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Triss’s Different World People Observation Diary · Issue 2_2 1213: 410.
Triss’s Different World People Observation Diary · Issue 2_2 The Stonemason Association over there was working on design drawings.
Old Chen ant that this ti, not only did they want to fix the subterranean structures, but also erect the “Midnight Tower,” planned right above the Blood Vulture Corridor, as a landmark building for Crimson Castle and even for Transylvania.
Sigh, from this alone, one could confirm that the impulse to “create wonders” is a perpetual longing hidden in the heart of every civil engineer.
It would never disappear with the increase in age.
“Where’s your experintal product?”
Murphy realized he had reached the test area when he saw Triss stop, but he looked left and right and saw nothing of interest in this deserted place.
If one had to say, a few spherical bombs had already been buried beneath the collapsed passage in front…
Holy shit!
Triss wouldn’t have quietly switched professions to beco an “Explosion Witch” while he wasn’t paying attention, right?
“It’s right there, open your eyes wide and take a good look, my astonishing wisdom drawn from different world knowledge!”
The Crimson Witch let out a hearty laugh, lightly traced her finger in the air, and three hovering spiritual energy fireballs flew forward under her control, igniting the buried explosives.
And she herself—zoop—turned into a flurry of little bats on the spot, leaping back to regain her composure and covering her ears.
Seeing Triss act like this, Murphy knew sothing bad was about to happen.
But the damn fuse of the explosives burned too quickly, and he only had ti to close his broad blood wings in front of himself before the next mont—boom—a loud explosion opened up the collapsed tunnel.
Rocks flew everywhere, hitting Murphy’s wings with bangs, but fortunately, the explosion, though violent, was rely a physical attack and didn’t carry the shock of spiritual energy, so the Vampire Lord wasn’t hit in the head by flying bricks.
That would have been too embarrassing.
Explosions co quickly and leave just as fast; soon, the tremors at the site settled down.
In front of the tunnel, clouded with dust and the thick sll of gunpowder, Murphy unfolded his blood wings and looked at the huge pit blasted in front of him and the now-penetrated tunnel.
He gave Triss, who was looking rather pleased with herself, a strange look and said,
“Why was the explosive power so great?
It doesn’t seem like sothing black gunpowder could cause.
Did you add Burning Gold Powder inside?”
“NONONO!”
Triss waved her finger in front of Murphy’s eyes and said with her mischievous big eyes,
“You can guess sothing even bolder.
As I said, this is enlightennt from different world knowledge—indeed, I added sothing to the ordinary black gunpowder bombs, but it’s not Burning Gold…”
“???”
Murphy’s eyes widened.
He had guessed what Triss had been tinkering with in the lab lately, and the first image that flashed through his mind was the “Elental Periodic Table” he had seen earlier on Triss’s desk.
That was sothing Lumina, that little dummy, had specially “offered” to her in order to curry favor.
So, Triss actually managed to derive so quite terrifying knowledge from that table, right?
This is the value of an Alchemy Master?
Holy shit, she self-taught the elental periodic table and managed to produce TNT?
“I can’t guess; after all, that’s knowledge from another world.”
Murphy’s mind was clear as a mirror, but he still put on a puzzled and confused look, while Triss just pouted, not bothering to explain much to her academically challenged offspring.
She gestured and said,
“You’re not a professional; naturally, you won’t understand, but I have successfully created the first batch of picric acid on the Continent…
Ah, it’s nothing profound.
It rely represents that I haven’t wasted my ti these days.”
“Holy shit!”
Murphy had an expressionless face, but he was actually overjoyed inside.
Even though he hadn’t learned about this field in his experiences in another world, he knew what the na of this substance ant.
If Triss had created a “fantasy version of picric acid,” then she was just one step away from figuring out the true TNT formula.
It might not seem like a big deal, but Murphy, who knew the “different world tech tree,” understood that the success of Triss’s experint was akin to a ga-changing first step for Transylvania!
Once Transylvanian armories could mass-produce yellow gunpowder, the ammunition problem that troubled Loyal Brother would be imdiately resolved, and his own plans to equip his soldiers with otherworldly weapons wouldn’t be just an elusive dream anymore.
From this perspective, although Triss might have bad luck, she indeed possesses the hidden attribute of being a “husband’s fortune”!
“I don’t understand, but I am deeply impressed.”
Murphy stepped forward and said to Triss,
“Seeing you so proud, I knew what you made must be amazing.
The power of the gunpowder explosion has greatly increased even without the addition of Burning Gold Powder, making eager to contemplate what terrifying thing will result if we add Burning Gold Powder to your newly created gunpowder.
Even though I don’t quite understand alchemy, I guess you would be willing to share with your thoughts during this period, wouldn’t you?”
“Tsch, there’s nothing much to say.”
Triss haughtily pursed her lips, but how could she bear to disappoint her dear Murphy?
Thus, on their way back to the office from the already blown-up underground collapse zone, Triss laid bare the process of her recent studies.
It wasn’t as difficult as Murphy thought because Triss wasn’t starting from scratch.
Whenever she surfed the forums, she would peek at the threads discussed by those “hardcore” mbers of the Appetite Relief Party.
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