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At a distance of five hundred to one thousand meters, machine guns and artillery are enough to smash all standing enemies, while spear throwing attacks are obviously not suitable for trench warfare, it takes three to five seconds from the magic stone to take effect, as long as the bullet production capacity keeps up, the mad demon will not even have a chance to throw a short spear.

This means that at least on a frontal battlefield where the two armies meet, humanity definitely has the power to fight.

"How nice it would be if you were born in Tachira," Agatha sighed as she looked at Roland's weapon, "There are a hundred times more ordinary people in the Fertile Plains than in the Grey Keep, and so are the witches. If everyone had a spear in their hand, perhaps the devil would have gone back to where they came from. ”

Roland smiled, but didn't think so in his heart.

After all, it was an empire dominated by witches more than 400 years ago, and if there really was a weapon that could give mortals the power to surpass witches, would the higher echelons of the Federation gladly accept its existence? In any era, witches are a minority - from the Dawn Realm all the way to the Fertile Plains, there are tens of millions of humans, and there are only a few thousand witches, and those ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time will willingly set foot on the battlefield? In the event of a reversal of power, the collapse of the ruling class will inevitably lead to civil strife, and the idea of fighting for the survival of humanity seems extremely empty even after the awakening of nationalism, let alone the lofty ideals of a group of people living in slavery.

Of course, he wouldn't say these things in public, Agatha was just a researcher at the Secret Society, so it was better not to let her get involved in political affairs.

After the damage test was over, Anna cut off the devil's limbs again and put it in an iron cage.

"Is that all right?" asked Agatha.

Roland shook his head, "I'll be here for the time being today, and I'll have an injury test tomorrow morning." ”

"What's that?"

"Test the resistance of the various parts of the devil to gunfire, as well as the effects of chemical drugs, madness pills, and dream water," he muttered, "and by the way, the composition of the red mist also allows Lucia to try to isolate it and see what she can get." ”

It's a pity that you can't keep devils for a long time, otherwise you have Nanawa's healing ability, and you can get more comprehensive data with only a small number of devil samples.

Agatha yawned, "Whatever you want, but I need two witch assistants to make the sigils, and the materials must be prepared in advance, once the devil dies, the blood won't last long, so it's best to start dissolving the Punishment Stone while it's still alive." She paused, "By the way, have you figured out what kind of sigil you want to make?"

"As long as there are enough magic stones, any kind of thing can be made?"

"Of course," she nodded, "failure doesn't consume the stone itself, at most it makes me ...... No, nothing. ”

Roland raised an eyebrow, "Let you what?"

"Don't worry, it's just a slip of the tongue," Agatha pouted, "at most you'll lose some ordinary material." ”

Seeing that the other party didn't want to say any more, he didn't continue to ask, "Let me study the "Magic Stone Encyclopedia" first, and I'll tell you the answer tomorrow morning." ”

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Edith Kant stood by the window and looked out at the city at night - merchants often said that candles meant wealth, and the brighter the place at night, the richer. She thought that the brightly lit scene would only be seen in the taverns or theaters in the inner city of the royal capital, but it was here that she learned what it meant to stay up all night.

This is the case on the southern bank of the Chishui River.

From a distance, the shore seemed to be lit up, but instead of the orange-red glow of the campfire, it was a soft yellow light, steady and bright, as if the light of the sun was separated by a fine veil.

Under such light, the entire factory area produces all kinds of goods at night without stopping, which they call industrial products.

The steam engine is one of them.

The afternoon visit gave Edith an indescribable shock, much more than the battle or anything else...... Even His Majesty's so-called abolition of fiefdoms cannot be compared.

When she walked into the factory and saw the rough iron ingots being sharpened by the fast-rotating grinding wheel, and then the holes were spun out by the drill bit, her eyes were immediately captivated. Especially at the end, when the iron is washed to become shiny parts, it has a new beauty.

With the roar of the machine, the hard material is processed into different shapes, and then combined in a unique way to move on its own – what a wonderful power.

The factory floor was dripping with sewage, metal shards everywhere, and the noise and humid air were not wonderful places, but Edith spent the whole afternoon.

And she clearly remembered that the city hall officials who took the envoy group to visit looked impatient, and wished to leave this noisy place as soon as possible. It wasn't until the group was about to return home that the man breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time there was a sentence that was still fresh in her memory, "I really don't know what this thing is so beautiful? 」

Hidden beauty?

Edith felt a strong resonance in an instant.

That's right...... This is beauty, the beauty brought by the power of purity, the beauty that can be kneaded and transformed by the wanton kneading of metal, especially when she understands the operation of the steam engine, and there is a beauty that takes advantage of the general trend of nature.

This beauty is far from being matched by colorful gemstones or delicate and luxurious clothing.

She only felt that something in her heart was faintly touched.

How did His Majesty know this? What else did he know?

Suddenly, a knock on the door outside the bedroom interrupted Edith's thoughts.

"Sister, I'm done," Cole probed in, "the water is still hot, do you want to wash it again?"

"Have you figured out how the water gets here?" she commanded, "have you figured out how to get water here?"

"I inquired and the water in the pipes seemed to be coming from the towers that had been erected," Cole touched his head and walked into the room, "and they couldn't tell how the water got up the well." By the way, there's something in the bathroom that you should try, it looks like a special grease, but when it gets wet, it smells good, and it's great to wash your body, I bet even a milk rose bath isn't so refreshing!"

Was this also a deliberate arrangement by His Majesty? The Mission's quarters were located near the castle district, a four-story house, the top floor even half a cut higher than the castle, and not only did it offer a night view of Neverwinter, but even the layout and facilities of the rooms were quite clever - although small, they were extremely comfortable to live in. According to the official receiving at the city hall, this is a hotel specially prepared by His Majesty for foreign envoys, and it seems to be called the "Diplomatic Building".

In her opinion, whether it is the water that gushes out when the valve is unscrewed, or the washing that Cole praises, it should be a deliberate display by Roland Wimbleton.