When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#383 - It has the beauty of a nanochip spear.

The crisp chirping of birds echoed through the lush green forest, where thorny vines of bramble flowers entwined around the fir trees.

Amidst this tranquil forest, intermittent, peculiar thumping and creaking sounds could be heard.

In the hunting grounds beside Black Mountain Fortress's forest, within the former archery range, humanoid targets draped with wooden planks and thatched straw swayed back and forth.

Lefei, standing ten meters away from the target, immediately entered the standardized procedure designed in the manual after firing.

First, he raised the revitalizing smelling salts tied to his wrist, passed it under his nose, then stood the breech-loading rifle upright on the ground, and began the standard procedure of loading the lead ball and ramming the charge.

After more than twenty seconds of rapid reloading, Lefei once again placed the Holy Rifle on the gun rack.

"Aim!" he shouted the command himself.

This was a requirement of the training, to ensure that the war monks were familiar with the commands, even if they were training alone, they had to shout the commands loudly.

"Fire!"

"Bang!"

The target at the edge of the forest swayed back and forth once more, but this time, Lefei's expression was much more dejected.

His body began to sway, and Horn, standing at the edge of the range, knew that this was probably the limit.

So he quickly stopped Lefei and turned to look at the accompanying priest beside him: "What number was that shot?"

"Seventh shot."

Horn turned to look at Wickdor beside him, their surprise evident.

Previously, they had discovered that Lefei's hand cannon brigade had suddenly fired a second shot and were investigating the reason.

But today's result exceeded everyone's expectations. Lefei's previous tests were generally four shots, and five when he performed well.

But today he fired seven lead balls, his Holy Power increased by almost doubled, which meant that if it could be popularized, the ammunition capacity of the Holy Riflemen would increase again by nearly doubled.

The extra three lead balls came from the triangular pendant on his neck.

Previously, Lefei's hand cannon brigade went to help Mormont. Mormont followed the principle that if he couldn't pay wages, he would use the excess scraps as payment.

These scraps were used to make this triangular pendant.

Mormont, standing aside, looked even more surprised than Horn. He looked up at Lefei for a moment, then looked down at the pendant in his hand, lost in thought.

"Did you invent this amulet yourself?" Horn approached him, his head peeking over his shoulder.

Mormont first turned his head and then looked down at Horn: "My teacher invented it, Your Grace, but this amulet is not very effective, we rarely make them."

"You also said you developed Mithril to the extreme," Horn reached out his hand, "Is this unique to you? Let me see."

"Yes, this is unique to our Flame Rose Society," Mormont handed the triangular pendant to Horn.

The soft leather cord slid across his palm, and Horn raised the pendant to his eyes, carefully observing it.

This triangular pendant is wrapped with iron and cork on the outside, which looks very simple.

Inside is a conical black iron-like object. Horn reached out and touched it. From the feel, it didn't feel like metal, but rather like some kind of black glass.

"How much do you understand about the principle of this thing?"

Mormont pointed to the black glass object and smiled: "At first, we discovered that it would change color slightly when it came into contact with mana. Later, we accidentally wore it, and it could reduce the burden of using Fireball.

Then it has always been our amulet. In the past few years, we have sold about a dozen of these amulets, but most of them complain that they are not effective."

Horn tapped the black glass object with his fingernail: "What is this called?"

"Electrum."

Holding the pendant up to the sun, Horn closed his left eye. The sunlight penetrated the pendant, giving it a translucent texture.

Turning his head, Horn asked: "Natural metal or alchemical product?"

"It's an alchemical product. Electrum is called a metal, but it's actually a mistake of the wizards at the time. Electrum is made of crystal, but the wizards at the time regarded crystal as a kind of metal," Mormont explained from the side.

"Patrick, come and take a look," Horn handed the thing in his hand over, "Have you seen this before?"

"Electrum should be unique to the Flame Rose Society," Patrick fiddled with the amulet, "Every secret society has more or less some of these things. The Joanites have amulets that are similar for protection against illusions."

In fact, often it is these alchemical formulas and spellcasting techniques that allow secret societies to organize.

Because many secret societies were formerly composed of witch familiars, scholars who studied witches and magic, so many secret societies still maintain the traditions and rules of scholarly societies.

"You mean to say that almost every secret society has some kind of technology or small invention?"

"Yes," Patrick scratched his head, replying as a matter of course, "What's wrong? Wasn't the telescope also made by a secret society?"

Horn was stunned for a moment, then his breathing became rapid: "How many specifically? Have you ever kept statistics? Or made a list?"

"Hundreds or thousands, maybe even tens of thousands. We haven't specifically counted, but some are secret society secrets and rarely revealed, such as Red Dragon's Breath," Patrick looked down at Horn, "Most of these things have different effects."

"No, no, you, haven't you thought about other uses or mass production?" Horn asked in disbelief.

Whether it's Mithril or telescopes, or this Electrum, any alchemical product has a rather heaven-defying use.

In a sense, these secret societies actually possess technologies far beyond the times.

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"No," Patrick spread his hands, "First, who would dare to buy the goods of wizards? Second, it's not very useful, who would buy it? Third, to expand production, where would we get so many alchemists?

Finally, and most importantly, this is not a novel thing, who doesn't have some alchemical props? It's not like there are no alternatives."

A strange expression slowly appeared on Horn's face.

According to Patrick's implied meaning, over thousands of years, this small Black Serpent Bay has constantly conceived and hatched, giving birth to alchemical products that greatly increase productivity.

With these high technologies, they stubbornly hid them and used them themselves in a small range.

Horn has always believed that whether it is to fight against the Imperial army or to bring new life to Thousand River Valley, the Salvation Army must first achieve industrialization, at least proto-industrialization.

However, the road to industrialization or modernization has two major difficulties: one is funding, and the other is technology.

Originally, funds could be forcibly obtained by various means. A little blood inside and outside could barely be put together.

But because in another world, most of the technologies from Horn's old home are useless in this world.

For example, water vapor will permeate the void, for example, metals hardly conduct electricity, for example, gunpowder does not produce explosions.

For the technology of industrialization, all Horn can do is to teach methodology, give vague directions, and then wait for the flowers to bloom and bear fruit.

This process cannot be done overnight, and the Papal State Royal Academy of Natural Theology he established was born for this purpose.

If the secret societies are really as Patrick said, and each secret society has its own unique skills, maybe these technologies can really cover Horn's needs.

Whenever he thinks of this, Horn feels absurd about the Black Serpent Bay people's nonsense.

The way the secret society wizards use it has a kind of aesthetic feeling of sharpening high-precision nano-chips and tying them to wooden sticks to make wooden spears.

In this way, the Black Serpent Bay secret societies are simply sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it.

However, Horn touched his chin. Judging from the fierce infighting within the secret societies, it is not an easy task to truly develop the treasure mountain.

I have to think of a good way to get the major secret societies to put aside their grievances and develop together.

With this matter in mind, Horn flicked the triangular pendant, feeling great.

"Patrick, I'm giving you a task. Write me a list of all the similar alchemical products you know, and also write down which secret society they belong to," Horn put away the pendant and said to Patrick.

"All of them?" Patrick's face showed his usual tired expression.

"All of them!" Horn emphasized again, then beckoned to Mormont, "Mormont..."

Mormont stepped forward and bowed slightly: "I am here, Your Grace."

"I will allocate alchemists to you, I mean, natural priests, try to equip all the Holy Riflemen with Electrum pendants before the end of the month, can you do it?"

"Yes, I will try my best, Your Grace."