The Release That Witch
Chapters 27's

Every day the weather was getting colder, and every day Roland woke up for a while.

As a member of the ruling class, of course he has the right to lie longer in bed, until the morning. In particular, every time he slept on his three velvet bedding blanket pillow, he felt like he was falling into a soft cloud. Dawdling in this kind of feeling can help him to improve his mood.

After Roland washed his face and gargled, he stepped into his office, where Nightingale had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Well, here's your breakfast. I ate half of it while it was still hot. But now, it was cold." Nightingale said as she pouted and pointed towards the table where less than half of the bread was left. Looking at this scene, it seemed like he was the owner of this place and not Roland.

"Did no one teach you to be humble before a prince?" Roland reached out to take the plate as he sat at his desk, "I still remember that at first you took etiquette quite seriously."

He sighed in his heart. He really did not expect that Nightingale would always be around him rather than accompanying Anna. It seemed like he was not on a mission but was walking around in the sunlight. Before, he had always hidden his figure. But now, as long as there were no outsiders around, she would openly show herself in the office without even wearing a veil.

"Like this?" He jumped off the table and bowed perfectly, "Lately you started waking up late. So, I think eating your breakfast will help you resolve this small matter, Your Majesty." he leaned his body towards Roland, "By the way, you don't care, right? I know you don't like this boring ritual."

Exact speech. Roland secretly cursed her. Is there something he doesn't see?

He sighed, "Bring breakfast with you. Once you start eating something, you have to finish it. I'll get another one if I want to eat."

"As you said, Your Majesty!” He smiled gently and went to put the plate by his side.

Roland took out a blank parchment, and began to finish the complementary design he had drawn in part.

If he wanted to defend Border Town, it would not be that easy after obtaining a tragic victory in their first fight, so he had to do something. Moreover, his new army had never seen blood. So Roland was worried that if a huge loss were to occur, his newly trained troops would not be able to brave themselves to stand on the wall.

He needed a weapon in his time to gain an absolute advantage over demonic beasts.

Without a doubt, guns will help.

In fact, this era had all the conditions for the emergence of weapons. Alchemists often made a powder, called 'snow powder', and used it for palace celebrations. But this snow powder had the wrong recipe for use as gunpowder, its combustion was slow and the explosion was more exaggerated than the damage it caused.

In the next hundred years, weapon prototypes - which can be used for war - might emerge. Such a firearm, due to its complex operation, would require the collaboration of two people to shoot. Under normal circumstances they were only used as one-shot weapons. But in terms of shooting speed and strength, they were still not comparable to a trained archer.

Roland was clearly not interested in the repetition of history.

With the help of the steam engine and the abilities of the witches, he could create a high-value weapon.

"I saw a purchase order on the table when you slept”, Nightingale swallowed the last piece of bread, and then casually asked, "What are you going to do with that much ice? It's wintertime. If you want to drink frozen beer You just need to put it outdoors, then why would you buy extra ice? "

"To make ice cheese, the current temperature is not low enough," Roland replied.

Although the woman in front of him was not an enemy, she could not tell everything like she did to Anna. Steam engines are something different, but things like firearms do not require a high level of technological understanding. Once dispersed, its distribution can no longer be controlled. As long as he did not know what kind of person he was, it would be best to keep a few things secret from him. As he thought up to here, he said pleading with Nightingale, "Is the Witch Cooperation Association not only looking for the Holy Mountain but also training the witches as assassins?"

"No, they just huddled together to find a cure to end their miserable lives," Nightingale waved her hand indifferently, "I joined the Witch Cooperation Association, but that was only two years ago."

"In other words, did you work for someone else before?" His outstanding knife-throwing skill was the result of years of hard practice and good instruction, so Roland could confirm that, "So besides me, it was, there are also others who are willing to protect the witches?"

"Residential?" Nightingale's face became a little strange, "How could it be. If she knew that I was a witch, she wouldn't even let me through her door. I'm afraid he'll kill me in secret if I stay with him after that. "

"Oh? Can you tell me more?"

Nightingale smiled and shook her head, but this time the smile contained many unknown emotions, "Your Majesty, you should wait until the time is right before I tell you. I know what you're worried about, but please rest assured. Five years ago I got my freedom, and now I don't have to work for anyone else. "

Her verification test failed, it seems that her charm points were not high enough, ah ... But his reply confirmed at least one of his assumptions - at least five years ago, he was a person involved in a fraudulent business. Fortunately, teaching and using Nightingale seems fortuitous, and her former employer is unlike her, who intends to hire many witches.

Roland did not continue this point any further as he bowed to his drawing to finish it.

After some time, he was a little surprised that the normally talkative Nightingale had now calmed down, and the only sound in the room was a blazing fire. By the time Roland lifted his head to stretch his aching neck, he could not detect any marks from her in the office.

"To come out without saying anything?," he murmured, as he folded the parchment in his hand and put it in his personal pocket.

The following days he was busy drawing weapon designs or testing ready-made designs.

His intention was to make a famous flintlock firearm. This type of weapon has been tested throughout history; the difficulty is making a weapon similar to the harquebus. First, the gunpowder must be inserted and then the lead ball must be filled. Its rate of fire was close to three rounds per minute, so it really did not require much skill to deal with the demonic beasts.

Most demon beasts could not climb the wall, so the shooting range was roughly the same as the height of the wall, which was twelve feet. At this distance, even with a bad goal it should be possible to hit a savage beast, and the main ball would also not lose much of its strength. If only the demon beast skins evolved to be as hard as steel, then they could easily be shot and killed.

The disadvantage lies in the production time of the flintlock. It starts with a match lock; the blacksmith must slowly hammer it into shape from the barrel to the trigger. The entire production of the weapon will take about three months, during which the barrel requires the largest share of it. It must first be struck into a thin, cylindrical shape, and then a spiral groove can be carved. Although without the proper equipment it was quite sophisticated, but it was still possible for a learned blacksmith to make a good barrel.

This was also one of the reasons Roland invented the steam engine first.

With a steam engine, he could use a steel drill to drill directly into solid iron, so that with this the production speed could be significantly increased. He didn't need an expert blacksmith to do the job, he only needed one table where he could install the barrel.