Chapter 69 Failed Projects

Looking at the cheerful appearance of the little old man, it was as if he was in a state where he had finally found a new job after two weeks without food. This image made Gawain's previous impression of him as an expert in the world disappear - now Gawain has completely It is certain that the shabby appearance of the other party's shabby robe, loophole, soft hat and beard is really not because of some hermit life, he is really poor...

In this situation, Gao Wen couldn't help whispering to Amber: "You found this person... Is it really reliable?"

"Oh, don't worry, although the character may be a little strange, but you have seen it, right? At least the Druid's ability is true - you are not the kind of pedantic noble who will look at people's origin and stick to the rules. "Don't you usually say that talent is the most important thing?"

He didn't expect that his usual muttering would be heard by this half-elf, and at this time he even took it out and took his army. know him?"

A little old man who seems to be the shame of a druid and Amber, the shame of an elf, are not against each other, but Gawain is still curious about how the two people know each other, is it just because they are the shame of their respective groups So it stinks?

But he didn't expect that Gawain's whispered words were heard by the little old man next to him, the druid with good ears turned his head and smiled: "Sir, I have known Amber's adoptive father for a long time, this little girl is a I look at the grown up, she has to call me uncle in terms of seniority..."

Amber immediately rolled his eyes: "Just you, a guy who doesn't look like an elder, wants me to call you uncle?"

"It turns out that you still have this relationship." Gawain nodded clearly. He heard Amber mention her adoptive father, and knew that it was a human stalker - in fact, a thief mixed in at the bottom.

Amber shook his head and said: "This guy used to be very familiar with my adoptive father. They were still under the banner of some night walkers, and they were going to be the most powerful thieves in the South, but they didn't get famous."

Gawain frowned subconsciously and looked at the little old man: "Have you been a thief before?"

"It's what happened in the past, it's what happened in the past," the little old man waved his hands again and again, "I don't do it now. What I have been doing all these years is to be a businessman."

Gawain thought it was interesting: "Is it because I couldn't get along as a thief, so I changed my career?"

"Because the craftsmanship is too trendy," Amber rolled his eyes beside him, with a look of disdain, "If he steals from the dead, he can be found, and he is beaten. He is not born to be a thief, and of course he is not Druid's stuff doesn't seem to be the stuff of antique experts and cooks now."

Gawain was stunned: "How did you find out what was stolen from the dead?"

"Mainly because there were more than 200 grave-sweepers standing next to me at that time..."

The little old man could only laugh embarrassingly on the side. Obviously, although he is an elder, his attitude towards Amber is really easy. I am afraid it is not a single time or two that he has been complained by the other side, especially now on this topic, Amber You Qi has the confidence to ridicule his thief skills: after all, he was beaten for stealing the dead, and Amber not only stole the dead, but also brought the dead to life...

Although it wasn't considered "stealing" at the time...

After a few chats, Gawain suddenly realized that he had forgotten a very important thing: "By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"

The little old man put his hand on his chest in a nondescript manner: "Pitman Lauren is happy to serve you. You can just call me Pitman."

"Very good, Pittman, you can take a rest first, and I will arrange someone to take you to your accommodation later. You have also seen this place, everything is still in its infancy, the living conditions may not be very good, but as long as you and I With the same efforts as the natives, this place will soon be a rich and comfortable new home.”

Pittman Lauren smiles: "For those bright little cuties,

I must try my best. "

The miscellaneous druid left the camp with the escort arranged by Gawain, leaving Amber and Gawain to look at each other, and after paying attention to the surrounding atmosphere, the half-elf lady smiled awkwardly and was about to leave, but was caught. Gawain grabbed it: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to help patrol the area around the camp!" Amber jumped and shouted, "Hey, let me go!"

"First explain what it means to 'dig out a 700-year-old antique' - I haven't forgotten this sentence."

"Alas--"

Everything is on track at the camp, but not everything is going to be smooth sailing.

In a yard on the west side of the workshop area, Rebecca was staring at the things in front of her in a daze.

In front of her is a kiln with a strange style. The kiln is made of refractory bricks and mud mixed with quartz sand. It looks like a huge bowl upside down on the ground. The simple rune, and at the bottom is a kiln door that had just been opened and was originally sealed with mud. It's a bit like a brick kiln used to burn bricks, but what's fired inside is not bricks.

What is burned is stone, or in other words, limestone powder and clay are mixed together and burned. The ancestors said that the calcined thing is mixed with the slag brought from the blacksmith shop, and after grinding it into powder, it can become a new kind of powder. building materials.

But it doesn't look like it was a success.

In the basket in front of the kiln are some burnt products. The finished product is a kind of gray-black compact, which looks dirty and ugly. There are many hard and brittle lumps mixed with large and small scraps. Becca has tried to forcibly grind some of the scraps together with the slag and mix it with water as directed by the ancestors, and now that the first batch of test mixtures have dried, they have become crumbly, Something like rotten wood.

It's impossible to build a house.

Rebecca put her finger on her chin and fell into thought, her face was dark and dirty, and she couldn't even bother to wash it.

She's either overseeing the installation of Leyline 1 and the new furnace at the blacksmith's shop (now renamed Cecil Steel Works) these two days, or she's here to burn stones. A good Viscountess spends most of her time there. It's so dirty, but the knights and soldiers in the territory are not surprised by this - after all, the previous Viscountess also had a similar style of painting all day long. Sometimes I went to the woods to fight with wolves and came back covered in mud. Everyone was used to it...

As for the nobles who had little chance to see the territory in the past, but now the commoners who can often come into contact with Heidi and Rebecca and others, they have a crush on this Viscountess who is always running around. There is a lot of goodwill and closeness: Gawain is a strong support and support, but he is too coercive to the commoners, Heidi is smart and kind, but somewhat unsmiling and too strict, only Rebecca, This girl who runs around to help, has no pretence, and treats everyone with a smile, almost makes everyone subconsciously ignore her noble status.

Another important reason is that Rebecca's big fireball is really a good hand for burning waste and blasting rocks...

Seeing that Rebecca was thinking, the few civilians who were helping out didn't dare to interrupt. They also didn't understand the purpose of the Duke's order to build such a place to burn stones, but the waterwheel ordered by the Duke has already shown its magic, the planning of the camp is also quite clever, plus the smoothness of the land reclamation work With the development and the existence of the newly recruited Druid, everyone was quite convinced by Gawain's arrangement. Although they couldn't see the use of burning stones... but it was always right to do it.

After thinking hard, Rebecca finally raised her head and came to a conclusion:

It is not suitable for you to think about this.

So she waved her little hand: "Take these things and show them to my ancestors!"

After a while, Gawain saw the pile of... indescribable things raised in front of him.

"This is what you burned... 'cement'?" He looked at Rebecca in astonishment. If he hadn't ordered it himself, he would have hardly been able to connect those gray-black lumps with the "cement" in his mind. come together.

"Hey? So this thing is called cement?" Rebecca opened her eyes, "What a strange name."

Gawain didn't have the time to explain the meaning behind the term. Although he was already mentally prepared for frustration, he still felt a subtle sense of frustration at this time. After the "rock" like porous rock, he completely confirmed the failure.

"This is what you said after mixing the finished product with water," Rebecca blinked, "it does condense very quickly, and it looks like a stone after congealing, but in fact it is Fluffy and crunchy…”

Before Rebecca said anything, an amber came out of nowhere: "What's fluffy and crunchy? I'll try it!"

Gao Wen pushed the other party back into the shadows, turned his head and sighed at the black lumps: "It seems to be a failure."

He repeatedly confirmed Rebecca's operation process, confirming that there is no problem from raw materials to production process, and he also learned that Rebecca herself has deliberately adjusted the ratio of various raw materials, firepower, calcination time and other parameters, There were also several cross-tests with four kilns, and even switching limestone and clay of different textures and origins, but with similar results.

This world once again showed Gawain its specialness and malice.

The properties of the substances do not match, how many of those well-known earthen recipes in memory can be used?

Gawain decided to test everything that he knew in his mind and that could be verified with simple methods if he had the conditions, and made the mental preparation that all tests would fail when he made this decision.

At the same time, Rebecca was still looking at him eagerly. This girl who finally helped everyone but failed seemed to have no idea that there was a problem with the "recipe" provided by Gawain, and subconsciously Put the problem down on yourself: "Master Ancestor... I let you down?"

"No, any experiment is a long process, especially when looking for a new material," Gawain shook his head and sighed, "You continue to try calcining with various stones and soils, and I will give you a few more. A possible recipe. Think of this as a long-term job you can try when you have spare time, and don't interfere with the progress of the steel mill."