239. Chapter 237: 236 Too Torturous Brother, You’re Too Torturous

Chapter 237 – 236…Too Tortured Brother, You’re Torturing Me Too Much!
Brother Loyalty didn’t realize that the otherworldly version of the Molotov cocktail that he had drummed up could actually trigger a “military-order mission”, which is a unique benefit for manufacturing players, but this order right now is not quite the same.

Although the price of the order rewarded by the mission is much higher than ordinary orders, its time limit is also very tight, only three days, which is twice as short as the deadline for other orders.

Luckily Tris had enough materials in her alchemy hut, and the flask thing really wasn’t that hard to make.

Brother Loyalty quickly got busy.

He was a smart guy, and planned to “outsource” this job to a few NPC apprentices in the Alchemy Hut, and just share some of the pay with them.

Obviously, Brother Loyalty had bigger plans.

He wasn’t satisfied with making flasks in the game, as evidenced by the fact that he requested the use of those tools from Mrs. Tris.

This guy was clearly planning to play a big game.

The tools he needed referred to those processed items commissioned by Venerable Lord Paying and sent to the Scarlet Fortress by Lady Laneia, a small production line that could make homemade bullets and complete the repair of firearms, but the fact that no one in the camp knew how to use it led to it being left in the camp’s warehouse to eat dust after it was sent over.

Somehow it was discovered by Brother Loyalty, and this guy was as excited as if he had discovered a new continent.

He spent some time teaching Tris’ NPC apprentices the craft of making incendiary flasks, which could be done well with just a few points to pay attention to, and really wasn’t too difficult of a thing to make.

He also discussed with these NPC apprentices about the “substitute labor price”, and he very generously gave the apprentices 30 of the 60 gold coins he could get from this order, which gave them a lot of motivation, and they began to drum up the production of flasks in the courtyard after Tris left.

The basement of Tris’ cottage was filled with all sorts of flasks, and they didn’t even need to be gathered locally.

Thanks to the Blood Vulture Archduke’s almost endless demand for spirits, the production of flasks would not encounter any material problems at all, which was also equivalent to Tris making her own “contribution” to Transylvania’s armament business?
“What are you doing sneaking around here?”

In the dark alley outside of Tris’s alchemy hut, the Blood Vulture Archduke, carrying a bottle of wine, blocked Murphy, who was about to follow the Loyalist Brothers and a few other fellows away, and she said in an irritated tone:
“Are you planning to do something bad to my students?”

“I just want to see their whims.”

Murphy explained:
“And compared to doing something bad to your students, I would think that you, a gorgeous mentor, should worry a little more about your ‘personal safety’.”

“Go go go, this is a big crowd, restrain yourself a bit.”

Tris rolled her eyes and slapped Murphy’s hand away as she said:

“But surely you’re not so bad as to not go to bed in the middle of the night and come stalking me, don’t you like to take a nap at dawn? Is something wrong?”

“Something big.”

Murphy told Tris about Earl Sico’s warning and the Wolfsbane Clan’s possible involvement in the Jackal Warlord, who immediately shook her head and said:

“Definitely not what old Edward instructed! That cunning ancient one always carries a clear picture on these ‘bottom line issues’, there’s no way he’d risk offending Venerable Lord Paying just to gather a group of Jackals to run and get us killed.

The Ancient One’s wisdom couldn’t have only gotten this far, the risk and the reward weren’t proportional at all!

I suspect that it was the leader of that Grey Claw faction, Corando, who made the decision himself, and it fits in well with the lowering of the quality of the clan triggered by the rapid expansion of the Wolfsbane Clan after their retreat into Grimnir Island.

Edward Sr. had indiscriminately incorporated all manner of thugs and punks from Greenny Island into his clan in order to expand the clan’s influence, which left his people without the slightest shred of decency of the Midnight Nobility.

Especially these ‘youngsters’ who are less than a hundred years old like to treat traditions and warnings as nothing, and those who come from thugs have wild ways and disregard for the law, they really dare to do anything.”

Tris said scornfully:

“They’re stirring up trouble, I’m guessing you’re planning to tell Laneia about this?”

“Well, I was planning to sue.”

Murphy took a few steps forward and addressed Tris:
“It would be even better if I can pass this to Venerable Lord Pa Ying’s ears through Lainnia, everyone is actively preparing to deal with the Black Plague in the face of a great enemy, while the Wolfsbane Clan is collaborating with an external enemy, even if Venerable Lord Pa Ying is no matter how merciful he is, when he encounters this kind of thing, he will definitely be furious.

At that time we’ll be able to laugh at old Edward’s bad luck.”

“It won’t be that easy, the issue of factions in the Blood Clan is already a dead end that can’t be solved.”

Tris was not so optimistic, she said:
“Just as the Earl of White Mountain can recruit Blood Wyvern traitors without Shani’s permission, so can Corando hook up with the Jackal without reporting Edward, and this kind of thing won’t involve that old guy even if it happens.

At most, it will make him lose face.

I even think this is old Edward’s ‘killing with a borrowed knife’ trick in itself.

In order to strengthen his hold on the Clan, he sent some ‘unstable elements’ into the front war zone to cause trouble for us, so that no matter whether we win or Corlando wins, Old Edward will have a good share of the harvest.

Murphy, don’t underestimate the Ancients!
More than their strength, the wisdom they have developed through the world is their most difficult aspect to deal with, look at cunning like me, wasn’t it the same a hundred years ago that I was fooled by Salokdar?

This is a lesson.”

“Well, I’ll follow your teachings, my honorable lord.”

Murphy whispered, causing Tris to bristle as she said:

“I am not your Honorable Lord.”

“You could be.”

The vampire lord stepped forward in the darkness of the approaching dawn and took Tris’s slender waist, lowering his head to kiss his former venerable in the deserted dark alley.

The good news was that Tris was no longer resistant to this level of intimacy.

The bad news was that it was only to that extent.

Murphy could sense that there was still some sort of unknown hesitation in Tris’s mind, that kept her from making up her mind when she clearly didn’t hate being treated so gently and sweetly.

If he wanted to go further, Murphy would have to work like a great detective to find the source of Tris’s hesitation and destroy it himself.

As Lord Paranor had aphorized on his way out.

If Murphy wanted to pick a rose with thorns, he had to be patient enough.

“I thought you were going to hit me in the face with a psychic shock.”

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Murphy whispered:
“After all, my naughty and greedy hands have been in places they shouldn’t be . How do you stay in shape? It’s obvious that you don’t draw too much blood either, and I don’t see how restrained you are when it comes to eating.”

“I have to sweeten the deal, my Count, beauty is one of the most important weapons in the hands of a vampire.”

Tris grunted, reached out and pushed Murphy’s hand caressing her round buttocks away a few more steps back, sending a sultry flying kiss to Murphy in the darkness, the moment her long hair blocked her eyes, she said:

“Keep serving the Blood Vulture Clan, little Murphy, and if you do a good job, I don’t mind giving you more sweets.”

Murphy shrugged.

After watching Tris disappear into the first rays of the would-be sunlight as she transformed into a fluttering little bat, he hummed to himself and headed in the direction of the camp with his hands behind his back.

Tris had just given him a piece of advice.

Perhaps he should submit this report to Ms. Leonia after he had tangible evidence, so that he didn’t look like a grieving long-winded fiddling with rumors.

Although he had yet to meet His Holiness Pa Ying, Murphy felt that it was time for him to focus on his image in the eyes of that Holiness.

If he could embrace this midnight gold thigh, his own career would be advanced effectively enough.
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“Totally 18th century level machining equipment with poor machining accuracy and productivity, I would rate it lower if you count the all handcrafted design No wonder they never developed reloading rounds and are still using spherical projectiles. I thought it was a bug in the background of the game, I didn’t realize the reason was so simple.

It’s purely due to lack of machining precision!

Of course it’s also possible that it’s because we can only find machinery with this kind of precision in the novice village, I heard that those halflings were able to make steam trains a hundred years ago it’s always not so bad that the high end manufacturing technology is still stuck at this backward level.”

In the camp’s warehouse, having received permission to use these “strategic materials”, Brother Loyalty took a decent look around the small production line in front of him.

He first expressed his contempt for the tools in front of him as an “insider”, but then rubbed his hands together and said with an eager face:

“We’ll have to remodel this thing first! I’ll go back and search for drawings on this, and then we can try to produce spiked bullets.”

“Ah this!”

The few small players who followed Brother Loyalty and ran here looked at each other in dismay, and one of them whispered:

“Brother Loyalty, not that I’m saying, what exactly are you planning to do! From what you’re saying, are you going to do something really criminal?”

“Huh? You guys didn’t see it until now?”

Brother Loyalty grinned, took a small pocket from his psychic bag, and mysteriously poured out a bunch of powder from it onto the table.

He reached out and twisted up those fine gray-black powders and said:
“I’ve had this vision since before I entered the game, and at that time, I even asked Woo Meow and Stick to help me collect some of the various types of gunpowder in this game, and I’ve been working on these things for the past few days in addition to messing around with alchemy.

Let me tell you guys a little secret.

The basic ratios of gunpowder in this world are not any different from our side!
Whether it’s the gunpowder used in the dwarven muskets or the ones added to the witch hunters’ explosive shells, it’s all a standard extension of black powder, it’s just that the level of production is so low that those dwarves and halflings don’t even understand this picric acid thing.

Not to mention the much more powerful TNT and Black Sorkin.”

“Hey, the background of the game, it’s not like the development team just made it up?”

The small player next to him bristled:
“And people have psychic energy over here! Steam technology, Brother Loyalty, you’ve seen those unscientific steam furnaces, so small but can produce kinetic energy more powerful than the internal combustion engine, this is simply against the principles of physics.

People are not talking about physics anymore!
You’re still obsessing over the history of gunpowder development in this game, it’s not like you’re trying to catch a fish in a woodpile.”

“Ch, you guys know nothing! All you know is to play the game all day long! Do you know how to see the essence through the phenomenon?”

Brother Loyalty was instantly unhappy, he crossed his arms and chided:

“People have said that this game should be made 100% real, do you understand what this means? If they really start from this perspective, there’s no way the possibility of making things up on the background of the game could happen!

The Halflings and Dwarves in this game are capable of making black powder, and I’ve read the history books in the library and asked Professor Malcolm, the specialized historian, about it.

Dwarves were using explosives and firearms in the 400th year of the Era, and that was seven hundred years ago!
Can you understand that?
Gunpowder and firearms have been around in this world for 700 years! And dwarves and halflings have been using them as weapons of war, so what makes 700 years of development still leave gunpowder technology in such a primitive stage?
But on the flip side, the firearms revolution fueled by steam technology has been going on forever!

Instead of focusing on ammunition they went further and further into the realm of projectiles, which simply doesn’t fit the pattern of things! We’ve all seen that automatic hunting crossbow with our own eyes, the mechanical standard of that thing is at least 19th century or even early 20th century.

Don’t you think it’s strange?

The level of processing and firearms are advancing, and they have even come up with the Arithmetic Pearl, a fantasy computer based on the principle of mechanical arithmetic of differential machines.

However, the level of gunpowder is the only thing that has remained stagnant”

Brother Loyalty shook his head and said:

“There’s definitely a reason for that! And I think this is definitely a hole that the game has intentionally dug in this regard, just waiting for us to step into it and then rely on ourselves to discover the truths that are hidden within the game’s history, and maybe it’s still a hidden main line.”

The other players looked at each other in dismay.

They all felt that Brother Loyalty was bewildered, what do you care about with a game, just have fun?

Seeing the expressions on other people’s faces, Brother Loyalty was a bit tired.

He sighed and said:

“Forget it, I’ll do this myself, you guys go find some tools back, pliers, wrenches and stuff like that, let’s take these tools apart first, and after I go back and get the drawings from the internet, let’s modify it a bit.

Get some pointy bullets out of it, and then change those weird gun structures back to what we have over there.”

“Ah, really?”

A short, small player couldn’t help but ask:

“It’s not necessary, is it? Brother Loyalty, the Human Dwarves and Halflings have mature manufacturing experience and systems, can’t we just use them directly? It’s too much of a waste of time and effort to develop a different set of standard frameworks on our own.

Most importantly, the bullets and guns we have over there aren’t necessarily more powerful than the dwarves’ spherical bullets here.

Don’t waste your efforts after half a day’s work.”

“That’s what you don’t understand.”

Loyal grinned like a fox that stole a chicken as he said:

“I admit that the steam technology of the dwarves and halflings is mind blowing, but let me ask you this, those steam engines are made even smaller, it’s quite a hassle to put them on a firearm, yet if I give you a hand rubbed AK you’ll be able to achieve the same continuous firing effect, so with a limited amount of weight to carry, are you willing to carry a steam repeater that is so precise that it’ll break at any time? Or would you rather carry a leathery, durable AK on your person?
I’m not trying to rebuild another set of frame standards, my brothers, I’m trying to get us more advantages with the accumulation of advanced technology on our side!

The AK is just an example!
You want to shoot jackals with rockets? Don’t you want to sweep your army with a Gatling?

Get me the tools if you want to!

Let’s start rubbing our hands on these cuties right now, and I’ll just say one more thing, would you dare to do this in real life? But if you do it here, no one cares, right? If you don’t want to try hand rubbing AK, then why are you here with me?
Why don’t you go outside and kill jackals?”

“Damn! Bullshit!”

A group of small players instantly clamored.

They rushed out beyond the warehouse like off-leash wild dogs to find the tools Brother Loyalty needed.

A big hand rubbed toy?
What man wouldn’t be mesmerized by looking at that!

Brother Loyalty stayed alone in the warehouse, shaking his head he turned back to check out the structure of the tool, a dozen seconds he heard footsteps and turned back to shout:
“So quick to find . Ah, Lord Murphy!”

Brother Loyalty a stood about to salute Murphy but was interrupted by the vampire lord, who had a very peculiar expression on his face at the moment.

His blood-colored eyes stared at the old man in front of him who possessed the three very penal specialties of [Explosives Crafting Specialization], [Gunsmith] and [Intelligence Gatherer], but looked ordinary.

He whispered:

“When I heard your remark when I was passing by just now, I suddenly realized that perhaps you Otherworldly Essence Spirits have inadvertently discovered something about our world . The truth! I mean, that little detail that most people don’t pay attention to.

Regarding the assertion between gunpowder, technology, and firearms, I’ll admit that your statement seems to have opened up a new line of thought for me.

It seems we must talk, my warrior!”

(End of chapter)