Chapter 375 Your Lung Function Is Much Worse than His!

The obstacle that Gretel couldn't overcome even if he thought about it became easy when he got to Prince Rosegar.

I don’t know who conveyed what, but by the time Gretel reacted, there was already a large group of noisy dwarves lining up outside the forge:

"Me! I came first!"

"Let me go first!"

"Let me blow it too!"

Gretel had to quickly make a bunch of forms. Write a piece of paper by hand, and then use [Scribe Technique] to change one into two, two into four, four into eight... Fortunately, his space bag is big enough, and he keeps enough miscellaneous things in his daily life, so there is no risk of shortage of materials.

A dozen scribes were photographed one after another, and the data tables were piled up in a thick pile. Soon, Gretel assumed the posture of a medical examiner and sat down in front of the table seriously:

"……Name?"

"Bonun Firehammer."

"age?"

"121 years old."

"Profession?"

"Patrol member."

"What level of warrior?"

"Level 4."

"Smoking?"

"That's for sure!"

"How old were you when you started working as a miner? How old were you when you started working as a foundry? How old were you when you joined the patrol?"

"I started learning mining at the age of 62...I started learning casting at the age of 81...I just joined the patrol team last year..."

Very good, it has been exposed to dust for 60 years. Grete did some mental calculations and secretly complained that the dwarves' constitution was too buggy, so they could still be alive and kicking - if it were a human, even if the duration of exposure to dust was not taken into consideration, pneumoconiosis would still develop if the age was calculated directly after 15 years of continuous exposure to dust + heavy manual labor. Has it reached Phase II?

He cursed silently, smiled, released a [Detection Magic], and looked up. Behind Bonun, the barbarian was holding his [Endless Ink Pen] and standing solemnly against the background. The magic aura shone from the dwarf's back, illuminating small groups of shadows in his lungs, which were not obvious but could not be ignored.

Tsk, after being exposed to dust for 60 years, I still have some shadows on my lungs. Grete made a note on the form, took out an alcohol cotton ball from the bottle, wiped the funnel at the top of the glass tube, and handed it to Bonun:

"Come on, let's blow here..."

One person can be tested in one minute, and 60 can be tested in one hour. After working for three hours at a stretch, Grete lay on the table, too tired to even move - but that was not possible, he still had to organize the data by age, gender, exposure time, combat level...

"Ah - why didn't the tower spirit help me sort it out -"

He misses the tower spirit of Babel Tower! Spread out the paper, put it underneath and scan, and decades of data can be entered, organized, and calculated for you! Fast, accurate calculation, comes with quality certification, produced by Taling, it must be a high-quality product!

"Wake up, it's impossible." Master Ximond floated from the side and complained:

"There is a floating mage tower that can move, even for level 15 mages. Wherever you want to go, the tower spirit will take you wherever you want to advance to legend!"

Gretel hit his head on the desk.

No matter how hard it is, work must continue. The generator was spinning, the electrolyzer was beeping and steaming, and the furnace was filled with white fire. With the blessing of technological power, the speed of smelting iron ore is unusually fast, far ahead of other teams.

Such achievements are like a royal flag raised high, attracting dwarves to come to visit in an endless stream.

And Gretel was sitting at the door, waiting for the rabbit... no, waiting for the dwarf. See one, pull one:

"Have you ever blown it? Come and blow it and see who has the strongest breath! So far, the highest record is held by Raizel from the Steel Hammer tribe, 6500 ml, and no one has broken it yet!"

"Come on, come on!"

Another dwarf jumped up eagerly.

First it was the Fire Hammer Tribe, then the Steel Hammer Tribe, and then the dwarves who usually lived outside the royal court and only came during the King Selection period also flocked over to visit. Prince Rosega accepted all comers and worked hard, letting them watch as they pleased.

Soon, Grete saw members of the King Selection Team from the Steel Hammer Tribe, Silver Beard Tribe, and even the Black Rock Tribe among the visitors.

——That’s right, I’m talking about that priest, from the Glorious Holy See!

Grete winked quietly. Bernard turned around and entered the forging room, dragged a wooden box and sat down on it.

The black-robed priest didn't seem to notice his actions. He stood in the queue of dwarves, saw the spinning coils from the steam engine, then saw the steaming electrolyzer, and finally marveled at the continuous and stable white fire. After completing one lap, he left quietly without taking out his notebook to record anything on the spot.

Grete pretended not to notice. He continued to greet the dwarves warmly:

"Come and show off! Challenge the record!"

As soon as the Black Rock Tribe people left the forging room, Archmage Serrano appeared. The high-level mage flicked his fingers, erected the sound barrier, and immediately grabbed Gray:

"You're just going to let them see it?"

——Secret! Big secret! A big secret that may greatly improve smelting efficiency!

Let the people of the Glorious Holy See watch it casually?

"No problem." Gretel raised a smile. He led the Archmage into the forging room and pointed under Bernard:

"Here's the secret!"

In the wooden box, the blue light emitted by the mercury arc rectifier was completely blocked by the wooden box.

The secret of the steam engine could not be kept secret for long. As long as it is spread over a large area in the dwarf tribe and spreads to the Holy See, it is only a matter of time; however, the processing accuracy, sealing gaskets and subsequent applications of the steam engine are what the parliament needs to hold in its hands.

As for oxygen blowing smelting——

Just kidding, if you can't convert AC to DC, you can pass AC current directly into the water and you won't be able to get anything out of it!

Besides, even if you know that direct current is needed, do you know what liquid can be electrolyzed? Did you know that before electrolyzing water, you need to add sodium hydroxide to the water? Do you know that pure oxygen comes out of one opening and hydrogen gas comes out of the other opening? The hydrogen gas must be guided out properly, otherwise it will explode?

Archmage Serrano couldn't help laughing. He nodded to Gretel a few times, turned around and left. Gretel shrugged at his back, returned to the door of the forging room, and raised his smile again:

"Who else hasn't boasted? Come over and challenge the record!"

All day long everyone worked hard. The ore that the team dragged back has been smelted into iron blocks. Judging from the volume, it is enough to create two sets of full-body armor-plus two dwarf battle axes and two war hammers.

Early the next morning, Jin Na dismantled the generator and electrolyzer, and reconnected the forging hammer to the steam engine. Grete, on the other hand, took the tests, records, and data that he had compiled all night long to find Prince Rosegar.

"Results of a large-scale test. At the same combat level, dwarves who have been exposed to dust for less than 40 years - that is, engaged in mining, smelting, casting, and often exposed to mineral dust and smoke, on average, are better than dwarves who have been exposed to dust for more than 60 years. Lung capacity is more than 10% higher."

Moreover, the proportion of dwarfs who have been exposed to dust for more than 60 years has a much higher proportion of lung shadows. Obviously, even if they have not yet developed stage I pneumoconiosis, long-term mining-related work has damaged their lung function.

Gretel's face was solemn. Rosega also straightened her face: "So?"

"So, if Kai has been running around in the wilderness and rarely engages in mining and casting, his lung capacity, that is, his breath, is likely to be 10% higher than yours. In battle, this is a very disadvantageous factor."

Grete bent down slightly, the tables in his hands were criss-crossed, and the data were clearly listed row by row. Prince Rosega stood on tiptoes, looked at his hand for a while, and frowned:

"So, what should we do?"

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