The border town ushered in a long-lost rainy day, the sky was cloudy, the rain croaked from the sky, beating on the window sill and glass, the sound of the cunning.> ≥

It stands to reason that spring should be a rainy season, warm and humid.But in the border town, since the end of the demon month, the number of rains has been only a handful.Fortunately, the farmland is on the edge of the river and it is very convenient to water.Today, a heavy rain has dispelled the dullness of the air, and the nightingue opens the window, allowing the smell of earthy smell to pour into the room.

From a distance, you can see that the crops on the other side of the red water river have been pumped out of new buds, and the green and oily wheat seedlings have been endless, and they have been extending to the end of the field of vision.Under the washing of rain, these crops are extremely bright, in stark contrast to the gray river.

Roland reached out and threw the quills in his hand into the pen.

“Ded to paint?”The Nightingale asked.

“Well, the new weapon can make the musket shot several times higher,” Roland stacked a dozen designs on top of each other, “and I named it a revolver rifle.”Want to see?”

"Don't look," she said, "and I don't understand it anyway."

"This is just the basic type, if the barrel is shortened, it is a revolver, you can carry it with you."But to make it useful, another key technology needs to be addressed.When you give one of them a piece, you will no longer have to fear the judgmental army of the church.”

“You mean it could get an ordinary woman to knock down a heavily armed man?”

“Not one, but a few.”Roland laughed at me, "If you're lucky, the five big men aren't a problem."

The nightingue showed a look of unbelief, and just wanted to say something, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the office.

"Your Highness, Barov's apprentice has returned from the king's house, and he has brought a merchant of nitrates, who is now waiting for your meeting outside the castle."

The assistant's apprentice?Roland thought about it and remembered it.When attacking the long song fortress, there was not much left of the town's gunpowder stock, and he sent his guard to the Dragon Ridge and Red Water City, hoping to obtain a new source of nitrite.Barov's apprentice was the latest to be sent, and the destination was the royal capital.After all, there are all kinds of goods there, and with the arrival of summer, the production of nitrite will certainly increase greatly.

Unexpectedly, the last person to send out was the first to bring back the good news.

"Bring them to the living room, I'll be there soon."Roland looked at the sky and said, "Let's have another dessert in the kitchen."

When he returned, the nightingale was nowhere to be seen.

But he knew she was by her side.

...

When Roland entered the living room, the nitrite merchant was also led into the hall by the bodyguard.She took off her wet cloak and straw hat and saluted the prince, “I am Margrie Faman from the royal capital, and salutes you, Your Highness Wimbledon.

Seeing that the man was a woman, Roland nodded slightly.The business environment of this era is far less safe than that of future generations, and it is not only possible to encounter mountain thieves and exiles when running around, but also in towns and cities and underground forces, so female businessmen are rare.

Like lightning, she had a brilliant gold, but her head was thicker and longer.She was about thirty years old, perhaps because of ordinary people, her eyes and forehead were wrinkled.The skin is darker and looks rough at first glance.But from the face point of view, it is not the Mogin people, but like the people of the fjord.

"Sit down," said the prince, making an invitation, and then sitting down at the master's throne, "you're not a gray-fork, are you?"

“Why do you say that?”Marguerite smiled.

“The color of your head, the Great Six Kingdoms, is very rare.As far as I know, most of the people across the strait have a beautiful gold, and I know an explorer from the other side of the sea.”

"You are very knowledgeable, my hometown is indeed in the fjord, but I have been from there for more than ten years, and now I live in the royal capital, and I am half a gray castle."She paused, “You have just left the king, and perhaps where have we met?”It is a great honour for me to live in the same city as Your Highness.”

Sure enough, a successful businessman was very talkative, knowing that the other party was patting his ass and almost, and Roland still felt very useful in his heart.At this moment, he felt that the right side was strangled hard... Well, there was no need to judge the truth at this time, the ardent and conscientious Nightinge comrade.

“But when it comes to explorers, this is an unusable name in the fjord.”Marguerite went on to say, "You may not understand that the fjord people can live in the land very rare, where the sea rises and falls, some islands are swallowed into the sea at high tide, while others are sprayed with fire and smoke all day long, and the stones will melt in the high temperature and converge into dark red rivers."Only those who have opened new shipping lanes, or now new and suitable islands, are eligible for this title.The average person does not call himself an explorer.”

"Haha, she not only calls herself an explorer, but also her father the greatest explorer," Roland shook his head with a smile, "youth, you like to think of yourself as a great man."

"In the fjord, even children don't easily say the name," Marguerite frowned, "did she mention her father's name?"

Seeing each other's look, Roland also realized that it was wrong, the word explorer is the spiritual belief of the sea people, can not be called wild?"Her father's name is Thunder."

Unexpectedly, the name had just been said, and the other party's eyes immediately glared round, "Do you know Master Thunder?"

“I know his daughter, why have you heard the name?”

No one has ever heard of this name!Mr. Thunder now has Twin Peaks Island and Hailong Bay, which has almost halved the land where everyone lives.He also drew detailed maps of the East Coast and Endless Capes, which he has now carved out of the route to the Big Six.Every child is familiar with the story of the Lord Thunder, he is one of the greatest explorers in the fjord!”

“But I heard that the Thunder seemed to be buried at the bottom of the sea because of a storm...”

“No, Your Highness, a true explorer will not fall by a storm.He had been in many dangers and had finally succeeded.Now Lord Thunder must be calling a new expedition somewhere, just as he had done before."Marguerite, leaning forward slightly, “Your Highness, do you know where your daughter is now?”

Roland was also slightly surprised, he did not expect the old father of lightning to be so famous, those sounds like the night of the adventure story, is it also true?“She lives in my castle.After the shipwreck, she went west to the border town, and I happened to take her in.”

“In your castle?”She looked forward to saying, “Can I... let me see his daughter?”

“Well, it may not be right now,” the lightning should be cruising around the Lost Forest, looking for the site of the remains indicated on the treasure map, “she is currently practicing... jungle exploration techniques, and if you are going to stay here for a night, you should be able to wait until she comes back.”

“Then I’ll be disturbed,” Marguerite nodded without hesitation.

“We can talk about it next, right?”

"Certainly, my lord," she laughed, "please speak."(Unfinished.8