The wounded soldier was quickly healed by Nanawa, and the joint fracture was already handy for her. When Roland had the First Army return to camp, only the chief knight, the witch, and a few guards remained.

With a gloomy face, he walked over to the corpse and instructed Carter to cut through the shot in the back.

The blood hole was about one and a half fingers deep, and after the incision was opened, it was found that the lead pellet had been ruptured, and the wounds were basically the same as ordinary people.

"What do you think?" he asked Carter.

Carter also looked a little annoyed, probably because he didn't expect to let someone who had never received swordsmanship training shake a move, "It's just that I have the strength and speed, if I don't want to see what he can do, I can cut off his head with the first blow." ”

"What if the other party is a knight?"

"This ......," Carter thought for a moment, "if it were the kind of knight under the Duke, I would probably be able to barely handle it, but if I were replaced by the Knights of the Royal Capital, I would not be able to handle it." ”

Roland is noncommittal, everyone duels with skill and swordsmanship, Carter may be right, but with the addition of equipment, the situation will take a turn for the worse. Assuming that the prisoner was wearing heavy armor, an iron helmet, and a two-handed greatsword during the test, he would definitely not be able to win easily.

The boost that comes with great power is multifaceted - heavier armor and weapons, faster bursts, and longer battles. Roland felt that he had to correct his previous thoughts at the Long Song Fortress, adrenaline? No, this thing is much scarier than adrenaline, hormones stimulate the human body at most, and the red pill has obviously made the prisoner break through his limits. In particular, the speed and momentum he showed when running were almost comparable to that of hoplites.

The black pill was equally effective, and the nearly rib-slicing slash and the close-range shooting could not stop him. If it were an ordinary person, he would have lost his combat effectiveness because of the pain.

A strange civilian who is not afraid of pain is already so strong, what if it is a group of well-trained soldiers? Roland couldn't help but frown at the thought of what the High Priest said.

"Your Highness," said Nightingale, "look at his skin. ”

The skin of the prisoner's hands had faded to a gray color, and a large number of folds appeared, like a molting snake. Roland poked with the hilt of the knife and found that the subcutaneous muscles were no longer solid, but empty to the touch. After the incision, it was found that the subcutaneous fat had completely turned into mucus, and the muscles had atrophied.

"It's the same as after swallowing the Divine Punishment Stone," she said, looking at the prince, "the pill does contain the stone's ingredients. ”

"But just swallowing a stone doesn't have the effect of increasing power," Roland pondered, "how the hell did they do such an unscientific thing?"

The pill appears to have strong side effects, and it's unclear whether they're permanent or recoverable, with Roland preferring the former. If the latter is the case, this morphine-apine-adrenaline hybrid and enhanced version of the drug is a miracle of war, and it is not surprising that the Church can use it to dominate the world as long as it is taken in batches according to the recovery time.

Even if it was short-lived and had side effects, it was enough to be wary of himself, Roland thought. If the church were to switch to Tifeco or Garcia, they would face an army of drug addicts.

What made him even more uneasy was that the church was willing to sell this kind of thing, so he didn't think about whether the new king would use the pill to bite them back after the unification of the Gray Keep? The Gray Keep could recruit much more cannon fodder to go to the battlefield than the old and new holy cities, and if it was consumed, the Inquisitor would only be exhausted little by little.

Unless...... They have stronger cards in their hands and don't care about that.

Roland sighed when he thought of this, he originally planned to solve the problem of insufficient population and funds in the town by attacking the Changge Fortress, and then focus on education, production and agriculture, and strive to expand the border town into a city in a short period of time, as for the research of weapons, it will be put aside for the time being. However, it now seems that the construction of the army must also not be put down, the First Army must be expanded in numbers, the production of flintlock pistols must continue, and the research of new weapons must be put on the agenda as soon as possible -- such as breech guns and fixed ammunition.

The mechanical principle of the breech gun is not difficult, and the fixed ammunition can be made of paper, or it can be stamped with copper sheets many times.

Only the primer used for fixed ammunition, Roland still did not have a clue. All he knew was that it was called mercury thunderate, and literally, the raw material must be nitric acid and mercury. As for whether he needed anything else, he couldn't remember for a while. And I have the impression that this thing requires humidity and temperature when it is made, and it is highly dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will blow up your fingers into the sky. After thinking about it, he decided to spend a lot of money to recruit a group of alchemists to come back, and build a laboratory in the corner of the town for them to ponder by themselves.

After dinner, Roland called Anna and the scroll into the office.

Now that the financial purse of the border town has swelled, he will soon invest half of his assets in the big pit of compulsory education, which costs a lot of money and has slow results.

Industrial society needs high-quality workers with basic cultural qualities, not illiterate people with brute force. If universal education is not in place, the demographic dividend will only become a burden on the population.

In view of this, he plans to take some time out every night from today onwards to give lectures. By the time the books have mastered the basics of the natural sciences, the first literacy tasks will be completed in almost the town.

As a future pioneer of education and an all-round teacher, Roland naturally wanted to pass on all his life's learning to her. And calling Anna with him was out of his preference.

Anna has no ability to forget, but her thirst for knowledge and willingness to learn on her own initiative are the strongest of all witches. He could often see the other party rummaging through books in his bookcase, and after half a year, he was afraid that the few books had been rummaged through by her. In addition to this, her speed of acceptance of new things and her logical way of thinking are also rare in this era.

Taking the elementary textbooks of mathematics and physics that have been conjured up from the books, he began to talk about today's teaching content.

From the very beginning of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, to the slightly more complex equation calculations, Anna's comprehension ability is obviously better than that of the book. When switching to physics, the book almost first memorized what Roland said, and then slowly understood it. And Anna can ask a few questions from time to time.

For example, what do elementary particles look like, why do elementary particles make up different shapes, and so on......

Some Roland could answer, some he couldn't.

For example, what exactly is magic.

He had no choice but to take out the speculation he had thought about before and say that magic might be a kind of energy, similar to electricity and heat, and that only witches could use it at the moment. It is not excluded that other ordinary people will be able to store and use magic in some way in the future.

Anna looked thoughtful.

When it comes to teaching women, especially those who are outstanding, time flies. Before you know it, the candle has been changed twice, and a new one is about to come to the end.

Suddenly, Roland heard a slight cry, and the nightingale lay in the sofa chair and fell asleep unconsciously—perhaps such a lesson was like a lullaby to her, and the fog lifted the obscure, and her ungraceful sleeping position was exposed to the eyes of the three of them.

The prince shook his head with a smile and decided to start today's lesson. He took off his coat and gently covered her, blew out the candles, and closed the door with Anna, who was smiling, and the scroll. (To be continued.) )