Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Through the "Portal Gate" was the cave.

There is no difficulty in the light source thanks to the lighting courtesy hung on the wall, but it is called dusty precipitated air on the damp, it is called the floor of the stripped rock skin itself, it is more of a pit in mining than an alchemist's lab.

Well, to tell the truth, that's the right view in a way.

"But it's not a place where humans can live comfortably..."

"I don't mind in particular. but it is a little disturbing that your husband's body may not be affected well."

I have already been on my feet several times, but I am very disapproved of the Unis. Naturally, the emphasis is on convenience and secrecy, and the environmental aspect is neglected.

By the way, if you're dry,

"Some of my fellow countrymen live underground, but the boulders also have so much moisture and dust... Dwarves and others may have another thought,"

and still disapproval.

"Well, even for me, it's not an environment where I can get into research in a good mood. Let's look at the fold and improve it."

"Oh, make sure you do. Anyway, this is the last fort, right? You get stuck in here, you even get stuck in your breath."

"Only our top individuals feel that way. You just have to be patient if you have to. Don't the slaves remember grievances?

"But it's not"

It is Uni who disputes Dry's propaganda.

"Though mass-produced slaves are also subject to restrictions, emotions exist. If you put too much stress on it, it will have a negative physical and mental effect. There was an M-03."

Oh, and a bitter face, Dooey. I'm talking about a slave who disposed of his brother last year, who was reunited by chance, as a hostile factor to me. And it's also about an individual in extreme panic because of the stress of killing the person who divided the blood.

He just became my work. [M] I guess I remember that a lot. Uni is right, when it comes to robotic mass slavery, the emotions there remain to maintain autonomy. They make themselves cleaner than other slaves and feed them a fairly superior diet, as well as to stabilize their mental health.

Besides, they are physically weak compared to the top individuals, the "works". If you leave it in an unhygienic environment for too long, you may get sick and fall into a fluke. Worst of all, I'm confident I can cure most of my illnesses if I treat him. but it costs less to strive for prevention than symptomatic therapy. It would also be troublesome in the unlikely event of an illness infecting me.

"That sort of thing. Shifts are also placed on the mass-produced type working here, sometimes replacing it with someone outside the main building. But that won't be a radical solution. That's why improving the environment is essential."

And the environment can also affect the experiment. Then the corner data also undermines certainty.

"Mm... it was shallow. I'll be discreet in the future, my lord."

I don't care, I go ahead with a bitter smile back.

"Either way, we're going to talk about this. This lab is not like the chaotic basement in the mansion, like it was in the king's capital or the town of Marlan. It's an unfinished secret base."

Secret Base. It's a childish word that makes me want to laugh even when I say it myself.

But somewhere, it sounds exciting to me to tickle my willingness.

I recognize myself as an efficient man, but I'm not grown up enough to spit romance. [M] Otherwise, immortality and other uninterrupted dreams would have given up a long time ago. Somewhat naive is just right for an alchemist.

and so on.

"Hey, welcome home, Master! I've been waiting for your return for a thousand autumns!

No, he's cheerful, and Sharr, who was put in the voicemail, picks him up. Dry comes with a collar, albeit a dark elf, so I can plead with the worst just slaves even if they are discovered. but vampires, which is also road-grade, he doesn't either. Anyway, a small country could conquer by adding more family members, it's a super dangerous creature. Even as slaves, survival is a natural enemy of humanity that is not allowed for a second. So basically his pattern is kept secret from the lab.

"Oh, here comes the loud one..."

"I'm home, Shar. So, what changed while we were gone?

Ignoring Dooey, who looks sloppy, Charles answers my question.

"Oh, yeah. I did the experiment on the example you asked for. The results aren't very fragrant, but hey..."

Ha, and all I see is a sigh of princess.

I didn't know this tense raising and lowering fierce vampire would be a downer this way. Apparently it turned out not so good.

"Well, once all the experiments are successful, that makes no sense to experiment. You can use the data of failure next. In the meantime, can you show me what it's like?

"Yeah... this way, ovenil-kun"

"Ah, ah, ah..."

A man who wakes himself up with a body full of joints and lets his vain gaze wander into the air. There are no meaningful words coming out of my mouth.

It's like a zombie, but it's actually a living human being. Besides, the brain is medically healthy itself. Like the experiment I did at the academy sometime ago, I didn't intentionally break the function or anything.

Dooey fingers the man creepy.

"Your husband, what the hell?

"It's an experimental bench. of resurrection of the dead,"

"Oh my God."

Yes, it's dry to blink. Her amazement is probably best. Bringing the dead back to life is more of a realm of miracles than magic. Necromancers can turn the living into undead, but they cannot bring the dead back to life as their original human beings. What is only described in the Church's scriptures, where the dead once regain their life?

"Surely, this experimental body repaired the flesh after death and again possessed the soul it was preserving... wasn't it?

"Oh, yeah. So if the soul settles on the flesh, it's supposed to be resurrected in theory..."

In addition to the undamaged flesh, it even has the last part, the so-called twenty-five grams of soul. Then you should be able to go back to your original person...

Besides, if you're a dead man brought back to life by enclosing his soul in a living body, there's an example. I'm the only one. I died once in the world of my previous life, and I was reborn in this world. Memories and personality were preserved, and even thus lived for nearly twenty years. Imagine, this groaning man would be frightened if he cursed us for killing once for regaining reason.

"Shall I hear your views, Sharr?"

"Hmm... before I do, can I kill this sample again? I want to see how my soul is doing once to explain the area."

"All right, let's allow it"

Quick to say, Sharr quickly took the life of the experimental body again with unchanging immediate-death magic.

Gakun, and lay on the bunk and turn into a real corpse. When Sharr grabs the soul out of that poor man - basically invisible to the living - he casts some spell and visualizes it.

"... I knew it. The size of the spiritual soul is obviously small. There were memories and emotional domains in the brain miso, but the soul didn't have much information."

"I mean, wasn't there a soul anchored in the body?

It has been proven in previous experiments that brain perception affects the soul and changes the way it is. That's what I did to get bored with Sharr at the academy. So in this case, the soul has failed to receive information from the brain because it does not settle well in the flesh, and the soul has become a corresponding object?

But Sharr shakes his head.

"No, that's not true, Master. Then it couldn't even move, and it wasn't supposed to make any difference from the condition of the unbroken corpse. Otherwise, uh - so you don't even leak groans. And I must have reintegrated this body, which was missing from my soul, with a soul that should have moved as a human being."

"... Hmm. When that happens. I wonder if we should think that the soul of this experimental body caused some glitch because it was put into an empty body."

I commanded Charles to put his soul back into the flesh again. The collapse of the organism, starting with the brain, should be minimal as the uni continues to hang on to recovery from just now. If there has not been some loss in the soul, this time it should return to the state it was in earlier.

Then what do you think? The experimental body cramped once with Vikri, and at the end of the day it stopped returning creature-like reactions. When I take my arm, I have no pulse.... completely dead.

"This is..."

"Such an idiot...... my soul is gone!? I can't believe it! There must have been no mistake in my technique!

"Really? Isn't it because of something wrong?

"No, I would consider that possibility extremely small. There were no deficiencies in the surgical configuration."

"Oh... Necromancers are out of specialty, too, but they didn't look like the kind of technique that would produce unexpected results"

This is unexpected.

If you enclose a soul in a soulless flesh, could there be damage to the soul? Then how could I have been reincarnated? Just like the soul of the experimental body that entered this body, the soul should disappear. What's the difference between this experiment and me? I am a soul from another world. [M] Is that what this is all about? Perhaps, but there is no certainty, and I have only one sample to find out. It's not a hypothesis I can put my faith in very fully.

Then......

"When you put it into a soulless flesh, your soul drains, and when you repeat the same thing, it eventually disappears. So... what happens when you put it in a soulful flesh?

To my whining, Dooey turned a slight glance. I don't care. I keep thinking.

What about this theory? In my example, my soul reaches this world for some reason and enters the flesh of this Turius Shrounan Ovenil. I was a baby at the time of possession. If there was one soul there, albeit immature, please. Did you make up for some kind of loss to your soul caused by entering the flesh with another soul?

Next to what I'm thinking, Charles is kind of sparkling his eyes.

"That sounds interesting! Let's do it, let's do it! Let's do it right away!

"How dare you get on with such an experiment..."

After all, Dooey is critical of experiments that stir up the soul of these creatures. Well, this is also within diversity. When everything is consolidated with a yes man who agrees with me, ideas and strategies become rigid sooner or later. So I don't deny his disgust. [M] That's why I don't necessarily take it personally.

And Shirl is an unusual thing. I used to hate this kind of experiment, regardless of the drilling of my skills as a necromancer. Is this also among the achievements of brain remodeling, or is it a late change that has become undead?

"Then I will bring a sample slave."

"Oh, I asked you, Uni. Now, what happens in this case..."

Dropping her off from the room with the experimental subject, I dismiss many hypotheses.

I have one powerful theory from my own example, okay?

From the results, the experiment ended up with interesting results inside, even if it was not a success.

"Uh-oh, uh-oh! Hey, what the hell is this?!? Oh, oh, there's someone in me, duh!?

Slave B, who enclosed the soul of dead slave A, panicked as soon as he was treated. Failure to integrate information on other souls that have influxed, I guess, is creating confusion.

"Oh, this is hilarious, Ovenil! Souls take the lead on each other, and Guru is raging around! Even in each other's flesh, thanks to the aftermath, we can observe! Awesome!"

It's a pleasure to have the shawl applied. Is it because of vampirization, he shows his understated opponents a pretty sadistic place. I'm weaker than I am.

"So, get out! Get out of my sight!... No, you're going to... Stop! Stop talking with my mouth!... you, but, so, go... Don't, don't, don't, don't!

"From what I've seen, is it the original owner who dominates?

"Right! But you're doing your best to possess him, aren't you? Looks like they're eating their souls to make up for their losses! But the lack of a starting line has not been eliminated. If you stay like this, the original owner will eat you and you'll disappear! What kind of interrupter can I ask? Hahaha!

"Ho ho, that means that if the original owner is weak, it is also possible for the possessed side to take his place?

"It will likely be. In our next experiment, we propose a trial after debilitating the possessed side."

"Uhm. That would be reasonable. What do you say we try a baby? If I were an immature soul, it would be easy to take over..."

Uni and Dry also came up with ideas for the next time. Especially the dry proposal is good inside. So if the experiment succeeds, I can also prove my hypothesis about the reincarnated mechanism. Why did you fly into this world is another matter.

The only one who looks uncomfortable is Dooey. It doesn't give you the functionality that you could originally contribute to this kind of experiment, and I guess it's not temperamentally appropriate.

Eventually, he opened his mouth.

"Hey, your husband."

"What?

"... do you even want to imitate this and become immortal?

Much more so now.

"It's obvious, right? Didn't you take my hand because you didn't want to die?

Death should be something everyone wants to avoid.

Surely there are many things in the world that I think are better off dead. So I don't have time to name the people who killed themselves.

But here's what I think. The kind of situation where you think from the bottom of your heart that you are better off dead is that you are already dying from your soul.

Being cornered by something, losing value for life, and people "want to die" when they do.

But give me back my back. I was wondering if I wouldn't want to die from myself if I didn't get threatened or lose my life. Is it not that the soul dies, as in the experiment just now, that the soul disappears somewhere, but also that the heart is broken and unwilling to live?

I'm sorry that happened. [M] My quest for immortality is to strike at the poison that kills even those souls. I don't like dying so much, but it's perfectly enough to turn it into a wishful mind. If you just want to live longer and die one day when you want to, be a vampire like Sharr and pull in one way or the other, that's all you have to do. That's not enough, so here's what you're doing.

... Is Dooey different?

"... I guess. I thought you'd say that."

That's what he said as he clapped his shoulders.

"So, how's the answer to my question? Do you still not want to die?

"Oh, right. You can't die like you are now. That's all I know."

"That's a very fluffy answer... I won't say anything if you work properly."

The point is that's all we're talking about. And as long as my treatment is working, he keeps working properly.

"Well, you know what I think of this experiment, right? I don't feel good watching you."

"Huh? Really? I'm so happy, but hey!

"Yeah, I know, so shut up, Shar"

Let Piscilli pull in the interruptions without reading the air and continue the conversation.

This experiment is a job for me. It's just a job to get paid for immortality. It's never a hobby or anything.

"If you're sick, I don't care if you're out of your seat. In another compartment, there are some experiments that you prefer, and you should change your mood."

"... bad. Please forgive me for being so sweet."

That said, Dooe leaves the lab.

To that appearance, Dry was sending some grumpy gaze.

"You haven't broken it off more than I thought, has he?"

"Is it uncomfortable that Ten Himself pulled himself in here?

"You know... I don't mean to..."

and a mouth cage of rice balls. He and Dry are beginning to tame. Well, there will be just one or two feelings.

"However, as far as I'm concerned, I want him to cut it off a little more and serve your husband..."

"Hmm? Is that more fun to be with?

I don't even need it here. A vampire pinching his mouth. It will be a feather that will devour your sister's frightening glance.

"Shut up. Do you want to be hit by a pile?

"Hih."

Why can't I learn when this happens? Intelligence is supposed to be high.

When I'm scared, but Uni opens his mouth.

"Cutting it off, which also means choosing to truncate the excess. In many cases splitting produces good results, but in others it will not. Sometimes in the excess of being truncated, mistakes and rare fruits that should not be overlooked can be disputed."

"What do you mean?

"For example, Sir Viktor Lorje or Sir Rubert. What happens if they brainwash until they make alchemy research their top priority?

Dry answers the question, thinking a little before answering.

"… internal affairs and external compromises within the territory, and I don't hate to cut those things off, etc.? That's a trivial thing, cut it off."

"That's the thing. To a certain extent, if we do not leave aside the bearers of the sexuality who make good sense and common sense decisions, the organization may run wild in these closed environments… Yes, your husband has told us."

"No, no, Uni is the one who studies a lot. Well, Dooey's sensibilities are useful."

Especially in a group like me where the type that doesn't choose the means for the purpose is at the top. The Dark Elves, the kind of people I grew up with, are replacing their feelings for my loyalty to me, Dry. It would seem preferable to her to have a split idea for the Lord and the genus. But that makes my thoughts harder and my feelings about my eyes from the outside rub less. That is not preferable.

"The reason is... I know what you mean."

"Really? Well, let the emotions know.... Well. By the way, Sharr, what happened to the experiment?

I bring my consciousness back to the experiment. This is not the place to lecture on philosophy but self-taught organizational theory. It's an alchemist's laboratory.

"Uh... yeah, you can't do this"

Sharr is turning a chilled gaze at an experiment where the usurpation of the lead is one paragraph away.

The experimental body had gone into powerlessness and occasionally spasmodically clamored and laughed.

"Haha, uhh, uhh... who? Me, who? Me, who? Me, who? Who, who? Ahi, hahaha......"

"... has both self-perceptions clouded and their identities collapsed? Well, for the experiment I just came up with, it turned out useful."

"Master would be nice, but I'm a little short...... I wish I was that crazy, more bored with the pain I lost myself"

"Bad taste. Isn't that just loud?"

"Are you in a state of self-destruct... Master, how about we keep you alive in this state for a while and seal a new soul? Maybe now it's time for the spirits of the possessed to settle"

"All right, hire. Then let's take suicide precautions and detain him for a while. Because the mental state is likely to affect the results, there is no brainwashing with the devil's eye. Let the monkey bite and keep your tongue from biting off."

"Yes, I did. Okay, come on."

I will record the results of the experiment after Uni has performed a quick procedure to get him out. Shar stuck his shoulder in a twinge.

"Hey, ovenil-kun. If you're crazy, that's fine, but what about the corpse that took your soul?

"Hmm? Yeah, speaking of which, I did.... Shar, will you breathe blood and turn me into a lesser vampire before you destroy my heart? That way it becomes ash and easier to process."

"Ugh... the blood on the body tastes bad... Bye! Next time, take your virgin's blood in return! If you can, straight away!

Make demands, for example. Hmm, it seems that virgins and virgins tend to be prone to powerful family members when they are sucked. I don't really want Shar to have a pawn.

... Well, can we handle it if we process it periodically while the number of pawns doesn't swell? Plus, Schaal, who is a caveman for the time being, has gas drains, and he'll need someone to talk to. Of course, I'll let you plant it all.

"Right...... next time I'll buy a massive slave for miners in line with the development of Copper Mountain, so I'll get lost in it"

"Yahoo! The boulder is the master, I can tell the story! I'll try harder! Sucking virgin blood hasn't happened yet, if you think about it. It was all cultures in the mouth, and the M-series was strictly off-limits. I mean, I don't have a virgin in the same 'work'..."

"... hey"

and the cold voice of the dry.

"I went back after the procedure...... you had a lot of interesting stories, 04?

Extra to uni.

"Ah, ah, ababa..."

... Oh, I don't know. I... Before I got into any trouble, I decided to leave the lab.

From behind, he said, "Ouch!" or "Sorry!" "Oh, but it might feel a little good," he cried out. Oh, boy, in the room where the body's rolling, what are you doing?

This underground lab also serves as a mine for material mining. It's one of those mineral veins that I used to run around the territory and let dry explore. What Viktor and others had given up mining as a policy because of the cost and political circumstances of infrastructure development as a result of consultation with the ministerial corps. It was in this underground space that we set up the lab as we digged it privately.

Incidentally, the entrance is severely crushed at some digging stage in case something should go wrong with the mountain master. The only way in and out is through the example "portal gate". The air can be purified using a dedicated courtesy (as easy as separating carbon dioxide into oxygen and carbon, if you're an alchemist), and the bottoms that come out in the mining process are being turned into golems and reused as they are. Still, it is dusty and water stools are bad and difficult for people to live in. The area is going to be improved soon by looking at the folds.

In any case, this underground space gets wider every time mining progresses. In a way, it can also be said to be an inexhaustible dungeon to expand. In the near future, if I lose politically to my brother or the example marquis, this is the most powerful place to flee. Ultimately, we also have plans to create a completely self-sufficient environment in the land. Well, it hasn't been six months since this underground lab started running either. Though we're still talking about it.

With that in mind, point your feet at the mineral compartment. Well, how much did you dig in while I was away?

"This is, my lord. Musa, it's a painful place, but you're welcome to come. Can I give it to you for your inspection this time?

That's what I'm saying, greeting you with a dark face..., yeah?

"... Oh, Rubel. My face is muddy, so for a moment I thought someone was there."

"Isn't that terrible? I've been working so well since I got stuck in my head."

"What are you talking about? I don't remember you remodeling it to make me happy. [M] I thought you offered to oversee the mine yourself."

Pointing that out, Rubel laughs lightly with a coaled face.

He volunteered because he was a postgraduate student in order to develop Copper Mountain as an official business that had just begun. In mining, dominated by a golem that is tireless and does not work with mineral poisoning, there will also be little to gain. but greed to get the fleshy part out of it knowingly. That must be Jean-Jacques Rubert's fault.

"Hey, and this is a mountain of treasure! Gold and silver. I'm leaving. I'm leaving."

"Isn't that blatantly off the record? Well, that's good.... Are you out there?

"Well, already! If you do poorly, here alone is enough to cover the kingdom's revenues. You were right to burn down the materials describing the findings. If only the Marquis Lavalle and the others knew about this place..."

"I'm sure you would have jurisdictionalized it using any hand. If you're bad, you could hang on to all of Marlan."

You must be, says Rubel seriously. That being said, this is the man who would have held back with great joy if he hadn't brainwashed. There's another Viktor. But they're both loyal and capable now. Sometimes it's hard to get loud, but it'll be adorable too.

With that in mind, the whole Golem thing loaded up a chunk of ore in a hand-held car and brought it out. The brilliance of gold and silver reflects in the light of the lighting courtesy. Even before it was refined and refined, its brilliance felt some magic that provoked people's hearts.

"I'll tell you what, my lord"

"Oh, he said he knew. Don't imitate it like you let it circulate outside, okay?

"You're right. If you take the unknown source of gold and silver outside, you'll always have legs from there."

"It's okay, I only use it for research."

"That's not a useless story, though. Well, if the situation leans and your Excellency moves to take it from the sky himself, there will be another use for it."

"Don't joke about it... I said I'm finally getting my back into research"

"If so, please be careful that the situation persists. The equilibrium in holding the hostiles will not last long. Especially since the Marquis is old. I don't know what I'm going to do before I die."

"That's a bad story. If you're afraid to die, I'd like you to give me a hand with my research."

"That's what you wouldn't even die for, would it? From what I've seen, he's risking his life for the centralization of the country with his own convictions. Now you want to shred the realm of the Hordes, even if it's one garden at a time, rather than spare us."

"Faith, huh? I would have lived without that. I don't want to die."

That being said, Rubel said,

"That's your belief, isn't it?

And so on and so on and so on and so forth. If believing in metrics to live, well, I guess so.

"The rabbit is also horny and seems to be doing well, above all. Why don't you cut Rubel up in the right place and go back to the mansion for once. I have an anti-poison outfit, but the environment isn't human in itself, and it's time to take a bath."

I'm drooling all over my body because I was standing at the mining site, and most importantly, there's no bath installed here yet. Stuffed in a mineral deposit compartment for a while here, he had, modestly speaking, been in a state of tightness due to the sensibilities of the Japanese of the twenty-first century.

He shines his eyes in my words. [M]

"Is it a bath! No, I'm glad. The most pleasant thing about me being your minister is that I can use the bath every day!

"I'm glad you're happy."

In this day and age, baths take fuel to boil, and water pumping is a heavy labor to strain water. It's not as good as the medieval times in the world of previous life because it can magically save some effort, but the opportunity to bathe in the water is still valuable. In the case of my Ovenil family, the basics are a twenty-four hour bath because we can keep the temperature of the water in the courtesy or remove dirt and germs. It would be a good place to work if you like beauty. As a condition of recruitment, it is assumed that you will undergo brain modification.

"Oh, you're gonna wash your body before you get in properly, aren't you? It's hard to remove all that mud and dirt from boulders."

"Yes, of course!

Do you really understand that? Well, no. Rubert is an excellent official. I don't know how to say this, but there's got to be that much difference. I can't believe I forgot to pay attention in the bathroom from next to what I said. I'm not a vampire.

I'll cut up my inspection of the deposit area early and head to another compartment. If there's a problem, there's no way Rubel won't report it. He is such a man.

The next step was to hit and change and a vast cavity. The floors and walls are covered in silver gloss by reinforcement using mined materials. Behind the walls is also planted a hefty sass on all sides, and even if monsters that are monstrous, such as giants and trolls, burst inside, they won't shake small. I'm not sure if it's a dragon or anything.

This is a little off the subject of research, a place to test so-called weapons. I'm learning alchemy because I don't want to die, and that means I'm looking for a more powerful weapon to keep my enemies from killing me. But if you put too much on it, there will be a delay in studying immortality at the heart, so weapons development is basically giving general instructions to mass-produced slaves.

So, what's happening here right now?

"What the hell?

I guess it was ahead of me when I got out of the lab and went out for a change of mood, Dooe compares the man standing with a metal cylinder in wonder to Kasayamako, who was built ahead. The man is one of the former deputy martial arts officers who only made brief brain modifications when mastering Marlan. Not so competent from the source, from which the ability is further reduced by the effects of modification. They've been used up by using Rubel and Viktor, and they're being driven to these exams because it's what keeps them playing.

"We will begin the thirty-fourth shooting test. Ignition, ready."

When one of the slave maids sends a signal, the man who performs the test lights a rope mounted on the cylinder and puts the stock provided at the rear of the cylinder on his shoulder, he pulls a finger-mounted fitting. Does it interact with the fittings or does the burning rope contact and ignite a plate filled with powder? I thought the spark was scattered.

- Daaaaaaaa!

A cylinder erupted into flames with a roar. Then, whether it was pierced by something released from the cylinder, the target, Kasayamako, scatters straw from the belly area.

"... what is that, that toy?

"Musket. It's a flying tool, as you can see."

Yes, a match-locking musket - it's called a fire rope gun.

Since the ore produced from the deposits also contained many sulphides, gunpowder can be made with the sulfur removed from it and the nitrous stones that can be harvested from excreta and from the remains of the laboratory bench. The extent to which compounds are degraded, alchemy can do it, as I said scatterly. This is why I tried to make effective use of gunpowder that can be made lubricated. Harbor...... what is it? Is it a dash or a bosh... there is also a way to make gunpowder out of the air with the law. But, well, let's start with the ingredients nearby.

So I gave the maids a simple dossier to make it, but no, it seemed easier than I thought. This is probably because our technical skills are better than we thought they would be in this world.

Dooe, who was touring the musket exam, twisted his neck suspiciously though.

"Well... is it worth it enough to let you make it on purpose?

Well, I thought you'd say that. For adventurers crossing with outdoor monsters, they'll just look like they're even having a picnic at an iron fire, such as a musket that's ready to use it once and for all. Not to mention that Dooey is a 'piece' that has been modified by me. Instead of muskets, cannons should endure without even having to avoid them.

"I'm not pointing to monsters or exceptions like you. It's a weapon of war between humans."

"War, huh? I'm kidding. Your husband, do you know how long bows and arrows fly? You can't really shoot a bowman at a distance that you can see his face."

and wave beside his face. In fact, the range of the bow is surprisingly long. Knowledge of what I remember well suggests that guns completely exceed the range of bows and arrows well after their appearance.

But. The horror of guns isn't actually the killing power of ranges. No, I can't underestimate that, but there's something more important.

"Dooey. A wooden idol who now uses a musket. How long do you think it's gonna take me until I can hit my bow a clock in advance?

As I say, I point to the brainwashing martial artist for the exam. A rude human (?) like a sample.

"Well...... if you're a coarse person, you can use about half a bow if you work out for six months, but if you're that sooo dull bastard - on a year-by-year basis - eh!?

Dooey seems to have noticed, too.

"You know what I mean? Even then, you'll be able to use it for a small training period, the musket. If you're a normal person, you can use it if you train for a week."

Yes, guns are dramatically shorter in duration to train compared to other weapons. How long does it take to learn swordsmanship and become a useful skill on the battlefield? What about the bow? Compared to them, firearms allow people to kill people amazingly quickly.

Just like this, a long spear is a weapon that will be available on the battlefield in the short term. If the soldiers are pulling in and putting together spears, it will help things for now. But guns are overwhelmingly longer than spears, even if they are shorter in range than bows at present.

"What do you mean, you can count the array... simultaneously?

"Yeah, not to be approached by spear soldiers or knights."

You can leave what a substitute is for a one-shot one-kill to a rifle sniper later in life. The job of a musketeer is to shoot guns side by side instead of spears. Only then can half-breed infantry and cavalry be knocked down. Well, chivalry has also died in the world of previous life. Just teach the conscripted peasants how to shoot for now, then just push them in numbers. So the battlefield can be suppressed.

Regardless, there are some knights in this world with magical guides and magical creatures on their rides, so I don't think they'll go as far as the original world. I really don't think he's the same person who's strong enough for that. Nevertheless, the advantages gained in a meeting that bumps numbers are overwhelming. Powerful individuals will also be able to cook as many after kicking the population. Exceptions are only exceptions because of the small number...

There's just one problem.

"But this is the kind of weapon I don't really want to use."

"Really?

"Oh. Manufacturing muskets isn't technically that difficult. If captured on the battlefield, it will be copied and spread across the continent in no time."

"No, no, it can't be. Even if you strip all over the continent, you don't have as many alchemists on your own as you do here, do you?

"You don't have to be an alchemist to make it, do you?

"... Huh?

Dooey that makes a face like a pigeon ate a bean cannon. Was that so surprising?

"The material in the musket is nothing but misrills. It's not Orihalcon. The cylinder is iron and the bullet is lead. Stock is wood. If this is a blacksmith with a little arm, I can easily learn how to make it. Synthesis of sulfur and nitrous stones to make gunpowder is not that difficult of a technique. Besides, it costs money to operate. Other forces that are older than this can be used more efficiently."

Sadly, inventors don't always get the greatest benefit from what they invent. The Yagi antenna is a good example. Initially, the invention was unacceptable in Japan from tactical ideas and, conversely, British and American pioneered it into the military, winning World War II. Running ahead now and deploying the musket to Marlan's army even threatens to overwhelm this one with extra nobility and, if poorly done, more masses made by other countries. No, I'm sure it will. Marlan has a small population. It is a land that is not suitable for the operation of weapons that are numerically and truly expensive.

"I don't know... then why would I make it? It's not gonna help, is it?

"Someday, somewhere, in case someone makes a musket. If you build up your know-how ahead of him, it will be easier to cope with the times when muskets will eventually be the protagonists of the battlefield. It's easier to craft a response to a musket or a manual after you recruit a soldier. Well, a wand without falling."

It's a noisy cane on top of the heavy one. It's better than not having it.

Besides, if the development department accumulates manufacturing results, any of them will also help to develop higher-performance firearms. If you make a flint-rock musket or a backpack gun ahead of time, you'll be able to fight for an advantage over the musket as well. However, there are some people in this world who are good at Dwarves and blacksmiths. I'm afraid they're going to get over some technical disparities and evolve guns all at once.

At the end of the line of sight, a slave maid in charge of development is detecting a gun with cold heat after firing. Is there any distortion in the barrel or any shortage in the durability of mechanisms such as the traction - there will be as much to look into.

I spoke to them.

"Hey, how you doing?"

"This is your husband"

"We've shown you something ugly. … Muskets with development instructions are showing progress faster than current estimates"

"I guess."

Faster than estimated means that production is still less difficult than I thought.

... Muskets, like gold and silver in this mine, are a substitute that should not be offered to the world as it stands. Once it spills, it will repaint the world with irrevocable momentum. Are we going to cut this bill about when we have to cooperate fully with the country, even at the beginning of wars between nations?

"Later, we will submit a report summarizing the defects and suggestions for improvement."

"Yeah, good luck. When it's over, you'll go back to the hall and take turns."

M-06, roger that.

"M-07, thank your husband. I'll finally take a bath."

"M-08, thank your husband. Cleanliness is the duty of the maid."

Apparently, they also felt something hard about living underground. Especially women, there will be a lot of things that come spiritually if you don't take a bath. Even though the emotional realm is restricted, that much sensibility exists. Failure to relieve stress moderately may also cause problems in strange places. Let's have our feathers stretched out to make sure they don't.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll be replenishing my slaves again soon. That should show us a lot of progress on this lab's environmental improvement plan. It's almost time to take a bath while you pack it here."

"I think it's great. By the way, my husband, M-06 is interested in the bath that will be the 'hot spring' we used to listen to."

"M-07, as well. More than 90% of M-Series are interested in Hot Springs."

…… Question requested on 06 and 07 from M-08. Isn't a hot spring something to drink? M-08 says some nobles drink hot springs for medicinal purposes. "

Oh, I ate it unexpectedly. I do remember talking about the hot springs when designing the baths in the hall. Well, I gave up on the issue of building extra prominent objects to get extra attention or something. Sulphide compounds produce well here in the deposits, so if it works, you might be able to dig hot springs in the vicinity as well.

And M-08 knows strange knowledge, too. Although it is true that drinking is common when it comes to hot springs in this country. Ninglo, was it unusual for hot springs to soak like Japan?

"Well, I'll consider it. Hot spring digging can make the golem do it, as long as we know where it is. Let's also include it in our future environmental improvement plans."

"" Thank you Happiness ""

After the maids I thank, I turn around. I got a rough idea of the progress here. Shall I show my face to the other departments I'm studying separately?

"It's time for me to go, but what about Doue? Still having a hard time seeing each other?

It's not like that, but...

Dooe scratches her head like she's in trouble. Daimyo, I guess you care about the dryness and awkwardness. He is a man who cannot be boiled down for his figure. I don't mind not breaking it off, but it's not a good idea not to boil it off. When the hot spring springs, I think I'll let it dip first, etc., and I'll leave the test site behind.

He seemed like he was still here for a while.