While the five collective farms controlled by the little players began improving their specialization developnt, in the Anderma Hills of Transia, the official production of the First National Armant Factory of Transia, whose factory building had been completed a week ago, had already been delayed for 3 days.
As the factory director, Brother Loyalty had been quite anxious these past few days. However, with his current engineering level, he was completely unable to independently complete the upgrade and modification of the old production line. Even with the help of “Transia’s First Engineer,” little Countess Sharon, the progress of this matter was frustratingly slow.
Although Brother Loyalty had already made a simple modification plan through “blueprints found in the office trash can” and received full approval from little Sharon, unfortunately, these master and apprentice had both underestimated the difficulty of modifying a production line.
Even in the steam age, a production line was a complex structure of multiple large machines connected in parallel.
Moreover, what lay before Brother Loyalty was sothing from fantasy steampunk, and he himself was just a beginner. To be honest, it was quite challenging just to understand how this thing worked. Even the replacent parts and templates that little Sharon herself cast took almost a week to complete.
“We’ve managed to make them now, and I estimate they can be installed and barely usable, but since they’re not original parts, there will definitely be high wear and tear during use, and there will be so tolerances.”
In the armant factory, little Sharon, wearing technician overalls, pushed up the goggles on her forehead. She watched as the skilled workers from the Carpe family, along with so locally recruited apprentices, were replacing those parts cast by her and her disciple Brother Loyalty onto the original production machines.
She said with a worried expression:
“We overestimated our abilities while underestimating the difficulties we faced. This isn’t sothing we can handle by crafting by hand right now, we must seek help from professionals.”
“Huh?”
Beside her, Brother Loyalty moved his cool chanical hand, wearing his “capitalist outfit” with rolled-up sleeves and oil stains still on his face. Hearing his little ntor’s words, he frowned and asked:
“But you’re already the most capable professional in this field in Transia right now. We don’t have any engineers more skilled than you nearby. Should we go to the Genoa Peninsula to find those Halflings?”
“That’s indeed one solution. The Bataxin Chamber of Comrce is going there for procurent next month, right? We can order so tools and ready-made molds from the Halflings’ factories, they have this business.”
Little Sharon flapped her wings and hovered in the air, checking the entire assembly process from above. She said to Brother Loyalty:
“This production line you see before you was also ordered by my father through my mother’s connections from the Halfling factories. Transia doesn’t have the capability to manufacture production lines independently.
My mother’s connections on the Genoa Peninsula should still be there, and Halflings can live for a very long ti, plus they don’t want to get involved in mainland conflicts. The peace there has been maintained for hundreds of years, and it’s precisely because of such an environnt that the Halflings can settle down and focus on research and improvents.”
“But we actually don’t have ti, ntor.”
Brother Loyalty imdiately shook his head and said:
“Now there are only 3 months left before the Black Plague arrives. Even if the Halflings work overti to manufacture the production line for us, by the ti they’re delivered, we won’t have enough ti to start production. This solution won’t satisfy Lord Murphy.
We must think of another way.”
“Then let’s go to the Dark Mountains!”
Little Sharon narrowed her eyes and said with certainty:
“Find that mad engineering master Ryuk Flywheel! His Hunger Mountain isn’t very far from the Desolate Mountain defense line on the outskirts of the Dark Mountains. As long as our warriors and soldiers can break through the blockade of the Foul Swamp, it would only take 1 to 2 days of fast horse riding to reach Ryuk Flywheel’s base.
That conflict-loving mad engineer was able to sell 3,000 sets of computation beads to the Dwarf Marshal, which proves he has systematic manufacturing tools.
As long as we can reach a deal with him, we can get everything we need faster.
Because the Halflings don’t get involved in wars, such military orders need to be approved by the Steam Lord Council, and any decision-making by council organizations won’t be very efficient.
Perhaps seeking cooperation with the more ‘flexible’ Ryuk Flywheel is the best solution.”
“We can take both approaches!”
Brother Loyalty pondered for a mont and replied:
“Walking on two legs is more stable. We can request aid for Transia from the Steam Lords in the na of supporting against the Black Plague, while also sending people to find Ryuk Flywheel. I guess Lord Murphy might not have enough computation beads in hand either, she also urgently needs to replenish this strategic resource.”
“Mm, then let write the report.”
Little Countess Sharon nodded. She had always been decisive, and said to Brother Loyalty while in the air:
“You just need to sign your na after the report. You watch over things here first, and after they finish installation, don’t connect it to the steam engine to start production yet. I still need to do one final inspection of the entire production line, and only after confirming there are no problems can we manufacture.
This is currently the only production line we have on hand, if we break it we won’t have anything left to work with.”
“Alright, ntor, I’ll watch over them.”
Brother Loyalty responded crisply, watching little Sharon leave before turning his attention back to the production line being overhauled before him.
His gaze swept over those oddly shaped, complexly constructed gears and lever structures, which were completely different from the fully automatic military goods production line in his mory, and the difference was not just slight.
“According to Sharon, this production line can manufacture parts for 200 rifles and thousands of bullets per day, but the subsequent polishing and assembly still takes ti. The hardwood promised by the Torrent Knights still hasn’t arrived… Damn!
We’re still far from achieving scale!”
Brother Loyalty took out his notebook and wrote and drew with a pained expression. Looking at his ambition planned on it to achieve semi-automation in 3 months, he thought about how he was really a pure little innocent before, and closed his eyes to cross out that arrogant ambition.
He examined the current situation and wrote a new goal for himself, it would already be quite good if they could distribute bolt-action rifles and so lever-action shotguns to the Kadman People’s Army before the Black Plague breaks out.
“But if there’s really a war, just having guns isn’t enough!”
Brother Loyalty recalled the “small-scale wars” he had participated in when he was young. He stroked his chin with his cool chanical hand, thinking:
“The command system and communication system are real big problems. It’s said that Short Loren tried to build a command network throughout the army system by using computation beads in conjunction with users, which sounds very fantasy-like, but such a command system heavily relies on these computation beads.
This thing is fine for players to use, but it’s probably too delicate for real war.
If encountering complex spirit energy environnts it would fail, or if thrown a large-area silence spell by soone like Lady Tris who is a Spirit Sovereign, it could disable half the system.
We need a communication weapon that ordinary soldiers can use, is cheap to produce and can be distributed on a large scale.
Radio? Field telephone? And simple fire control systems for artillery?
Hmm…
Seems quite promising.”
Thinking of this, Brother Loyalty imdiately planned to go offline to search for so blueprints to study, but he suddenly realized he didn’t need to do these things himself.
He now had “professional talent” in his team.
Speaking of which, MoeHaha had been in the ga for almost a week, and it’s said she’s been happily “sightseeing” with the girls every day, let alone reports, there hasn’t even been a single update.
The disguise wasn’t ant for you to slack off! Sister, did you really co here to enjoy the ga?
No way!
Got to find so real work for this physicist to do, otherwise she’s really going to turn into a complete slacker.
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“Quick quick quick! Load these hardwood onto the cart and send them to the armant factory! Our order is already 3 whole days late, Brother Loyalty over there is probably cursing up a storm.”
At the outpost camp by the Kadman River bend, not far from Transia’s First National Armant Factory, Typal, who had run here from the “Newbie Village” to “guide the work”, had just dismounted when he saw Uncle Fording anxiously directing a group of lumberjacks to load the preliminarily processed black hardwood onto carts.
Not only were the workers laboring, but other brothers from the Torrent Knights who had nothing else to do were all helping here.
Their chosen outpost location was surrounded by a large patch of hardwood that could be used for making gunstocks and gun bodies. The armant factory had thus signed a comrcial contract with the Knights, but unexpectedly this first delivery had run into problems.
“This damn hardwood is especially troubleso to process. The locals’ old thod needs a whole month to process it properly, forcing to run to our woodworking factory to ‘learn from experience’, and I almost got reported to the police and arrested.
Really frustrating!”
Seeing First Brigade Commander Typal co over, Second Brigade Commander Uncle Fording imdiately poured out his complaints.
This old chunni, old role-player said with a sigh:
“I never thought that at over 40 years old, I would still be like a student taking notes to consult those old workers.
Just buying cigarettes cost over 1,000 yuan, but the result was okay.”
He then proudly pointed at the pile of air-dried hardwood and said:
“The experience passed down by them really works. These woods can be put into production as soon as they’re taken over, just don’t know if Brother Loyalty’s side has specialized craftsn responsible for this.
I heard from the old workers that using hardwood to make gun bodies is really skilled work.
By the way, why aren’t you staying in your village and instead running over here?”
“Have sothing to discuss with you and the other decurions.”
Typal said with a serious expression:
“Village Chief Mr. Huo from Treasure Bay found a few hours ago. He proposed a deal to that would directly change the industrial layout of the Newbie Village and affect the future reputation of the Torrent Knights, and it concerns the potential storm we otherworlders might stir up in Transia’s political circles.
From any perspective this isn’t a small matter, so I can’t make the decision by myself.”
“Is that so?”
Uncle Fording frowned.
At his age he was experienced and naturally knew Typal’s concerns weren’t unfounded, so he didn’t say much and imdiately sent people to gather the decurions currently in the main camp to co to his tent for a eting.
But just as Uncle Fording and Typal were preparing to have a discussion first, a player serving as sentry at the camp entrance ran over. This guy with the ID “Blood-Stained Holy Lance Marcus” properly saluted the two brigade commanders, then said very excitedly:
“There are visitors requesting reception at the camp entrance! Two brigade commanders, it’s a group of knights! Real knights! And the leaders are two female knights, standard blonde Princess Knights!
That armor, those warhorses, that heroic grace, those long legs… The dog ga designers really know what they’re doing!”
“Mind your image! New recruit!”
Typal imdiately reprimanded:
“You represent the face of the Torrent Knights and the image of the Way of Holy Light, you cannot evaluate a lady so vulgarly behind her back.”
“Ah, I was wrong, commander.”
Blood-Stained Holy Lance Marcus imdiately apologized.
The advantage of being an RP party mber is that they can endure so demands that other players would consider nitpicking for the sake of what they pursue.
Typal didn’t pursue it further and asked:
“What does that female knight want to do here?”
“Oh, she said she wants to see the current state of us knights, and if possible, she also hopes to beco one of us.”
Marcus said with a strange expression, this answer surprising both Typal and Uncle Fording.
In their plans, the Torrent Knights would definitely recruit NPCs in the future, as this would provide enough roleplay and imrsion, but having NPCs actively co to join at this ti when the outpost hasn’t even been built yet was sothing that hadn’t been realized even in the most beautiful dreams of these two guys.
“First invite her into the camp, we’ll discuss other things after talking.”
Uncle Fording, who was occasionally silly but mostly mature and steady, made the decision, so a few minutes later, in the central tent of this large camp, the two vanguard commanders t Miss Becky and her guard knight Liwen.
Although everyone called themselves knights, the difference in levels beca apparent as soon as both sides t.
Miss Becky’s knight plate armor was polished clean and gleaming with cold light, with family motto engravings on it, paired with a knight greatsword and a sword at her waist, along with a riding crop in hand and a cape behind her.
Even without wearing a helt she exuded a “professional air.”
Knight Liwen’s attire was slightly more “modest”, but her full plate armor still made the little players around look envious.
In contrast, Typal and Uncle Fording looked quite shabby.
Although they had also tried their best to exchange veteran outfits from the People’s Army quartermaster by grinding reputation, this chain mail was far inferior to the two female knights both in appearance and quality.
Moreover, no matter how dedicated role-players are, they can only be considered “amateur level”, while Becky had received knight training since childhood until she grew up.
That aura of being a “knight” about her was sothing the little players could never express no matter what.
Therefore in comparison, this scene was like an epic eting between formal knights and wandering knights. It was embarrassing enough already, but in front of such “uniquely modeled” NPCs, even Typal felt a bit self-conscious.
However, Miss Becky had never acted according to common sense.
After eting with the two brigade commanders, she didn’t even say a word of pleasantries before taking out a handwritten letter from her bag and handing it to Uncle Fording, saying straightforwardly:
“I, Edeline Becky Seville, have finally won the championship in the King of Fighters tournant at the Crimson Citadel and gained the recognition of my elders, allowing and my retainer knight Liwen Hood, under the recomndation of Civilian Protection Officer Lord Kudel, to apply to join the Torrent Knights today!
My grandfather told that you are all warriors from another world, upholding the righteousness called ‘Holy Light’, and combining wisdom and courage to decide to devote your loyalty and passion to this land plagued by suffering.
This is the life I have always yearned for, and it is also the perfect starting point for to truly practice my way of knighthood!
I will lead my guard knights to beco honorary external mbers of the Torrent Knights, and join you in participating in the war against the Black Plague.
I firmly believe that we will eventually drink victory wine together on the battlefield!”
Becky spoke passionately with her signature uplifting posture, but Typal and Uncle Fording were both dazed at this mont.
Wait wait!
Uncle Fording looked at the letter of recomndation from Baron Kudel in his hand, crying out in his heart:
“Wait a mont, blonde female knight, let us sort out exactly what happened.”
Thinking thus, but when he opened that letter of recomndation, the vibration from the computation bead made him realize he had triggered a random event and hidden quest:
【Ding! Hidden plot branch quest ‘Silver Dawn Seville’ has been triggered!
Quest Description: The young lady from a knight family in the Anju region has chosen to join the Torrent Knights under her grandfather’s guidance. Lord Kudel’s true intention is to hope his little granddaughter can see the cruelty of war and treat her life more rationally, rather than placing all her life’s hopes on pursuing an impossible career.
But this doesn’t an Kudel has no expectations for his granddaughter, he hopes his granddaughter can beco the first female Holy Grail Knight on the continent.
As currently the only official civilian knight order existing on Transia’s land, you perhaps have this responsibility to help a pure-hearted young lady who carries ideals.
Perhaps taking this as the starting point of the Torrent Knights’ legend would also be quite a good choice.
Basic Objective: Help Edeline Becky Seville safely survive the Black Plague and gain fa.
Advanced Objective: Assist Edeline Becky Seville in becoming a Holy Grail Knight.
Hidden Objective: Guide Edeline Becky Seville to beco a Holy Light believer.
Quest Ti Limit: Continues until the end of Black Plague.
Quest Rewards: Transia official military establishnt, Torrent Fort supply replenishnt, Nantes Ranger family knight chest key x12.
Developnt Team Note!
Miss Becky’s family is the largest military supplies rchant in the Anju region. The armor and weapons produced by the Seville family are truly premium products throughout the Goldflower Kingdom.
Perhaps you can try to get so help needed for building the knight order from her.】
“Damn! Is this the developnt team seeing our knight order’s developnt difficulties and spawning us a ‘big boss’ out of thin air?”
Uncle Fording shared the quest with Typal while exclaiming in his heart:
“Developnt team! You are my god!”
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