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Chapter 66: Winning Over

"You are great!"

Hailin lay beside Roselle, resting her head on his shoulder and spoke in a tender voice.

"Does that even need to be said?"

Roselle now feels that although the archaeologist's potion has little effect on improving physical strength, it is still useful at critical moments.

"Giggle!"

Hailin looked up at Russell, and suddenly stood up and sat a little higher. She reached out and stroked Russell's face, and asked softly:

"You know what? I actually have something to talk to you about!"

Russell glanced at Helin and was not surprised.

"As expected!"

Roselle had long guessed that there was someone supporting Hailin, so how could he not have thought that Hailin might have been instructed by someone to approach him.

"Then... do you know why I came to see you?"

"I don't know! I wonder if the beautiful Lady Helene can tell me?"

Roselle raised his head and kissed Hailin, looking like he didn't care about Hailin's purpose at all, he only cared about Hailin.

In fact, Roselle had some guesses that the only thing that attracted people's attention these days was the development of new weapons under the king's order.

Once a war breaks out, good weapons will certainly be crucial, and the ones who need these weapons are none other than the armies participating in the war.

Therefore, Hailin was most likely sent by a member of the radical faction, or even by the Kingdom of Loen or the Feysac Empire.

But wouldn't it make Russell seem less humorous if he said it directly?

Hailin's eyes flickered a few times, she bit her lips lightly with her teeth, hesitated for a moment and then spoke:

"I was sent by Adolf's secretary. He wants me to persuade you to join the Radicals."

Hailin glanced at Russell's eyes, and seeing that his expression did not change, she continued:

"They said that if you are willing to join them, they can give you a viscount title. In the future, you will be one of the pillars of the radical faction and have a great say."

Russell sneered, not because he thought Adolf was insincere.

Compared to the stingy king, Adolf was already very generous, but whether he could fulfill his promise was still a question.

The radicals are not the conservatives. The radicals are much more powerful than the conservatives. If a viscount wants to become a pillar, he must have hard power in his hands.

For example, controlling an army, as Roselle remembered Viscount Kerry who controlled the Kerry Legion, or holding an important position in the government, such as Viscount Kifer, the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

"Well... the rest may be a little difficult, but Viscount will definitely have no problem!"

Hailin said, looking at Roselle with eyes as deep as the lake, full of endless tenderness.

"cough!"

Roselle turned his head away, somewhat afraid to look at Helin's eyes.

This look made Roselle feel embarrassed to refuse, and it made Roselle feel sorry for Helin.

"This... this is a serious matter, I need to think about it carefully!"

Russell suppressed his restlessness and decided not to get involved.

What Roselle is doing now is trying hard to pull himself out of the conflict between the two factions. For this purpose, Roselle even invented the steam engine. How could he give up just for Helin?

"Oh well!"

Hailin said rather disappointedly. Her depressed look and dim eyes made Russell feel inexplicably distressed.

Just as Roselle was about to open her mouth to comfort him, Hailin suddenly raised her head and said with a smile:

"It's okay, it's your own business! Just stick to your own choice!"

But that somewhat forced smile always makes people feel uncomfortable.

Looking at Hailin's lost expression, Roselle couldn't tell for a moment whether Hailin really respected his choice or was just pretending.Seeing that Roselle was stunned, Helin smiled slyly and whispered in Roselle's ear:

"Let's do it again!"

...

In a newly opened bar on Hongshanghu Street.

"From now on, this will be our base in Trier!"

Chuck said as he looked happily at the newly renovated bar.

"That's a good job!"

Lormo also came here. As a member of the secret order, he couldn't always communicate with the secret order through other members. It was necessary to know some contact points.

"This place is close to the Eighth Bureau. Normally, the Mechanical Heart and the Light of Purification will not come here, so it is relatively safe."

When Luo Ermo heard what Chuck said, he quickly responded:

"With me here, there won't be any problems in the eighth inning."

Now Luo Ermo is familiar with the people in the Eighth Bureau and can find out most of the information, so nothing will happen to the bar.

"That's good. According to the plan of the higher-ups, some of the secret society's information, materials, and items will be transferred here. There should also be a demigod coming with them."

Luo Ermo was surprised at first, then his eyes lit up.

Lormo was very supportive of the Secret Order sending a demigod. Lormo had no desire for leadership anyway. If he could transfer a demigod, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance his own safety.

"when?"

Lorme asked.

"I don't know yet. I don't know what the higher-ups are doing recently. Many high-ranking experts have left with the president."

Chuck shook his head and said expressionlessly.

Lormo was a little disappointed as he didn't see any useful information from Chuck's face.

Lormo felt that Chuck might not want the Secret Society to send a demigod, or he wanted to undermine the demigod.

but...

How is this possible?

Luo Ermo frowned and didn't intend to get involved in this matter.

If possible, Luo Ermo even hoped to leave the eighth inning and end these terrifying days.

...

"It's a pity that there are no cigarettes in this world, but there seem to be cigars."

Roselle lay quietly, smelling the unique scent of Helene's bed.

In fact, Russell originally planned to leave. After all, it was not appropriate for an unmarried man like him to stay in a married woman's house.

Most importantly, Roselle was worried that Helene's husband would come back suddenly and catch her in bed.

"There is a lack of hotels in Trier!"

Roselle suddenly thought that opening a couple hotel in the open Trier might be a good money-making project.

Roselle looked at the sleeping Hailin, thought for a while, and finally got up and left.

If the radicals feel that they cannot win him over and directly try to set up a trap for Russell, that would not be a good idea.

"We still need to make our position clear as soon as possible. I just don't know what's going on at the Craftsman Church!"

Roselle felt that the two factions were becoming more and more impatient, and they might even draw their swords against each other in the future. It was not impossible that they would send someone to assassinate Roselle at that time.

In order to survive between the two major factions, one must have a backer, so Roselle must wait for news from the Craftsman Church.

"It should be soon. There's no way they can't see the function of the steam engine!"

Viscount Rosel Drilose walked to the door without looking back, and did not see Helene standing on the balcony with an indecisive look on her face.Chapter 67: Meeting with

Early in the morning, when the sun had just risen, Russell had already gotten up early.

Roselle planned to draw the blueprint of the breech-loading rifle today, otherwise he would have no way to explain to the king.

Although the king asked him to do his best, Roselle felt that if he really failed, the king would send him to the guillotine.

"My head hurts!"

When Russell really started to study it, he found that it was not that easy.

Although the rifle looks small, its internal structure is very complicated. What bothers Russell the most is that Intis's steel does not meet the standards and it is impossible to manufacture the rifle that Russell wants.

"It seems that before that, we need to study blast furnace iron smelting!"

Roselle put down the charcoal pencil in his hand and thought about how to tell the king about this.

Boom boom boom!

"Mr. Russell, someone is looking for you!"

Alice's voice interrupted Russell's thoughts.

"Who is it?"

Russell walked to the door, opened it and asked.

"It should be your colleague. I see he is wearing a sheriff's uniform. He looks very anxious and is waiting for you at the door now!"

Alice's answer made Russell's heart skip a beat.

Needless to say, the man in the sheriff's uniform at the door must be someone from Mechanical Heart.

He looked very anxious. Could there be another extraordinary incident? He shouldn't be looking for me!

Russell didn't have time to think about it and hurried to the door.

"team leader!"

Sure enough, the person standing at the door was Fesommon.

"What's the emergency?"

Fesommon walked quickly to Roselle and replied sarcastically:

"You didn't, but I'm in a hurry."

Fesommon sighed and continued:

"Archbishop Ai Siting asked you to go to the church to find him when you have time, that's all. I'm leaving now!"

After saying this, Fesommon left without looking back.

Roselle looked at Fessomon's back and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

In fact, Russell wanted to ask Fesomon if there was anything important and see if he could help.

"Hey! The captain is already Sequence 7, he should be able to handle it!"

Roselle shook his head and stopped thinking about Fesomon. Instead, he began to wonder why Archbishop Estin wanted to see him.

"I am just a Sequence 8. How can a Sequence 3 Saint care about me?"

"Steam engine?"

Russell lowered his head and walked towards his room, thinking.

"But no matter how powerful the steam engine is, it is only for ordinary people. It should have no effect on high-sequence Beyonders!"

Although Roselle had never seen the strength of Archbishop Aistin, he had seen the strange abilities of Zaratul, so he still had a general idea of ​​the High Sequencers.

"Hey! Why are you thinking so much? Won't you know once you get there?"

In order to leave a good impression on Archbishop Estin, Russell changed his clothes, took a gold-studded cane, and then headed towards St. Douglas Cathedral.

...

"Captain, we have conducted a preliminary investigation. It seems to be the work of the Blood Cult, but..."

Simon looked at the politicians who were discussing fiercely outside the room and said in a low voice:

"But some people also say that it was done by radicals disguised as members of the Blood Cult!"

Feisuomeng, who had just arrived at the scene, looked at the body lying on the bed, then looked at Lina and asked:

"Have you communicated with the spirit?"Lina shook her head and replied:

"No, there was nothing at the scene except for the clues pointing to the Blood Worship Cult. It was as if it had been cleaned up in advance."

Hearing Lina say this, Fesommon's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Early this morning, Mechanical Heart received a notification that the conservative leader, Mr. Joseph, was assassinated at home.

Because Mr. Joseph is a believer in the God of Craftsmen, the Mechanical Heart came over to check it out.

Because Fesommon wanted to inform Roselle, he let the others go first.

"Ms. Selina, what do you think?"

Fesomone looked at Selina and asked.

Because the matter was of great importance, the Mechanical Heart specially sent two teams, the other one was Selina's team.

"I think the speculation of those politicians outside the door makes sense."

Fesommon nodded. According to Lina, the scene did look like it had been carefully dressed up.

"But if it was really done by political enemies, they could have done it more perfectly and there was no need to leave such clues."

Fesommon didn't think that the radicals were so stupid. They could have disguised the scene better instead of making it as crudely as it was now.

"Yes! So we cannot rule out the possibility that someone is deliberately trying to sow discord between the two factions."

Selena gave her opinion.

"Now, there are three possibilities."

"One possibility is that Mr. Joseph was indeed killed by the Blood Cult. Although this possibility is relatively small, it is not impossible."

"The second possibility is that Mr. Joseph was assassinated by radicals. I think this possibility is also relatively small because radicals are not fools."

"The third possibility is that he was assassinated by foreign spies or people who wanted to disrupt Intis's political arena. At present, this possibility seems the most likely!"

As soon as Selina's guess came out, everyone in the room nodded.

"Then check in these three directions!"

Feisomeng couldn't think of any other possibilities, so he could only check in these three directions first.

...

"Mr. Archbishop, what do you want from me?"

Russell sat opposite Archbishop Aistin somewhat stiffly.

"Don't be too nervous, just have a simple chat."

Archbishop Estin had his brown hair combed neatly, and was wearing a missionary uniform of the Artisan Church. He had a kind face and spoke slowly and calmly.

"How much do you know about the extraordinary world?"

When Roselle heard Archbishop Estin's question, he hesitated for a moment, thinking whether there was any deeper meaning before answering.

"Not a lot, just some basic knowledge of mysticism from family books and the church."

Archbishop Aistin nodded, seeming satisfied with Roselle's answer.

Seeing Archbishop Aistin's attitude, Roselle felt a little relieved.

"What do you think of the universalist path? Or, what do you think of this path?"

Russell thought for a moment and answered carefully:

"I think the Universal Path is very useful. The creation of various magical items cannot be separated from the Beyonders of the Universal Path. However, the disadvantages are also visible to the naked eye. There are almost no means of attack."

"Indeed, but it will be better in the future. With the steam engine and new firearms you invented, low-sequence people on the General Path will also have powerful firepower!"

When Archbishop Estin said this, he looked at Roselle with satisfaction.

Roselle was also stunned by Archbishop Estin's statement. He had never really thought of this.

"It seems that my contribution to the Artisan Church, especially to the Beyonders of the Path of the Universalist, is greater than I thought!"

Russell muttered silently in his heart.

"Because you have made great contributions to the church, the church will also give you corresponding support. You can use steam engines to develop industry as much as possible without worrying about your own safety."

Archbishop Estin's words made Roselle's eyes light up. This was actively pushing a backer to him!Chapter 68 This is a great era

Russell talked with Archbishop Estin for more than an hour before coming out of the Artisan Church.

In general, Archbishop Aistin came to tell Roselle that from now on, the Artisan Church will support you!

Now, even if the king really wants to send Roselle to the guillotine, the Craftsman Church can pull Roselle down from the guillotine.

"We are also standing up!"

Roselle looked at the huge triangular holy emblem in the St. Douglas Church, exhaled slowly, and then placed a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

After praying for more than ten minutes as usual, Russell went underground. Deacon Taylor had already found several generalists and extraordinary people in the church who liked to do research. They were all waiting for Russell in the Mechanical Research Association. Among them was Ryan.

After passing through a long underground passage, Roselle arrived at the Mechanical Research Association. He saw several other people, but he didn't see Ryan.

"Captain, do you know where Ryan went?"

Russell walked into Fesomon's office and asked.

In the office, Fei Suomeng's hair was scratched into a mess, and it was obvious that Fei Suomeng was very worried.

"Captain, has something extraordinary happened?"

Seeing Fesommon like this, Roselle asked with concern.

"Yeah! Ryan was assigned to work on this case."

Fesommon raised his head from the thick documents with great effort and said helplessly:

"But don't worry, Deacon Taylor told me that Ryan will go to help you, but they are a little short of manpower, so Ryan took the initiative to help."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry!"

Russell waved his hands. Seeing Fesommon's worried look, he couldn't help feeling curious.

"Captain, can you tell me about it? Maybe I can give you some advice!"

Fesom glanced at Roselle, then suddenly seemed to think of something and said:

"This matter has something to do with you!"

Russell was surprised and listened carefully to what Fesommon said next.

"The leader of the conservatives, Mr. Joseph, has been assassinated!"

"ah?"

Russell was shocked. He had never heard of this before. It could only be said that the conservatives had never regarded Russell as one of their own.

"Speaking of which, you are both politicians, and you are also a noble. What do you think?"

Fesom quickly recounted the results of a recent investigation, hoping to get some advice from Russell, who is also a politician.

"Captain, I think there is another possibility besides your original three guesses!"

"oh?"

Fesommon instantly became interested and stood up to listen carefully.

"Mr. Joseph was assassinated by conservatives."

"What?"

Fesommon stood up from his chair and stared at Roselle.

"You must be kidding me!"

Roselle shook his head and motioned for Fesomon to sit down first.

"Nothing is impossible! Captain, this is politics! Everything is for your own benefit. As long as you can achieve your goal, anyone can be abandoned!"

Roselle found what Florent had said to him before. The conservative nobles actually didn't care about Joseph's political ideas at all.

Those people united around Joseph only in order to gain greater benefits. Now that Joseph has failed, there is no need for this!

But what if Joseph was assassinated by radicals?

This was actually a good thing for the conservative nobles, as it meant that they had a sharp weapon in their hands and could use Joseph's death to gain more benefits from the radicals.

The king might have guessed that this was not done by the radicals, but facing the "excited" conservative nobles, the king had to give them something to compensate them.And this part can only come from the radicals!

"Captain, when someone dies, we first look for the person who benefited the most, because he has the greatest motivation!"

"And the people who benefited the most from Mr. Joseph's death were not the radicals but the conservatives who appeared to be the victims."

After hearing Roselle's analysis, Fesom nodded thoughtfully.

"You're right. I never thought of this angle before! Next, I will turn my investigation to the conservatives."

After hearing what Fesomon said, Roselle did not comment.

In fact, Roselle could only say that he did not dislike conservatives. He even had some favorable impressions of them because of Mr. Joseph's ideals and Ms. Dumel's beauty.

But Russell did not think that he was betraying the conservatives, because the conservatives did not consider Russell as one of their own.

The most important thing is that the people Roselle knew in the conservative faction were at the level of Viscount Delilloce. They didn't know anything about Extraordinary People, so they were most likely not involved in this matter.

Therefore, what Rosell did was not considered as stabbing his own people.

...

"This is a great era!"

On the wooden scaffold, Russell sighed as he looked at the roaring steam engine.

The high-pressure steam gushed out, sending out the strongest voice of the era.

With the arrival of the extraordinary researchers from the Artisan Church, the improvement of the steam engine industry was quickly completed.

"Roselle, this is really...really amazing!"

Ryan couldn't help but sigh.

In the past few days, Ryan has been involved in the improvement and perfection of the steam engine here, and he is shocked by this hideous and huge machine in an unimaginable way.

Ever since seeing this machine, Ryan has gone crazy. It is so exciting to be able to participate in the manufacture of this machine that will change the human world.

"Where are we going now?"

Russell patted Ryan on the shoulder, pointed to the flywheel connected to the steam engine and said:

"See? The power of the current steam engine is still too low. Only a better steam engine can let the world experience its power!"

"Roselle, I believe this day will not be too far away!"

Ryan said seriously.

"haha of course!"

Russell smiled happily and climbed down from the wooden scaffolding.

"Let's go, let me see what this steam engine is capable of!"

These days, Russell did not participate in the improvement of the steam engine, but was busy with ironmaking in the blast furnace.

With the support of the church and Roselle's persuasion to the king, the king finally agreed to Roselle's suggestion to carry out blast furnace iron smelting.

Fortunately, Roselle lived up to the king's expectations and successfully used the blast furnace to produce qualified steel, which made the king praise it highly.

After all, compared to ordinary iron, this kind of steel is better for making cold weapons.

Turning our attention back to the steam engine, a drilling machine invented by Russell has been connected to the steam engine.

As the steam engine ran, the drilling machine started to operate rapidly and a gun barrel was quickly produced.

"Can!"

Russell took the barrel of the gun and looked at it, then nodded with satisfaction.

"Originally, it would take a skilled worker at least an hour to make a gun barrel like this, and the quality was mediocre. But with the powerful power of the steam engine, it can be completed in less than a minute!"

Ryan sighed on the side.

"Yes! The era of the Industrial Revolution is coming!"

Russell said excitedly.Chapter 69: Champs Elysees Bar

"Mr. Luo Ermo, thank you very much!"

Roselle took the information from Lormo, which contained information about the Moss Ascetic Order and the Witch Path.

"You don't have to thank me. These are all the internal information of the Secret Order. I just passed on the message. You can thank Mr. Zaratul when you have the chance in the future."

Lormo said nonchalantly that he only hoped that Zaratul would allow him to leave Trier in recognition of his good work.

In response to Luo Ermo's words, Roselle smiled and said nothing. He lowered his head to check the information in his hand. After confirming that it was correct, Roselle stood up and said:

"Mr. Luo Ermo, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go back first!"

"etc!"

Luo Ermo stood up and stopped Russell and said:

"Mr. Chuck, the new head of the Secret Order, wants to meet you!"

"The Secret Order?"

Roselle had heard of this organization, but he only took a quick look at it when he was studying mysticism and didn't know much about it.

"Yes! The Secret Society is the force that Mr. Zaratul belongs to, and he is also the leader of the Secret Society."

Lormo looked at Roselle with some confusion. He had always thought that Roselle knew Zaratul's identity. At the same time, he felt a little regretful, wondering if this would affect Zaratul's plan.

Roselle didn't know what Lormo was thinking at the moment, but he was still a little surprised that Zaratul was the leader of the ancient organization, the Secret Order.

"Zaratul's power is much greater than I thought! Why do you think I can do something that he himself can't do?"

A question popped up in Russell's mind.

"Roselle, do you want to go meet Mr. Chuck now?"

Seeing that Russell had fallen silent, Lormo took the initiative to ask.

"Sure! Thank you for your help!"

No matter what Zarathu's purpose is, let's deal with the present first!

At present, the energy of the secret society is exactly what Roselle urgently needs. Rashly severing contact will not only put Roselle in danger, but also cut off Roselle's source of information.

Seeing that Roselle agreed, Lormo immediately took Roselle to the bar.

"Champs-Elysees Bar?"

Roselle looked at Lormo in confusion. This name was not suitable for a restaurant on Red Coral Street. The Champs-Elysées was more appropriate.

"I do not know why either!"

When Lormo saw the look in Russell's eyes, he knew what he was confused about. In fact, Lormo was also confused before, but Chuck didn't tell him.

Seeing this, Russell did not continue asking. He did not have the hobby of digging into things.

As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by a faint fragrance and what catches your eye is the light gold and pure black decorations, which give a sense of low-key luxury.

Unlike most noisy bars, here there is only melodious music, which seems to be a completely different world from the messy streets outside.

"It really has a Champs-Elysees feel to it!"

To Roselle, this bar felt like an elegant brothel, where they only sold art but not bodies, talked about poetry and songs, and appreciated calligraphy and painting.

"There are just too few customers!"

Lormo smacked his lips, not quite agreeing with Chuck's business philosophy.

In Luo Ermo's opinion, being able to make money is the most important thing.

"Luo Ermo is here, please sit here!"

A middle-aged man with an exquisite moustache came up to us warmly.

"Who is this..."

The tall and thin middle-aged man looked at Russell and asked Lormo.

"Roselle Gustav!"

Without waiting for Lormo to answer, Roselle answered the question first.Oh! It's Mr. Russell! I'm the bar owner, Chuck Yeager. Lormo should have mentioned me to you! This way, please!"

Chuck's enthusiastic introduction left a good impression on Russell.

Chuck led Russell and Lormo to a luxuriously decorated private room and brought them two glasses of red wine.

"This is Olmir, try it!"

Roselle looked at the two glasses of red wine on the table in surprise. These were not cheap. Just to entertain two "colleagues" with whom he had an average relationship, he took out such good things?

"I've never drunk this before!"

Luo Ermo carefully picked up the wine glass, brought it to his mouth, took a sip, then closed his eyes and savoured it carefully.

"Ha! Very good! You are worthy of the name of Olmir!"

Roselle also tasted it and gave a symbolic compliment.

To be honest, Roselle wasn't interested in things like red wine, and couldn't taste the difference between them. Ginger beer was Roselle's favorite.

"I heard from Mr. Lormo that you wanted to meet me!"

"Ah! Yes!"

Chuck nodded and sat casually opposite Russell. It seemed that this was Chuck's true state. The elegant gentleman outside was just for dealing with others or hiding his identity.

"Mr. Zaratul told me that my main mission in Trier is to connect with you, Mr. Roselle, to facilitate Mr. Roselle's actions, and at the same time prepare for the transfer of the secret society!"

Transfer the secret order?

Roselle quickly grasped the key words, why did they want to relocate the secret society?

First of all, it is definitely not for the purpose of cooperating with Roselle. There is no need for that at all, and Roselle does not need such great strength now.

That means the secret society can no longer stay in its original place?

"Why would the Secret Order suddenly want to move?"

Russell asked straight to the point.

"Because of the Church of Night, we have always been at odds with them. Recently, they have frequently targeted us. And we don't know what Mr. Zaratul is busy with. We can only move temporarily."

Chuck had no intention of hiding it, and I wonder if he thought Roselle was also a member of the secret society.

Not on good terms with the Church of Night!

Roselle felt that this was not entirely the reason, otherwise it would be better to go directly to the Feysac Empire. The Church of the God of War and the Church of the Night were also on bad terms.

"Is that so? Do you need my help?"

Although he had doubts in his heart, Russell still asked with "concern" on the surface.

"Not yet. It will take some time for the other members to be transferred, but..."

When Russell heard Chuck couldn't argue, he knew the request was coming.

"But we need a lot of intelligence. If possible, we hope to arrange for someone to enter Intis's intelligence organization."

really!

Roselle knew that the problem was not simple, otherwise, such an ancient organization would not ask a Sequence 8 like him for help even if the top leaders were busy.

By the way, the Secret Order didn't even know that Roselle had been promoted to Sequence 8!

"This isn't easy!"

As far as Roselle knew, Intis's intelligence agency was jointly managed by the military and the Eighth Bureau, but the military had the final say.

Roselle even doubted whether the Secret Order knew that he was going to join the army, but even if Roselle joined the army, it would not be so easy.

Moreover, Roselle was certain that there were extraordinary people among them, and most of them were military extraordinary people, otherwise he would not have asked Roselle to find a solution. Lormo was a better choice.

"Just do your best!"

Chuck didn't push Russell and didn't seem to care about the outcome.

"Okay! I'll think of a way, but I don't have any acquaintances in the military, so I can only say that we can give it a try!"

Russell didn't say enouChapter 70 Archaeology

After coming out of the Champs Elysées Bar, Roselle got on a carriage and went home.

Now a complete arsenal has been built in the suburbs, and breech-loading rifles can be produced in small quantities, but bullets have not yet started production.

But Russell is not in a hurry. Doing too well or too quickly is not necessarily a good thing.

Moreover, the king's order was only to let Roselle develop new weapons. Roselle is now directly carrying out industrialized production of rifles, which clearly exceeds the target.

So even though Roselle is at work now, he can still do his own thing, and the king doesn't dare to cause trouble for Roselle easily.

Pulling his thoughts back to the information in his hand, Russell also sighed.

"Finally, the wait has come!"

Roselle first read the part about the witch. Roselle was eager to understand Ms. Dumel's identity.

"Witch Cult!"

The first thing Roselle saw was the introduction to the Witch Cult, but the evaluation didn't seem very good. It was either inciting crime or creating a disaster.

"Even a secret organization like the Secret Order has such an opinion of the Witch Cult, then..."

Roselle frowned, suddenly doubting Ms. Dumel's purpose.

"But... Dumer also said that she escaped from that organization. This organization should be the Witch Cult. But we can't believe everything she said!"

Roselle buried his doubts in his heart and continued to read, but as he read, his expression changed.

"This this..."

Russell's face changed drastically.

"The Witch Path will turn a man into a woman! That...that Ms. Dumel!"

At this moment, Russell's brain crashed and he felt something was unreal.

"Not necessarily! Not necessarily!"

Russell tried hard to calm himself down.

"Cao!"

Russell went berserk and punched the carriage.

"Sir, what's the matter?"

The coachman outside was startled and asked loudly.

"Oh! No...it's okay!"

Russell exhaled sharply, and his hand that was tightly holding the paper loosened.

After finally reaching the door of his home, Russell returned to the house in a daze.

...

Baifeng Palace, in an open space.

"Yeah! Very good!"

The king looked at the target in the distance with satisfaction, then looked at the rifle in his hand, turned to Matthew and asked:

"What is the production volume? When will it be equipped to the entire army?"

"this..."

Matthew hesitated for a moment, and seeing the king's expression turn from sunny to cloudy, he quickly explained:

"Because it's just the beginning, the workers are not very skilled, and the steam engine is not yet fully in place, so the production capacity is still very limited."

The king's expression softened a little after hearing Matthew's explanation.

"What if everything you said is in place? How long will it take?"

"It will probably take more than a month for the steam engine to arrive. The workers are easy to deal with, but even if they arrive, it will be difficult to equip the entire army before the scheduled time."

Matthew said helplessly.

"reason?"

The king handed the rifle to the guard beside him and asked without turning his head.It's mainly a problem of production capacity. At this stage, production is limited, and the number of troops is too large. This cannot be solved in a short time."

"Moreover, the most important bullet has not yet begun industrial production."

The king walked in front, and Matthew followed behind him and spoke.

"What?"

The king turned around and looked at Matthew, frowned and asked:

"what happened?"

"Uh... Mr. Russell might have encountered some problems."

The king snorted coldly and said:

"What about the bullet just now?"

"That was made by Mr. Russell himself, which was quite time-consuming and laborious."

Matthew answered truthfully.

The king stopped and looked up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

...

"The patterns on this tortoise shell don't seem to have anything to do with the Moss Ascetic Order."

In order to save himself from the problem of the witch, Roselle could only get himself into another problem.

However, according to the information provided by the Secret Society, the pattern that Roselle saw last time did not seem to have anything special, and had nothing to do with the things on the turtle shell.

"strangeness..."

What Roselle wanted from the Secret Order was only things related to the pattern, so there wasn't much information, not even as much as the information related to the Witch Cult.

Therefore, it is also possible that the secret society did not record the relevant content.

"Oh! That's not right!"

Just when Roselle was about to stop there, a piece of text caught Roselle's attention.

"It's similar to a method used to hide information during the Solomon Empire!"

This is just an inconspicuous sentence, which may be the speculation of a member of the secret order about the origin of the pattern of the Moss Ascetic Order.

However, people from the secret society later confirmed that this statement was wrong, and the documentation even contains verification and subsequent research on this speculation.

Although this statement was wrong for the pattern of the Moss Ascetic Order, Russell felt that this might be the true meaning of the patterns on the tortoise shell.

"That is to say, this may be a relic from the Solomon Empire, rather than a so-called magical item!"

No wonder there has been no effect since Roselle bought it. Generally, even if the negative effects of magical items are relatively small, they will have an impact on people if carried for a long time, such as Roselle's "Heart of Confusion".

"The Solomon Empire. I'm going to look for information about the Solomon Empire later. This can also be considered archaeology, right?"

Russell suddenly thought of his potion archaeologist. Wouldn't this be a good opportunity to digest the potion?

Moreover, it is obvious that this is not an ordinary antique. It is most likely something related to the Extraordinary Person. It may be very useful for the digestion of the potion, and it is not impossible to digest it all at once.

"Hehe! Maybe I can even salvage some good stuff!"

Russell was very interested in this treasure from the Solomon Empire.

"That's right! That dagger seems to be from the Solomon Empire period!"

In high spirits, Roselle suddenly remembered the dagger he had received from William before.

Because Roselle couldn't figure out why this dagger could cause people to be possessed by evil spirits, he went to the Craftsman Church to consult the expert Selina.

Selina was also very interested in the strange dagger. After a quick inspection, Selina felt that it should be something from the Solomon Empire period.

However, Selina couldn't figure out why the dagger could cause evil spirits to possess people.

Because of other things, Roselle left the dagger with Selena and asked for a few talismans of the sun field from Selena.

"I don't know if Selina has figured out anything. Maybe I can go ask her and borrow some information about the Solomon Empire."

Roselle was thinking about digesting the archaeologist's potion and didn't want to give up this rare opportunity.