In the palace of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Timothy held his scepter and looked down at the complacent Chief Alchemist Rayleigh Chenis.
"Do you have a clue about the alchemy formula taken away by the defector Bohr?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is the latest snow powder developed by the Alchemist Association. Please allow me to demonstrate it to you." Rayleigh bowed and said.
After getting the approval of the new King, he waved his hand behind him and immediately two disciples came forward, each holding a leather bag. He spread two pieces of white paper on the ground and poured the snow powder from the leather bag onto them, evenly forming two thin lines. One of them was grayish-white, while the other was much darker, close to grayish-black.
"Your Majesty, please take a look. This light-colored one is the snow powder originally used for celebrations, while the dark one is the latest developed fast-burning snow powder." Rayleigh took out a flint and ignited the powder on the paper. The light-colored snow powder slowly burned and emitted thick smoke, while the dark-colored powder was completely burned in a few breaths. At the same time, it also ignited the white paper that was laid on the ground.
"What does this mean?" Timothy frowned. "The thing that my dear sister has obtained is not something that can be solved by burning a piece of paper."
"Of course not, Your Majesty." Rayleigh touched his beard and smiled. "I don't know if you have noticed the smoke it emits when it burns. The faster the snow powder burns, the more smoke it emits in a short period of time. This is the reason why it is so powerful. I will use another experiment to prove this point. "
This time, it was two fist-sized parchment bags, tightly wrapped outside. The disciples ignited the slender ropes drawn out from the paper bags, and then covered the two copper bowls with the paper bags. The sparks followed the ropes and gradually climbed towards the copper bowls.
"Your Majesty, please pay attention, this time the sound will be louder, please cover your ears."
Just as the Chief Alchemist's voice fell, a loud bang was heard. One of the copper bowls was turned upside down, while the other was thrown directly to the roof. When it landed, it bounced a few times on the granite slabs, making a crisp sound.
Damn Timothy, who had almost let go of his scepter, unconsciously swallowed his saliva. Why didn't this old thing say so earlier?
The two apprentices brought the copper bowl back to the new king. He suppressed his anger and focused his attention on the bowl. After all, the king was the pillar of the Alchemy Workshop of the King's City. If he wanted to study alchemy weapons, he needed his help for the time being.
The appearance of the copper bowl had changed, as if it had been hammered from the inside. The rim of the bowl had swelled up.
"I've tested it repeatedly. The power of the snow powder doesn't lie in the combustion, but in the gas. This is also the reason why Borl took the formula away." Rayleigh stood in the middle of the hall and said, "If you increase the amount of snow powder and compress it into a ball, its power is enough to tear armor and tear the human body apart. I believe that this new type of snow powder will inevitably replace swords, spears, bows and arrows. Even a well-trained Knight won't be able to defeat a civilian covered in snow powder. "
This sentence caused a ripple in the hall. Timothy saw that the faces of several Knight in the hall were obviously gloomy. Among them, Steelheart Knight Weimar seemed to want to step forward and argue with the other side. He hurriedly knocked the floor with his scepter and said, "Quiet."
When everyone lowered their heads, he looked at Rayleigh Chenis and asked, "Is the formula that the defector took away exactly the same as yours?"
"No, Your Majesty," Rayleigh shook his head and said with a trace of disdain, "Although saltpeter is a common item in the Alchemy Workshop, the stock is not too much. When he was grinding and preparing the snow powder, he just happened to find this formula. Even if he wanted to experiment further, the amount he had was not enough for him to use it a few times. My quick-burning snow powder is the best formula obtained after a large number of tests. Its power is far greater than the product of coincidence. "
"That's good." Timothy felt relieved.Although he knew that there were many people in King's City who had been arranged by Garcia, he didn't expect that she also had confidants in the Alchemy Workshop. This defection was planned by one of her confidants, who took away the alchemist Frank and more than ten apprentices. Originally, it wasn't a big deal. Alchemists were very rare in other cities, but in King's City, there were at least twenty of them. It wouldn't be a big deal if one of them left. However, before this person left, he discovered a kind of extremely lethal snow powder. Before he could contribute the alchemy formula to the Alchemy Workshop, he disappeared without a trace the next day.
Timothy's secret agents only had enough time to catch the confidants who had been left behind to confuse the enemy, but they were unable to intercept Frank and his team. After learning the news, he immediately ordered the Imperial Prime Minister to purchase all the saltpeter in the city and asked the Alchemy Workshop to reproduce Frank's snow powder formula as soon as possible.Now, after only two months, there was a clear result, which made him quite satisfied. Even this old man, who was a little lacking in respect for him, was a lot more pleasing to the eye.
Timothy cleared his throat and said, "Well done, I will reward you with twenty-five Golden Dragons. In addition, I will open a snow powder workshop in the inner city of King's City, which will mass produce this fast-burning snow powder. You can't slack off, you should further study its usage. If you can really make the commoners defeat the Knight as you said, there is no harm in rewarding you with a title and territory. "
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
After the chief alchemist left, Sir Weimar couldn't help but stand up and say, "Your Highness, although this thing looks scary, it is absolutely impossible to use it to defeat the Knight. As you can see, it needs to be ignited, and its killing range is only about half a step. Before the commoners come close to me, I have dozens of ways to make them fall to the ground and die. Even if they come close, they can take advantage of the gap between the ignition to kill the opponent, and then calmly leave. What Rayleigh said is nothing more than the imagination of someone who has never been on the battlefield. "
"We also think so, Your Majesty." The other Knight opened their mouths one after another.
"That's why I let him continue to explore better ways to use it," Timothy comforted. "For example, shortening the ignition time, or being able to throw it and so on. Of course, no matter what kind of weapon it is, I believe that the Knight can do it better than the farmer. "
Although he said so, in his heart, there was also a trace of disapproval. The commoners were indeed useless, they were cowardly and ignorant, and they were greedy for life and afraid of death. But with the control of the pill, the snow powder could become a powerful weapon. At least, when attacking the city gate and the defensive line of shields, as long as a few crazed militia wearing snow powder approached the target, it would be enough to tear a hole in the solid defensive line.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. A guard anxiously walked into the palace hall, knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, the militia you sent to the Western Territory seems to have suffered heavy losses. Now the defeated soldiers have returned to King's City. I heard that they also brought a letter of reprimand from Roland Wimbledon. Now many people know about this matter."
"What?" Timothy was stunned. "Quickly make them shut their mouths, and bring all those who are still alive to the castle."
In the castle courtyard, a group of disheveled militia knelt on the ground like mud and begged, "Your Majesty is merciful, please give us some pills, I really can't stand it anymore."
You are a group of trash, in addition to exhausting the enemy, you are basically useless. Living is also a waste of food, and you still dare to ask me for pills? Timothy coldly looked at this group of people and asked in a deep voice, "In the end, how did you lose to the enemy? Whoever can explain the process of the battle, I will reward that person with the antidote."
The crowd suddenly shouted, "We were attacked while we were on the ship, and the fleet was soon in chaos. Sir Knight ordered us to disembark and assemble, but when we came ashore, there were people who kept shooting at us with crossbows, and it was so dense that we couldn't fight back. Sir Knight took the lead to surrender, and we also followed suit. "
"What about the Knight who led the team?"
"No, I don't know, they took us back to the camp, but we didn't see Sir Knight."
Timothy frowned, and his voice became even colder. "Then how did you come back?"
"It was Prince Roland who let us go," one of them hurriedly said, "He also gave us a letter, and asked us to deliver it to you."
"You guys."
"Yes, I also have one here."
"Your Majesty, I also have a letter."
The group of people quickly shouted, and one after another took out Roland's letter from their bosoms.
Damn it, he really sent this thing to everyone. Timothy motioned for the guards to take the letter, and found that all the papers had the same paragraph written on them.
I am sorry for your foolishness, Timothy Wimbledon. Repeatedly invading the Western Territory is a serious mistake, and you will pay for it. I will attack King's City at the beginning of the second month of autumn, and you will also find that your position is far from as safe as you think. At that time, all the people of King's City will see that your throne is already on the verge of collapse.
Roland Wimbledon.