"Brother Lucius—hey, what's on your back?"
"Weapons," Lucius didn't want to bother to explain, so he changed the subject decisively, "Are you here to exchange things?"
Yugin nodded as if he was pounding garlic, and said embarrassedly.
"Well, my brother and I killed a deer and wanted to come to you to exchange some things back. But I couldn't understand what they were saying, and I didn't know what to do...Fortunately, you came here."
Glancing at the prey, it looked quite small.
"It's okay, I'll give you a pass later... Forget it, I'll give it to you now."
As he said that, Lucius took out the small notebook, drew a few lines on it with a marker pen, and handed it to Yugin.
"Keep it safe, if someone stops you in the future, just show it to them."
It is a bit difficult to forge the paper and pen produced by the shelter. The characters on the pass are all written in English, and there is his signature on it, so it is not so easy for ordinary people to imitate.
Out of caution, Lucius also wrote a number on it, so that if it is necessary to send it to others in the future, it will be easy to identify who is who. In the future, if conditions permit, the printed version and anti-counterfeiting code will be replaced.
Yugin couldn't understand what was written on it, so he carefully put it away and nodded.
Then Lucius pointed to the old slave Luka next to him and said.
"In the future, he will be in charge of the warehouse, and the prey will be handed over to him, and he will find someone to deal with it for you."
Although Old Luka was confused, he still nodded respectfully. According to his experience, when the host is talking with the guests, there is no need to interrupt. If there is something that needs to be done by himself, he will naturally talk to himself later.
If not. That means it's not necessary.
It was Yugin's first time seeing this person, so he didn't know his identity, so he nodded with a friendly smile.
"Okay."
"I just want to go to the warehouse, both of you come with me." Without greeting at the door, Lucius led the two of them to the warehouse with the caravan.
The reindeer was shot just now, and an arrow pierced its throat. Lucius asked the player who was the warehouse manager to weigh it, and then sent it to the butcher to be slaughtered for meat.
Brother Scrambled is getting more and more proficient in doing this job, and he brought two apprentices to watch and learn. Most of the mutated reindeer's offal is inedible. One is that there is no spice to cover the fishy smell, and the other is not sure what it ate along the way.
Even though they are herbivores and do not eat carrion like hyenas, they are not domestic animals. Some plants and fungi that are harmful to people will remain in the digestive system to some extent. It's not a constitution system, so there's no need to take that risk.
Brothers Yugin and Yudeep watched curiously from the sidelines. Although they had never seen a butcher slaughter meat, it was the first time they saw the blue coats slaughtering meat so proficiently.
Skinning, cramping, fleshing out, without blinking eyes, the flying blades seem not to touch the bones, and the dropped bones don't touch an inch of flesh.
Absolutely.
"The old butchers on Beit Street won't let us watch it. After I watch it, I will open a slaughterhouse in front of my house in the future. The business will definitely be good." Yugin said excitedly to his brother.
Yudeep shook his head.
"Don't worry about it. If you want to drive it, don't drive it at the door. I plan to have a baby next year. It's not good to scare the little baby, let alone the little fish."
Yugin foolishly touched his head.
"Oh, well, then I drive across from Old Charlie's grocery store, and there are more people there."
After a while, all the edible meat was put on the chopping board, and all the inedible meat was poured into the plastic bucket next to it.
Brother Scrambled hung the butcher knife aside, put the meat in a frame and passed the scale, looked at the manager and said.
"It's exactly 100 kilograms, which is quite a lot."
Lucius nodded, and ordered him to take 20% of the meat, cut off the leftovers such as tendons, bones and skin, and put all the rest of the meat into the plastic bags brought by Yugin.
"In a while, you go to the warehouse to get 300g of coarse salt."
The salt price of the outpost has been adjusted once, and the price of coarse salt that has not been fully purified is now 50g for 1 silver coin, which has dropped slightly.
The price of refined salt is five times that of coarse salt, that is, 50g is 5 silver coins, which is a bit higher than before. If it is the one with BUFF that contains added salt, it will be 50% higher than the base price.
However, regardless of whether there is a buff or not, the refined salt is not sold externally, it is only supplied to players, and this can be regarded as a kind of welfare for players.
If calculated according to the price of salt, Lucius's cost in exchange for this buckskin was almost equivalent to 6 silver coins.
If calculated by transaction costs, this number is probably less than one-third. After all, most of the coarse salt is "wholesale" by him with bacon and merchants from Demonia Town. The average cost of one kilogram of coarse salt is only three kilograms Bacon only.
However, both brothers were very happy. It was already a very happy thing for them to be able to exchange for salt that was not adulterated and not short of kg.
Especially the amount given by Big Brother Lucius is too much, a full 50g more, so I can eat it for a few more days! It's great to win together! Full of gratitude, the two brothers thanked Lucius, and happily left with 80 kilograms of venison and 300 grams of coarse salt.
Lucius recruited Luka who had been following him all the time, and gave him instructions.
"Those player in blue coats come to hand over their prey without weighing. The hyenas give 5 silver, and the reindeer give 12 silver. The prey is sent to the slaughter, and the meat is smoked before being sent to the granary for preparation."
"If it's a foreign hunter like the man just now, you can take him to the butcher to slaughter as I did just now, take 20% of the meat for smoking, keep the bones and skin, and give the rest 80% to others, and pay 300g of coarse salt, understand?”
Luka is very sensible, and he didn't ask what player is, just remembered what he had to do, and nodded immediately after understanding.
"Clear."
Lucius nodded in satisfaction. But at this time, he suddenly remembered something, and took out two coins from his pocket, one was silver and the other was yellow.
"These are silver coins and copper coins, recognize them clearly. I will teach you some simple daily expressions in a while, and communicate with the people here. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just do what you should do and say what you should say, understand?”
Luka stared at it for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"Understood!"
"Very well. Basically, that's all for your work. You stand here and watch to familiarize yourself with the working environment. I'll teach you the rest later."
Luka stood there obediently, guarding the side of the player who was a part-time warehouse keeper, making the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.
Lucius was very satisfied with his attitude. This new NPC is not bad, as expected, what you pay for is what you get, and the one bought for a chip is better than the one bought for nothing.
That guy Sumeria doesn't talk about it, she can doze off after reciting a book, and she starts to slack off after the work is done, and she can't move without a whip, so she is very popular on the forum.
Lucius hasn't figured out until now, what's wrong with this guy except her chest...
At this moment, Sumeria, who was dozing off at the door of the weapon shop, sneezed without warning. Sniffing, she raised her blushed forehead blankly, like a groundhog just waking up, stretched her neck and looked around.
Finding that there was no business in the store as usual, and no one came to check the post, Sumeria heaved a sigh of relief, wrapped her fur coat around her body, and continued to take a nap.
Maybe it's because there is no hope of going back to the old job, and the future of life is gloomy and uncertain. She admits that she has indeed been a little slack recently, and even lost her basic vigilance.
But one thing to say, although this place is not as lively as Boulder City, this deerskin coat is quite warm, and the material is not only high-quality deerskin, but also hand-sewn. If it is in Boulder City, I am afraid that it will have to sell a lot of chips.
Chips...
Wine...chocolate... Thinking about it, the saliva flowed unsatisfactorily.
...
Woodworking hut.
When Lucius found [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ], he found that he was standing in front of a half-person-high wooden box, concentrating on tinkering with something.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the voice from behind, Mosquito put down the tool in his hand and clapped his hands, looked back at the manager, and said happily.
"Dear Master Manager, I am designing a new weapon!"
"...New weapons?"
"That's right! After the last battle, I found that we urgently need a support weapon that can tilt massive firepower to the enemy's position within a few breaths!"
Speaking excitedly, the Mosquito then pointed to the honeycomb-shaped wooden box in front of him.
"'Blizzard 0.1'! It's designed for this!"
Is this thing a cluster rocket? But there is nothing in it, and the most critical "rocket" has not been made yet.
After staring at the thing with straight eyes for a while, it took Lucius a long time to hold back a word.
"...I remember you were 0.2 last time? Why did you change back to 0.1?"
"Hey, that's Hellfire, this is different series."
Mosquito's expression was slightly embarrassed, but soon the embarrassment was replaced by excitement, "Please listen to me! Don't think this thing is a bit primitive, but I can guarantee that it is really, really useful!"
"According to my design, it can launch all 50 rockets carrying black powder, acetone and wood tar within 10 seconds! Covering the battlefield 100 meters away!"
It's okay to cover 100 battlefields... Let's not talk about the radius of coverage and the accuracy of the head. Afraid of bombing, it covered the battlefield at minus 100 meters.
"Rockets? Are you sure?"
"Uh, sure! Although the propellant is black powder, the effect should be similar?"
The Mosquito's eyes drifted to the side unnaturally, and he said with a smile.
"According to my design, the propelling part of each rocket is about 1kg. After adding a flame retardant, the working time can be extended to 6-8 seconds in theory, and it can generate 3.5-5 kg of thrust in theory. 1~1.5 kg of combat parts is no problem!"
"I plan to mix the 1 kg of combat parts with wood tar, acetone purified by the vaporization of firewood, and black powder, so that it can still burn after the explosion!"
Lucius's eyelids twitched.
Damn. This is shooting explosives with explosives. It's easy to talk about everything, what if it doesn't come out?
Coughing lightly, Lucius reminded him cautiously.
"For street fighting... this power may not be enough, and I always feel very dangerous. I still suggest that you try to get the nitrocellulose out, the power may be even greater."
The detonation velocity of black powder is only 600, and that of smokeless powder can reach 2000, and there is no problem of residual medicine residue.
I heard that for the famous BM-13 series rockets, the propellant used in the early days was smokeless gunpowder, and then viscous oxidized glycerin was used as a plasticizer and mixed with nitrocellulose to make a double-base solid-state propulsion agent.
Black powder... It's enough to make a bomb. It is really difficult to do this kind of thing.
"That's right," Mosquito rubbed his chin and muttered, "Tsk, if only I could get a gas tank."
Lucius always feels that this guy is thinking about something dangerous, but it is hard to say whether there is such a thing as a gas tank in this era, so maybe he doesn't have to worry too much.
"Leave that aside...I need you to help me make three single beds."
"Ouke, by the way, are you in a hurry?"
Lucius thought for a while and said.
"Create at least one before night, can it be done?"
Brother Mosquito touched his chin and said.
"It should be fine."
Developing weapons takes time. But carpentry. If you have enough hands then it just matter of guiding.
"Brother Lucius—hey, what's on your back?"
"Weapons," Lucius didn't want to bother to explain, so he changed the subject decisively, "Are you here to exchange things?"
Yugin nodded as if he was pounding garlic, and said embarrassedly.
"Well, my brother and I killed a deer and wanted to come to you to exchange some things back. But I couldn't understand what they were saying, and I didn't know what to do...Fortunately, you came here."
Glancing at the prey, it looked quite small.
"It's okay, I'll give you a pass later... Forget it, I'll give it to you now."
As he said that, Lucius took out the small notebook, drew a few lines on it with a marker pen, and handed it to Yugin.
"Keep it safe, if someone stops you in the future, just show it to them."
It is a bit difficult to forge the paper and pen produced by the shelter. The characters on the pass are all written in English, and there is his signature on it, so it is not so easy for ordinary people to imitate.
Out of caution, Lucius also wrote a number on it, so that if it is necessary to send it to others in the future, it will be easy to identify who is who. In the future, if conditions permit, the printed version and anti-counterfeiting code will be replaced.
Yugin couldn't understand what was written on it, so he carefully put it away and nodded.
Then Lucius pointed to the old slave Luka next to him and said.
"In the future, he will be in charge of the warehouse, and the prey will be handed over to him, and he will find someone to deal with it for you."
Although Old Luka was confused, he still nodded respectfully. According to his experience, when the host is talking with the guests, there is no need to interrupt. If there is something that needs to be done by himself, he will naturally talk to himself later.
If not. That means it's not necessary.
It was Yugin's first time seeing this person, so he didn't know his identity, so he nodded with a friendly smile.
"Okay."
"I just want to go to the warehouse, both of you come with me." Without greeting at the door, Lucius led the two of them to the warehouse with the caravan.
The reindeer was shot just now, and an arrow pierced its throat. Lucius asked the player who was the warehouse manager to weigh it, and then sent it to the butcher to be slaughtered for meat.
Brother Scrambled is getting more and more proficient in doing this job, and he brought two apprentices to watch and learn. Most of the mutated reindeer's offal is inedible. One is that there is no spice to cover the fishy smell, and the other is not sure what it ate along the way.
Even though they are herbivores and do not eat carrion like hyenas, they are not domestic animals. Some plants and fungi that are harmful to people will remain in the digestive system to some extent. It's not a constitution system, so there's no need to take that risk.
Brothers Yugin and Yudeep watched curiously from the sidelines. Although they had never seen a butcher slaughter meat, it was the first time they saw the blue coats slaughtering meat so proficiently.
Skinning, cramping, fleshing out, without blinking eyes, the flying blades seem not to touch the bones, and the dropped bones don't touch an inch of flesh.
Absolutely.
"The old butchers on Beit Street won't let us watch it. After I watch it, I will open a slaughterhouse in front of my house in the future. The business will definitely be good." Yugin said excitedly to his brother.
Yudeep shook his head.
"Don't worry about it. If you want to drive it, don't drive it at the door. I plan to have a baby next year. It's not good to scare the little baby, let alone the little fish."
Yugin foolishly touched his head.
"Oh, well, then I drive across from Old Charlie's grocery store, and there are more people there."
After a while, all the edible meat was put on the chopping board, and all the inedible meat was poured into the plastic bucket next to it.
Brother Scrambled hung the butcher knife aside, put the meat in a frame and passed the scale, looked at the manager and said.
"It's exactly 100 kilograms, which is quite a lot."
Lucius nodded, and ordered him to take 20% of the meat, cut off the leftovers such as tendons, bones and skin, and put all the rest of the meat into the plastic bags brought by Yugin.
"In a while, you go to the warehouse to get 300g of coarse salt."
The salt price of the outpost has been adjusted once, and the price of coarse salt that has not been fully purified is now 50g for 1 silver coin, which has dropped slightly.
The price of refined salt is five times that of coarse salt, that is, 50g is 5 silver coins, which is a bit higher than before. If it is the one with BUFF that contains added salt, it will be 50% higher than the base price.
However, regardless of whether there is a buff or not, the refined salt is not sold externally, it is only supplied to players, and this can be regarded as a kind of welfare for players.
If calculated according to the price of salt, Lucius's cost in exchange for this buckskin was almost equivalent to 6 silver coins.
If calculated by transaction costs, this number is probably less than one-third. After all, most of the coarse salt is "wholesale" by him with bacon and merchants from Demonia Town. The average cost of one kilogram of coarse salt is only three kilograms Bacon only.
However, both brothers were very happy. It was already a very happy thing for them to be able to exchange for salt that was not adulterated and not short of kg.
Especially the amount given by Big Brother Lucius is too much, a full 50g more, so I can eat it for a few more days! It's great to win together! Full of gratitude, the two brothers thanked Lucius, and happily left with 80 kilograms of venison and 300 grams of coarse salt.
Lucius recruited Luka who had been following him all the time, and gave him instructions.
"Those player in blue coats come to hand over their prey without weighing. The hyenas give 5 silver, and the reindeer give 12 silver. The prey is sent to the slaughter, and the meat is smoked before being sent to the granary for preparation."
"If it's a foreign hunter like the man just now, you can take him to the butcher to slaughter as I did just now, take 20% of the meat for smoking, keep the bones and skin, and give the rest 80% to others, and pay 300g of coarse salt, understand?”
Luka is very sensible, and he didn't ask what player is, just remembered what he had to do, and nodded immediately after understanding.
"Clear."
Lucius nodded in satisfaction. But at this time, he suddenly remembered something, and took out two coins from his pocket, one was silver and the other was yellow.
"These are silver coins and copper coins, recognize them clearly. I will teach you some simple daily expressions in a while, and communicate with the people here. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just do what you should do and say what you should say, understand?”
Luka stared at it for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"Understood!"
"Very well. Basically, that's all for your work. You stand here and watch to familiarize yourself with the working environment. I'll teach you the rest later."
Luka stood there obediently, guarding the side of the player who was a part-time warehouse keeper, making the latter feel uncomfortable for a while.
Lucius was very satisfied with his attitude. This new NPC is not bad, as expected, what you pay for is what you get, and the one bought for a chip is better than the one bought for nothing.
That guy Sumeria doesn't talk about it, she can doze off after reciting a book, and she starts to slack off after the work is done, and she can't move without a whip, so she is very popular on the forum.
Lucius hasn't figured out until now, what's wrong with this guy except her chest...
At this moment, Sumeria, who was dozing off at the door of the weapon shop, sneezed without warning. Sniffing, she raised her blushed forehead blankly, like a groundhog just waking up, stretched her neck and looked around.
Finding that there was no business in the store as usual, and no one came to check the post, Sumeria heaved a sigh of relief, wrapped her fur coat around her body, and continued to take a nap.
Maybe it's because there is no hope of going back to the old job, and the future of life is gloomy and uncertain. She admits that she has indeed been a little slack recently, and even lost her basic vigilance.
But one thing to say, although this place is not as lively as Boulder City, this deerskin coat is quite warm, and the material is not only high-quality deerskin, but also hand-sewn. If it is in Boulder City, I am afraid that it will have to sell a lot of chips.
Chips...
Wine...chocolate... Thinking about it, the saliva flowed unsatisfactorily.
...
Woodworking hut.
When Lucius found [ WC Really Has Mosquitoes ], he found that he was standing in front of a half-person-high wooden box, concentrating on tinkering with something.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the voice from behind, Mosquito put down the tool in his hand and clapped his hands, looked back at the manager, and said happily.
"Dear Master Manager, I am designing a new weapon!"
"...New weapons?"
"That's right! After the last battle, I found that we urgently need a support weapon that can tilt massive firepower to the enemy's position within a few breaths!"
Speaking excitedly, the Mosquito then pointed to the honeycomb-shaped wooden box in front of him.
"'Blizzard 0.1'! It's designed for this!"
Is this thing a cluster rocket? But there is nothing in it, and the most critical "rocket" has not been made yet.
After staring at the thing with straight eyes for a while, it took Lucius a long time to hold back a word.
"...I remember you were 0.2 last time? Why did you change back to 0.1?"
"Hey, that's Hellfire, this is different series."
Mosquito's expression was slightly embarrassed, but soon the embarrassment was replaced by excitement, "Please listen to me! Don't think this thing is a bit primitive, but I can guarantee that it is really, really useful!"
"According to my design, it can launch all 50 rockets carrying black powder, acetone and wood tar within 10 seconds! Covering the battlefield 100 meters away!"
It's okay to cover 100 battlefields... Let's not talk about the radius of coverage and the accuracy of the head. Afraid of bombing, it covered the battlefield at minus 100 meters.
"Rockets? Are you sure?"
"Uh, sure! Although the propellant is black powder, the effect should be similar?"
The Mosquito's eyes drifted to the side unnaturally, and he said with a smile.
"According to my design, the propelling part of each rocket is about 1kg. After adding a flame retardant, the working time can be extended to 6-8 seconds in theory, and it can generate 3.5-5 kg of thrust in theory. 1~1.5 kg of combat parts is no problem!"
"I plan to mix the 1 kg of combat parts with wood tar, acetone purified by the vaporization of firewood, and black powder, so that it can still burn after the explosion!"
Lucius's eyelids twitched.
Damn. This is shooting explosives with explosives. It's easy to talk about everything, what if it doesn't come out?
Coughing lightly, Lucius reminded him cautiously.
"For street fighting... this power may not be enough, and I always feel very dangerous. I still suggest that you try to get the nitrocellulose out, the power may be even greater."
The detonation velocity of black powder is only 600, and that of smokeless powder can reach 2000, and there is no problem of residual medicine residue.
I heard that for the famous BM-13 series rockets, the propellant used in the early days was smokeless gunpowder, and then viscous oxidized glycerin was used as a plasticizer and mixed with nitrocellulose to make a double-base solid-state propulsion agent.
Black powder... It's enough to make a bomb. It is really difficult to do this kind of thing.
"That's right," Mosquito rubbed his chin and muttered, "Tsk, if only I could get a gas tank."
Lucius always feels that this guy is thinking about something dangerous, but it is hard to say whether there is such a thing as a gas tank in this era, so maybe he doesn't have to worry too much.
"Leave that aside...I need you to help me make three single beds."
"Ouke, by the way, are you in a hurry?"
Lucius thought for a while and said.
"Create at least one before night, can it be done?"
Brother Mosquito touched his chin and said.
"It should be fine."
Developing weapons takes time. But carpentry. If you have enough hands then it just matter of guiding.
