Reborn as the Lord of Another World

Chapter 32

When Brian woke up, the first thing he saw was the gray-white ceiling.

The sunlight outside the window was a little dazzling. He closed his eyes a little and opened them again, but the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

It's not a dream, he thought, I... am still alive? He tried to move his body, but found that he could only shake his fingers, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

Then he heard someone shout, "He's awake, go and inform His Highness."

His Highness? Bryan felt like his brain was stuffed with a cloud of paste, and his train of thought was much slower than usual. By the way, how did he faint? It seemed that he was pierced by a poisonous snake in his chest and was about to die soon. At the last moment, a woman like a ghost suddenly appeared and defeated all the enemies in an incredible way...

Soon, a maid reached out and helped him up, leaning against the head of the bed. Another person brought a basin to help him wash his face. Brian had obviously never experienced such comprehensive and close-fitting service, and there were some young maids by his side, which made him feel a little at a loss.

Fortunately, this cramping didn't last long. When the fourth prince entered the room, everyone bent down.

He had so many things to ask, but he didn't know what to say first. On the contrary, Roland nodded and said, "I already know your deeds, Brian, you are a well-deserved hero."

As soon as the word "hero" came out, Brian suddenly felt his eyes sore and his voice choked up, "No... Your Highness, my friend is the real..."

Roland patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Just as Nightingale had predicted, after Ferocious Scar was dragged to the torture chamber, before the warden could make a move, he told everything he knew.

The mastermind behind this team was not his brother and sister Wang, but the Elk family of Longsong Stronghold. Count Elk contacted Hills Mead, a distant relative, and after Fury Scar, he controlled most of the patrol members through lure and differentiation. In addition, he also sent a good replacement into the team as insurance in case of accidents during the operation. The purpose of these people is not to assassinate him, but to burn pure grain so that he can go back to the fortress obediently.

The plot resulted in the death of an innocent man, Greyhound, who was stabbed to death with a dagger by the patrolmen when he tried to stop the criminal attempts of Scar and his party. The team that had been replaced by Viper was nowhere to be seen, presumably in the morning. After discovering that the castle was not on fire and Scar did not return on time, he realized that the plan had been exposed and fled directly.

After Bryan's mood stabilized, Roland said, "Your friend Greyhound, he will get a funeral that suits his status. His family will also be properly arranged, and there will be no need to worry about food in the future."

"Thank you, Your Highness," Brian took a deep breath, "May I ask Fury Scar... Is he dead too?"

"He's still alive."

The patrol captain closed his eyes in pain, he would rather not be rescued, but drag the other party to hell together. But this hope has become slim... There is no doubt that Fury Scar is guilty, but the crimes committed by the nobles can be redeemed with money. As long as his uncle is willing to protect him, Fury Scar is very likely to not die.

Roland could naturally guess what he was thinking, "Hills Mead, the fierce scar in your mouth, is a member of the Elk family in Longsong Stronghold. The one in charge of the family is Lockin Mead, the earl who was named Duke Ryan, and his distant uncle..." He paused for a moment, "But none of this will affect the final judgment. The fierce scar has been sentenced to hang and will be executed in three days. If you can recover, you might as well go and see."

Bryan's eyes suddenly widened, "But... but Your Highness, nobles can atone for their sins with golden dragons, you won't be angered by doing this -"

Roland waved his hand and signaled him to take it easy, "Noble? Maybe to you, he was born in the Elk family, and his status is different from yours. But in fact, he has neither a title nor a fief, so he is not a noble at all. Second, even if he is a noble, invading the prince's palace, trying to burn grain in vain, and ignoring the lives and deaths of more than 2,000 people in Border Town, these three evil deeds add up to unforgivable sins."

If Roland was still hesitant about Tyre's death, the fierce scar was completely unforgivable. If he succeeded, his foundation in Border Town would be destroyed in one fell swoop, and there would be no chance to turn over. This was much more hateful than directly assassinating him.

As for whether this reaction would anger Longsong Stronghold, who cared? Since the other party was unwilling to do business with him and chose to use ruthless methods to harm Border Town, of course he could not back down. This incident also gave Roland a warning - the political struggles in this world were not like what he was familiar with in the past. Most of them were focused on the competition under the table, but more on the method of lifting the table, which was much more primitive and bloody.

"Have a good rest, you've lost too much blood, so don't leave the castle. I've arranged for others to carry out the patrol work, and when the Month of Demons is over, I'll hold a canonization ceremony for you."

"Your Highness," Brian looked at the prince in disbelief after hearing the last sentence, "You mean..."

"Yes, you will be my knight, Mr. Bryan," Roland replied with a smile.

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"Prepare - stab!"

Fan Na gritted his teeth and stabbed the long wooden pole in his hand with the same force as last time, and the angle was roughly the same.

This time he fired the hundredth shot.

There was a feeling of numbness in his arm, and Van Ner felt that he couldn't hold on anymore. Although he thought so when he fired the 50th shot, the conditioned reflex after a week of training still made him obey the order. To be honest, even he himself was surprised that he could hold on until now.

"Everyone - rest!"

After Iron Axe shouted the command , there was a sound of exhaling around, and Van Na also breathed a sigh of relief, put down the gun barrel, and sat directly on the ground.

By now, he finally understood that his militia was not the brisket unit responsible for running errands for guards or knights. After a week of bizarre training, their practice program gradually became more and more decent. For example, now, standing on the city wall and stabbing and withdrawing long guns according to the hunter's command - even though the long guns were replaced by wooden poles, Fanna could quickly think of his role.

The logistics team would never do this kind of practice, which also meant that they would confront the demonic beasts head-on on the city wall. Just thinking about this kind of thing was scary enough. Van Na originally planned to sneak away, but for some reason, seeing his teammates training together, thinking of the rich meals and considerable salary every day, he was hesitant to make this decision.

=== Chapter 33, Gunpowder ===

"Stand up, His Highness the Fourth Prince is here," Iron Axe clapped his hands and shouted before he could rest for a quarter of an hour.

Van Na quickly returned to his position. The previous special training made him have a conditioned reflex to obey orders. Almost subconsciously, he had already raised the wooden pole and performed the preparatory action of the previous stab.

The prince and his party walked up the city wall and walked behind the team. Van Ner noticed that His Highness slowed down when he passed by his position.

Roland sighed in his heart, saying that getting up late would ruin the morning and getting up early would ruin the day, which was indeed the truth. Just after dealing with the aftermath of the night attack on the castle, he had to come to review the results of the militia's recent training. Pity himself for not sleeping all night, and now he is sleepy. But he can't not come, now that the team has entered the stage of combat training, as the highest commander, not showing up for a long time will cause his sense of existence to decline, and his heart will become unstable.

Well... what should be said during a general review? Roland thought about it, comrades, hello, comrades, have you worked hard? If no one answers the second half, it will be awkward to shout this slogan out, so it's better to chat with someone casually, show your respect for the virtuous, and improve your reputation.

He planned to do so and patted a young man who looked relatively strong.

"You've trained hard. Do you feel tired? Did you eat well for three meals?"

Based on his past experience of reading the news, the other party's reaction should have been to answer excitedly loudly, "Not tired, very good!" But he was excited, turned around and knelt down on one knee, which scared Roland.

Vanna felt that he was favored by heaven. His Royal Highness the Prince actually cared about him in a kind tone whether he was tired from training or not! Normally, not to mention the royal family, even ordinary nobles were unwilling to say a word to them. He instinctively imitated the knight's salute to His Royal Highness the Prince, regardless of whether this etiquette was appropriate for him. There was only one voice in his heart: when he returned to the old street in the future, Vanna could also be considered a top figure.

After being asked to stand up, Fan Na's mind was still in chaos, and he couldn't remember how he answered.

Finally, when His Highness asked if there were any opinions or opinions on the training that could be raised, Vanna suddenly became much clearer - this was a good opportunity! If His Highness could think that the militia alone could not bear the heavy responsibility of guarding the city wall, wouldn't he have to worry about whether to run or stay all day?

He carefully considered his words in his heart, "Your... Respected Highness, the current number of militia is really too small. According to the current training method, when the demonic beasts attack, everyone can only defend less than one-third of the city wall at most. Look..."

Even if the prince recruits a few more batches, there may not be enough time for training, Vanna thought. In addition, the weapons used by these people are also a big expense. It is difficult for Border Town to gather three hundred long spears for three hundred people in two months, and even one hundred is very difficult - so they are still training with wooden poles.

If His Royal Highness could realize this, he might recruit a group of mercenaries from other towns as the main defense force. At least they don't need training to go directly to the battlefield, and they bring their own weapons and armor, but the price is relatively high.

Roland thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "You're right. It's not realistic to rely solely on a militia to guard the entire city wall."

Fanna was delighted. His Highness meant that... he agreed with his opinion?

But the fourth prince did not say the words he expected to hear, but called Iron Axe to his side, "Evil beasts are just mutants of wild beasts in a sense, and they do not have the ability to think, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness, ordinary demonic beasts are still no different from wild beasts, and even their habits are basically the same... But I haven't seen many mixed beasts, and I can't be sure."

"That's fine. Although it's nearly 1,800 feet (600 meters) long from the Chishui River to the foot of the North Slope Mountain, can we lure them to attack a specific area?"

"Are you referring to setting traps?" Iron Axe asked.

"It's a trap, but not the kind that hunters usually use. Ordinary traps capture prey by hiding themselves, but I plan to do the opposite, setting up pocket-shaped barriers, such as fences, slopes, and ditches, far from the city walls, to force these brainless demonic beasts to bypass automatically. The continuous obstacles will guide the prey to the designated location, and finally concentrate in the defensive area we have prepared," Roland said, looking at Iron Axe, "As for how to lure these monsters, I think no one is better than you."

Iron Axe thought for a moment, "Guiding them is not a problem. Wolf breeds don't like to touch water, wild boar breeds are afraid of light, and other evil beasts also have their own habits. But Your Highness, this will cause all evil beasts to concentrate within this 600-foot range. Isn't it too dangerous?"

"If we only rely on long spears and bows, that's true." Roland said confidently, "But now we have new weapons."

When he was about to leave, the prince came up behind Vanna again and patted his shoulder. "Good observation, what's your name?"

"Fan... Fan Na, Your Highness."

"I will propose to my chief knight that you be the deputy of the long spear team. Mr. Vannier, work hard."

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Roland built a new bungalow in the backyard of Duan Burning House, which was used to make snow powder - gunpowder.

This room of about 300 square meters has only one entrance and the strictest security system is implemented. Two knights are guarding the entrance, and anyone who enters needs to register and search to prevent bringing in ignition objects. Any source of fire is prohibited indoors, so work can only be done during the day. In order to prevent nightingales from sneaking in, gauze curtains are also hung at the door frame.

"Is this the new weapon you were talking about?" Carter, who had been summoned, picked up a bit of black powder with his fingers and sniffed it in front of his nose. "Isn't this snow powder?"

Iron Axe may not be clear, but Carter often attends royal ceremonies and naturally knows that this is what is in the Mingli barrel. The recipe for the Alchemy Workshop's proud work is a secret to outsiders, but if the prince wants it, he can definitely get it.

"It's snow powder, but not entirely," Roland said, "the latest improved product of the alchemy workshop, I call it gunpowder."

Gunpowder can be said to be a must-have farming tool for any time traveler. The materials come from a wide range of sources. As long as you know the best ratio of charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter 1:1:7.5, you can make it without any technical barriers.

The snow powder of this era was a low-quality product with 60% charcoal content, 20% sulfur and saltpeter content, and 20% other strange materials (such as mercury, butter, honey, etc.). It burned slowly, released less gas, and could not fully play the role of gunpowder. But Roland knew that alchemists were also constantly experimenting with other ratios. At most thirty years, snow powder that was closer to the standard black gunpowder formula would appear.

In history, it took a long time after gunpowder was invented to completely eliminate cold weapons, because of the formula and the corresponding weapon manufacturing process could not keep up.

However, many people overlook that even without relying on guns, gunpowder itself is an extremely terrifying weapon.