Chapter 500 – Disrupting Species (4)
In this desert country, there is no lord who does not know the importance of keeping warm.
Even the golems purchased to reduce the death rate of soldiers would spread after a few hours if operated in the middle of the day. It’s not just a common soldier’s problem.
For this reason, just as weapons such as tanks on Earth have been modified to suit the terrain and climate, the golems of Narmer-Nile were necessarily equipped with cooling devices.
“But you can’t enchant stone, and the number of enchantments you can put into cheap wood is very limited.”
At the words of the young lord, who had seen blood while mass-producing timber golems, the first lady who took over the authority in place of the deceased lord nodded.
“Okay. If you put the golem’s formula into the material and attach a cooling device, the performance will decrease, but the price will skyrocket.”
《Thus, to hold heat and increase performance while lowering the price. That is the golem production technology required in our country.”
The words of the other lord, who was not at all drunk due to tension, ended the short conversation.
Magic items with temperature control are expensive. No matter how noble it is, it is not a price that soldiers can pay one by one. Even if it was a golem, that was the same problem.
The limit of technology that can be given to mass-produced golems.
That was the problem the local lords wanted to overcome with their direct golem workshop.
In reality, cheap materials cannot be given a lot of mana.
Is it possible to receive lava in a wooden bowl? The weak material couldn’t handle a lot of mana.
On the other hand, what about high-quality wood that can withstand a lot of mana?
It is better to hire a skilled soldier with that money. That’s why it was difficult to find materials suitable for the role of ‘soldiers’ required for golems, and to buy them enough to mass-produce them.
The cooling system was the biggest problem among them.
It was because there was no way to obtain a material containing ice mana in this desert.
《In the meantime, how about this mithril coin?》
The lord of Mahal took out a silver coin while groaning.
The voice of the most influential person quickly silenced the audience.
“I’ve heard it a few times from the artisans as well. Among metal materials, items that contain cold can only be mined in the northern part of Kitai, and even that coldness disappears when cast in a furnace.”
Cold substances become hot when heated.
It’s common sense enough to make you feel like an idiot.
It is the same even if it is a metal that has a natural coldness. If it is melted enough to become molten iron and put back into the mold and hardened, the original coldness of the material will disappear without a trace.
If you melt the ice and cool it down, will it be anything but lukewarm water?
《… No ice is better Even if it gets lukewarm, just freeze it again. If that’s all it is, it’s a simple thing that even a country that has lived all its life knowing nothing but the rule of swords and armies can do.”
─Ouddeuk.
Narmer – The lord of Mahal, who is also responsible for the defense of the Nile, clutched a mithril coin–no, a ‘silver coin’ in his hand.
“But it is metal. Ordinary silver, cast in the shape of a coin!”
At first, she thought it was a mithril and didn’t think much about it.
Rare metals are easy to enchant, and they were considered commemorative coins with a cold enchantment.
However, on the same day that he instructed his father-in-law to inspect for possible danger, the lord of Mahal received an urgent report from the father-in-law himself.
-Your lord! This, this was plain silver! It was a man-made mithril made by adding mana to silver to increase its strength!!!
The coldness of the silver coin was so cold that even in the party hall where the cool air flowed, there was no change.
That’s enough to give me goosebumps.
“If anyone knows, please tell me. How on earth did he endow a simple silver with this amount of ice mana?”
The lord of Mahal said, opening his muscular grip.
Even against his grip, which was more than enough to crush a simple silver coin, the artificial mithril coin was sparkling without budging.
《Isn’t the technology that grants mana to metal a lost technology from the Golden Age? Has our country fallen behind Romania or Germania again in terms of technology?”
The audience responded with a silence that was not suitable for a fancy party.
Anyone stupid enough to not see the absurd possibilities implied by this silver coin will never become the lord of this harsh desert nation. The owner of the territory next to the lord of Mahal said.
《… There is something we want to propose with that technology, so isn’t that what brought us together?”
──Especially to you, a general in charge of national defense.
Recognizing the old lord’s unspoken words, the lord of Mahal smiled bitterly.
“Perhaps. That old eagle… It’s like Cornelius Armaals. But I hope not.”
“Why is that?”
“Flaw. The Dwarf craftsman I trusted sobbed over this small coin and begged me to meet the maker. It’s the first time I’ve seen him like that.”
The Dwarf Artisan was the one who supervised the blacksmith of the territory, and even shared a drink with the lord.
So his disheveled appearance came as a shock.
-Your lord! This is it! With this skill, you can save the sons of Mahal who will die fighting like my son!
─With a golem made of this metal! No, at least it’s enough to have a golem core and a cooling system using this!
The lord of Mahal sighed, recalling the hot tears of the craftsman who felt like molten iron flowed through his steel muscles instead of blood.
The moment he prostrated himself in his office, weeping, the relationship between the lord of Mahal and the elder, who was sitting in his Romanian home smoking a cigarette, had already become clear.
‘If a negotiation or a deal is proposed, I have to win the bid with a good contract somehow.’
The lord of Mahal gritted his teeth.
Artificial mithril, whether it was already this technology or a natural material, was indispensable.
There is no option to refuse.
The key is at what price it will be supplied.
It was like stepping into a trap set by the other party, but I couldn’t help it.
Even the best lord of the Astrewan League was like that. Hearing about the circumstances of the other lords would be a waste of time. The lord of Mahal read their expressions and closed his eyes.
“We, Narmer-Nile, are falling behind other countries again. With what face should I apologize to my ancestors after I die?”
No country can match Narmer-Nile in the depth of history.
That Germania also falls short of its motherland when discussing the period when mankind was equipped with civilization. Why is his homeland declining without gaining the brilliant technology of the golden age or a new revolution!
I know the answer.
Is a black magician
There is no way that these strong people will not be able to overcome if there is only a simple group of monsters and a harsh environment.
The damn seed that rots the country from within is ruining his country, which has fallen out of God’s eyes.
Even if I can’t defeat all of them, at least if I can annihilate even the leader
Chae Ae Aeng—!!
The sound of percussion cut the general’s grievous worries.
It is a tradition of the motherland to announce the position of a newly visited guest.
And now that all the invited guests have already gathered, the only person to appear is a man who will show up late considering the sponsor’s position. A tall man walked into the place where all the members of the alliance gathered their eyes.
─Turbuck, tumble.
Are the two women on the left and right partners or secretaries?
He was a sturdy man with black hair that was three times brighter day and night than other countries, and blacker than the nights of the dark desert.
《… The workshop manager himself?》
While the lord, who naturally assumed that there would be civil servants accompanying the negotiations, muttered softly, he stepped up to the podium and spoke.
“Nice to meet you, respected guests. I am Nord, an archaeologist. It is a great honor to meet you today on behalf of Father Cornelius at this important occasion.”
Looking around his audience, he spoke politely, more like a scholar preaching his thesis than his negotiator.
As much as the alliance members were aware of the absolute hierarchical relationship, his respectful tone sounded as if he did not want to give them any room for even a word.
The silver coin imbued with the mana of ice made the hearts of the alliance members terribly cold in their breast pockets.
And the Kitaiin scholar, who witnessed their silence, smiled brightly as if to ease the frozen atmosphere.
《… Please take good care of me.”
Fuck, why are these nobles so stiff?
