Mai finished the things he had at hand, Sok’s mold was also ready. After Green came back, the three of them worked together to start smelting iron.

Zhao Mai was responsible for pulling the bellows, Green was responsible for adding coal powder and replacing tools, and Sok focused on controlling the iron ingots. In fact, only the dwarfs were really working, and the other two were busy with each other.

"The temperature is still slightly insufficient, it's better if it can be higher." The dwarf looked at the fire with some regret.

"Green, sprinkle a handful of toner in!" Zhao Mai fought his life to pull the bellows, and his tongue spit out the long legs like reserved grains.

Sprinkling toner had an effect, and a surprise gaze burst out from Soke's eyebrows and eyes. He rubbed his hands hard, and a blood-red light came out from his palms, and then went up along his wrist and arms until it covered his elbows.

"What is this? Is the dwarf's spell?" Zhao Mai asked, but Green "shushed" him: "Don't disturb him."

The molten iron was poured into the mold, and then Soke lay outside the mold and listened. He tapped the mold with his finger joints, then picked up the hammer and knocked it everywhere. Zhao Mai stared at it with wide eyes, and could not guess what he was doing.

The dwarf just listened, knocked, shook, and repeated it. After a while, he grabbed the mold with both hands and pulled it out hard. The stone cracked into small pieces all over the ground, and a thick and long barrel appeared in front of everyone.

The iron has not completely lowered its temperature, and it is still red now. The dwarf doesn't use pliers, and actually grabs it with his hands. The red light faded a little, but it also protects his hands from high temperatures. Any craftsman must pursue a touch. The dwarf has a way to directly grab the red iron bars. Who can compare the touch with him?

This two-meter-long barrel is like a long stick, turning around in the dwarf's hands. He picked up the pliers and drew a mark, which seemed to be the position that needs to be cut off later. Sok signaled Zhao Mai and Green to retreat a little, and then cast the dwarf's craftsman spell.

This spell gives people a feeling of being very cool. The light and shadow special effects can be given ten, but I really can't understand what he is doing. The sonorous and powerful dwarf text appears in the air, then advances along the dwarf's red arm, and is finally pressed into the iron tube by his palm. At the same time, Sok raised the big hammer and knocked it ping-pong, light or heavy, straight or oblique, and sometimes it also has a rotational force the moment the hammer touches the iron tube.

Wouldn't the hollow tube bend this way? If a bulge appears on the inner wall, it will easily explode... Zhao Mai was anxious, and wanted to remind him but could not find a chance. The dwarf Sok had his own rhythm when working, and he did not even leave any gaps to let others interrupt.

It seemed that the tube was not good enough. The dwarf Sok would insert the tube back into the stove from time to time. "Heat, add toner!" A thick voice kept ringing. However, he was speaking the dwarf language at this moment. After Green translated it, Zhao Mai understood. It is said that life is the best teacher. The first two dwarf words that Zhao Mai learned were "heat" and "add toner".

Sok repeatedly beat the pipe for a long time, but the outer wall of the pipe was still uneven. At this time, even Green was a little confused. The two humans squatted aside, picked up the ale from time to time and took a sip of the cooldown, waiting patiently.

"Okay!" The dwarf immersed the iron pipe in the sink and rubbed it non-stop. The red light remaining on his arm gradually faded and turned back to normal. "Let's have a rest and eat something."

Zhao Mai couldn't help but be curious and picked it up after the tube cooled down. The clean and beautiful iron pipe was flawless, without any convexity or defects. He could only admire it, then scratched his head and sighed: "Magic is so magic..."
Chapter completed!