"This tea tastes good. Can't this stop you from talking?"
Ampton was holding a wooden spoon silly, like a young man who has seen through his mind but is still shameless.
"Hey, it's time to install two cannons. I didn't install them before because I was worried that their weight would affect the Crescent, but now it seems that this problem has been solved."
With the Crescent docked, Schliemann called Conney, and after asking about the redundant load, decided to build two guns.
The first step is of course to collect materials. If there are not enough materials on this small empty island, then this fantasy idea will simply come to nothing.
Fortunately, Poonen said that everything Schliemann wrote on the list was available on the island. So, with the help of Apton, people including Walter began to collect various materials on the island.
It was best to have a ready-made furnace. Schliemann was afraid of trouble, but when he saw the local blacksmith's furnace, he couldn't help but worry about the quality of his heavy sword.
The furnace was small, and the quality of the finished iron was very poor. Schliemann didn't know how many times he hammered his sword before it became as bright as a mirror.
He decided to build another stove next to the blacksmith shed. When he finished using it, he could let the blacksmith continue to use it.
After making a decision, they started to take action. During the training break, the crew members were dragged by Ampton to find materials. What they were looking for was a kind of clay.
This is not a rare thing, but the proud Schliemann has never seen it before, so he has to look down and ask others to accompany him to find it.
Soon, with Selu's help, Hampton found the clay, and he pushed the cart to transport the clay to the blacksmith shed.
Vivian couldn't accept it for her king to do such menial work. He glared at Schlieman who asked the king to do these things. Schlieman pretended not to see it. He was doing a more important job now. .
With Poonam's help, two trolleys of candles were delivered.
Schliemann found a large pot, melted the candles, picked out the cotton threads in the pot, poured the melted wax water into a square wooden trough prepared in advance, and waited quietly for it to completely solidify.
Schliemann, who had nothing to do for the time being, walked up to Ampton. Ampton was not playing well with the mud. The mud bricks he made were of different sizes, and some were mixed with stones.
Schliemann asked him to go back to work and received a glare from Vivian.
"Last time in Hisoka Kingdom, when I was making a stove, he watched the whole process, so he didn't learn anything at all, right? If you feel sorry for your king, go and help him. What's the use of glaring at me?"
After saying that, Schliemann left. When he came back with a bundle of straw, he found that not only Vivian, but also Walter was there mixing mud.
"Hey, cut the straw into small pieces and add it to the mud. That will make the stove stronger."
"Ah good."
As Ampton spoke, he drew out his sword of kings, which was so precious at first, and began to cut the bundle of straw.
Vivian cursed, and Walter remained silent, pulling a face.
Eventually Schliemann's wax cooled completely and turned into a large wax brick one meter long and half a meter wide.
He placed the wax brick on a pile of leaves on the grass and stood it up, took out his knife and started carving.
Selu sat aside and patiently put together the small pieces of wax that had fallen apart. The captain said she wanted to collect the fallen pieces of wax, so she did it quietly.
After six hours, Schliemann finally finished carving a huge barrel-shaped wax pillar with a number of ring-like protrusions on it. He asked Selu to hold the wax pillar and ran to Anpu not far away. Over there.
The stove had been built and the firewood had begun to burn. Schliemann went around the stove to inspect it.
There are three ventilation holes, the discharge hole, the filling port, and the flue. These key parts are all well made.
"Well, yes, your grasp of the principles must be stronger than your hands-on ability."
This is a pertinent evaluation given by Schliemann. This evaluation makes Apton very satisfied. All he has to do is remember the principle.
"Eh? Where's the mud? All used up?"
"yes."
"Didn't I ask you to keep some to make molds?"
Ampton was stunned for a moment, and immediately ordered Walter to get some more mud.
"Take this time to eat something and rest for a while. I'll have to burn the molds later."
"Well, have you finished carving the barrel?"
"Well, I've finished carving one."
Ampton and Schliemann sat on a fallen log, grabbing food and eating regardless of whether their hands were clean or not.
"I just finished carving one..."
Schliemann rolled his eyes and said, "I'm so tired of this one! I'll have to let Seloo do the next one."
After the two of them finished eating, Walter pushed two carts of clay back. Schliemann and Ampton kept mixing the clay, beating it, draining the air from the clay, and then gluing it on the waxy cylinder.
The two of them were working so hard that they lost track of time.
Vivian couldn't bear it anymore and came over to remind Apton that it was time to rest. Apton continued to work as if he hadn't heard.
A huge cylinder covered in mud was finally completed. Schliemann lit a large fire, dug a pit next to the fire, and placed a basin in the pit.
He would pour the cylinder into the fire and burn it, and Schliemann would fill it with wood and cover it.
Gradually, the mud cylinder began to harden, and transparent wax water flowed out of the small hole at the top and dripped into the basin.
"Okay, we can rest now and find someone who is not too tired to watch..."
Schliemann muttered and looked around, seeing Vivian whose face was darkened by the smoke, Walter who was pushing the mud back, and Selu who was dozing off.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Silpeter!"
As soon as he woke up, Schliemann ran to the blacksmith shed with bread in his mouth. Apton thought something had happened and followed him out without washing his face.
The mold was well burned and stood in the blacksmith's shed. The blacksmith, who was afraid of it toppling over, even bolted it to a post, much to Schliemann's relief.
He forgot to instruct the crew to handle this thing with care.
After drawing a picture for Selu to compare with carving the second mold, Schliemann stuffed the bread into his mouth in a few bites.
"Fire the stove! Get ready to pour."
Since the largest animal on the island was sheep, Schliemann's animal-powered bellows could not be used. In order to make the furnace have a higher temperature, three people took turns to step on the bellows.
The old blacksmith was watching on the side, holding a pipe in his mouth, and had no idea what God was planning to make.
Schliemann was dying. He raised his hand to signal the next bat to get in position quickly.
Walter ran over and Schliemann collapsed on the grass.
"Fuck this is so tiring."
"Your physical strength is really average."
This was Apton's comment. Schliemann quickly ran to Selu's teapot, scooped up a spoonful of tea and poured it into his mouth. He breathed and panted for a while before he could barely speak.
"In my world, I have to drive to go anywhere more than one kilometer."
Ampton laughed dryly and said, "One kilometer? As long as it takes you to hitch a horse to a cart, you'll be there..."
"What kind of horses...our cars don't use horses."
