our family is gone

Chapter 178 The Sword
In the words, he instilled in him the meaning that "the higher-ups are no longer optimistic about the war potential of guns and guns, and think that guns and guns are not as good as ordinary cold weapons".

Lance noticed that most of his blueprints consisted of various gun designs, which was an insult to a researcher who had devoted his life to the subject.

"Oh~ I really want to kick those guys' asses with my boots! Are their brains stuffed into cannons and blasted out? Guns are the future of war."

"But this is the truth, isn't it? The cost of equipping a [-]-man artillery force is enough to equip an ordinary army of [-], not to mention the huge research funding behind it.

The top management is willing to allocate funds because they want to see these 1000 people defeat 5000 people, but the effect is not as good as ordinary troops when facing the enemy, so why do they continue to allocate funds? "

Lance spoke very directly, but this is the reality. Even Eugene couldn't deny the problems faced by guns and guns in actual combat, and looked frowning.

"Why did you quit the academy?"

Lance opened his mouth to break the deadly atmosphere, but Eugene didn't feel that there was anything to hide, so he said it directly.

"They stopped funding, canceled my project, and disbanded my entire team. At that time, they quit the academy to express their protest. Unfortunately, those students and craftsmen who were with me were also dragged down by me~"

"What project are you working on?"

"A kind of modification research on the lightweight of the artillery. Now those guys think that the lightweight of the artillery is not as good as using the gun directly, so the mainstream trend is to keep increasing the number of pounds to make more powerful and heavier artillery. So My research isn't being taken seriously..."

Speaking of this, Eugene is also a bit lonely. His research has not been recognized, and he has been expelled as a model. The behavior of the college somewhat chills him.

Lance also understands that if he had enough funds before, he could try to multi-line flowering, even if he failed, he could still bear it, and success would be blood money.

But now that open source is gone, we can only save money. This kind of non-mainstream will naturally be eliminated first, and save some money to maintain the research direction of mainstream development and destructive power.

From a manager's point of view, Lance understands that the academy is logically correct, but the way those people dealt with it was too rough, which really made it hard for him to understand.

"You come to my side, I fully support your research."

Lance threw an olive branch straight to the point, but Eugene was surprised.

"You also want to study artillery?"

"Any questions?"

Lance was very direct and calm, and he didn't think there was any problem with what he said.

It's just his fearless attitude that made Eugene laugh and couldn't help asking.

"Do you know how much it costs to cast a cannon? How much does the academy invest in our project team for a year?"

"How much?" Lance still looked calm.

"The smallest six-pound gun costs [-] yuan, and the academy invested [-] yuan in our team alone last year." As he spoke, Eugene stood up excitedly and gestured emphatically: "It's not copper coins, nor is it Silver coins are gold coins! Sixty thousand gold coins!"

No matter how you say it, the name of the master is still very bluffing, but the fact that he is still sitting here after leaving the academy shows the situation.

Not everyone can afford this thing, even the nobles can't afford the exaggerated consumption. Only this city of wealth is eligible to spend millions of gold coins for research and development every year, but now it is estimated that the funds have been cut in half.

"I can afford it~"

Lance's calm sentence immediately stumped Eugene, and the raised gesture didn't even have time to put it down.

"Who are you?" Eugene realized something, the young man wasn't joking.

"I forgot to introduce, I am Lance Hamlet, the lord of Hamlet now." Lance smiled slightly, but the posture he put on was faintly oppressive.

"Hamlet~" Eugene couldn't help frowning when he heard this, sat down slowly, and thought for a while before he seemed to remember something.

"Hamlet used to be as powerful as Totnes, but that was more than ten years ago. Now that Hamlet has declined to such an extent that no one even knows his name, how do you have such financial resources?"

Eugene speaks very straightforwardly, without obtrusiveness, and directly points out the current situation of Hamlet.

Hearing this, Lance couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He wanted to show off his noble status, but he was directly exposed.

It's all the fault of the prodigal ancestor~
"This is not something you need to know. You just need to know that I have the ability to provide you with everything you need to research, and you can provide me with better artillery." Lance had a straight face and did not show much reaction , a sentence will be brought up.

"You already know the performance of the artillery unit in actual combat. Sixty thousand gold coins are enough to form a thousand-man cavalry. Why are you obsessed with these things?"

Eugene didn't understand why such a run-down nobleman pursued artillery. It stands to reason that these nobles prefer traditional soldiers, just like most of the army who oppose guns are noble generals.

"Because I see the great potential of guns, and think that in the future, human war guns will have an absolute advantage.

Now you are a broken local lord forgotten by the world, and a craftsman excluded by the academy. Let us work together to prove to the high level of Totnes that it is not you who are wrong, but them. "

It has to be said that Lance has indeed hit his lifeline, and he is not convinced.

This research direction was originally a request from the academy, but now it has become a reason for disbanding his team.

Ignore their hard work over the years and throw them away like trash.

How can there be such a reason?

"Okay, but I have a request."

"Say."

"I need to bring my team, who have also been expelled from the academy because of me."

"Okay~" Lance smiled slightly, "But maybe you don't need to go to those craftsmen."

"How to cast without a craftsman?" Eugene felt that this guy was playing with himself?
"Hahaha! Because I have already found those craftsmen, but you can try to contact the craftsmen who are still in the academy workshop and see if they are willing to come with me."

Hearing this, Eugene understood that this person was serious. He thought he had money and nowhere to spend it, but now it seems that he is a well-planned person.

"Okay, I'll go back and find them, and I don't know if you can take it."

"You underestimate me, don't you~"

He is worried about not having enough talents, he dares to take as many as you come, regardless of whether it is useful or not, first bring it back to Hamlet.

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Winston brought those craftsmen over to join them, but he didn't expect to find that Master Eugene and a researcher he didn't know were among them.

He had only heard about it from the craftsmen, and wanted to ask Lance to try it, but he actually invited him.

Not only him, those craftsmen didn't expect Master Eugene to be there, and for a moment they also lamented the master's supernatural powers, and the slight anxiety that they had originally dissipated.

The masters are here, they should not be deceived~
"My lord, how did you convince Master Eugene?"

"It's very simple, give him what he wants." Lance smiled slightly, there is nothing that money can't solve.

As he spoke, he took out a bag and handed it to him, "You have been running back and forth after hard work these days."

The moment Winston took it, he felt that something was wrong with his hand. He had been playing iron for half his life and was very sensitive to the weight of the metal. The coins inside were definitely not copper or silver coins.

Afraid of making a mistake, he opened it and took a look, only to find that it was indeed a gold coin. Twenty or so gold coins were enough for half a year's salary.

"My lord...is this a mistake..."

"That's right, one for each person, here are 23."

"Isn't that too much..." Winston looked flattered. He thought that Lance would be polite, and at most it would be a whole point of copper coins and silver coins, but he didn't expect such an exaggeration.

"I never treat those who help me badly." Lance raised his hand and patted Winston's shoulder with a friendly smile on his face.

"My lord, I want to discuss something with you."

"Say something."

"Can I go with you too?"

"Oh!" Lance was a little surprised. There was a reason why he befriended Winston.

As the golden hammer of the forging competition, his skills are not without room for survival here.

"Hehe~" Winston explained with an awkward laugh: "Everyone knows what happened that night, and I can't stay in Totnes any longer."

"Hahaha!"

Lance also understood what he meant. He was considered a steal that night, but in a negative sense.

The Furnace Tavern was originally a gathering place for artisans. Within two days, almost all the artisans in the workshop knew that he made a fool of himself that night and became a joke among those guys.

"Welcome, of course."

After receiving a positive answer, Winston looked excited, and seemed to have made a decision to remove the cloth strip behind his back and put his hands on it.

"This is the work I won the award at that time, please accept it."

Seeing this, Lance didn't take it directly, but fell into thinking.

He could sense that Winston didn't intend to take effect after getting the gold coins, because when he came, Lance noticed the cloth strips on his back, that is, he was ready to go with him before he came.

After a little hesitation, Lance still couldn't resist picking up the cloth strip and opening it, and a two-handed long sword as delicate as a work of art appeared.

But it perfectly takes into account the practicality, and you can feel the impeccable feel when you hold it in your hand, showing its sharpness, and the appearance alone reveals a sense of sharpness.

"Sure enough, it's an award-winning work, just like a work of art~" After playing with it, Lance had to admit that it was perfect, even better than what was collected in the collector's showroom.

"At that time, I cut thirteen pig leg bones in a row when I won the prize. Only my long sword did not have a chipping gap, and the cable was cut without burrs. It was as sharp as ever." Winston couldn't help correcting it when he heard this, Xiang Lan Si proves that it is a real sword.

"Hahaha~ I know this is a good sword, but are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"After the award was judged, there were bids on the spot. I didn't sell it from the asking price of [-] to [-] gold coins. Those merchants didn't understand at all. How could they be worthy of the weapons I made? Only a person like you, my lord, is worthy of this a sword."

Winston's habit of bragging had resumed, but there was no denying that it was the truth.

This is his most proud work, if it falls into the hands of those who don't understand, it will make the sword dusty, so he has been reluctant to sell the sword.

It wasn't until he met Lance that he was convinced and willing to offer the sword.

It has nothing to do with money~
"The sword is a good sword, but I want to pass it on to someone else." Lance liked it very much, but it was precisely because he liked it that he didn't want to accept it.

"Why!" Winston was surprised, unable to figure out what was wrong with his sword, and hurriedly asked, "Does your lord think there is something wrong with this sword?"

"Listen to me first, it's not about the sword, it's about me." Lance raised his hand to appease him, and then he explained, "Because I don't know how to use a sword, and you gave him to me, it's just a pearl in the dust. , but there is a real sword master in my territory, I believe he will not insult your sword."

Although Lance has been invincible so far, the fact is that he doesn't know how to use a sword, at least he is not a master of swordsmanship. He simply relies on his reaction, perception and strength to forcibly pile up his state.

The difference is that the long sword in Leonard's hand will not wear much after a fight, while his sword is almost like scrap iron after a fight.

It doesn't hurt if other ordinary swords are broken, but if you use this sword as a stick of fire, it's a bit reluctant, and this sword is too light for him, it's better to hand it over to a more suitable person.

After hearing this, Winston understood the reason, and admired Lance even more for a while.

It is reasonable to accept it, and then forward it directly. At that time, I have nothing to say, but the adult asked me and explained in detail, which was enough to save my face.

"Since this sword is given to your lord, I have no problem with how your lord arranges it."

"Don't worry, he will never let you down. The weapon you forge is destined to drink blood on the enemy."

Lance stroked the blade lightly, only to realize that he didn't have a weapon he could handle, so he simply opened his mouth to Winston.

"Just talking about this, you go and see what materials you need and list them for purchase. I need you to build a weapon for me."

Come to live!
What is the honor of being a craftsman?Of course, some big shot used a weapon he made himself.

If the lord can use the weapon he made, he will have another topic to brag about with others.

"Remember to show the strength of your golden hammer." Lance pointed out with a smile.

"Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely do my best!"

Lance communicated with the craftsmen and those technicians, agreed on a time and place, and asked them to go back and prepare as soon as possible.

It's okay for a bachelor like Winston, but some craftsmen are dragging their families and it takes a little time.

In this era, if we are separated, we will rarely have the opportunity to meet again, and family members who can basically leave will follow.

To some extent, their willingness to leave Totnes has to be a blow to the academy. They have fought for half their lives, only to find that this is not their home at all, and leaving may be a good choice.

Anyway, Lance welcomes them and promises to arrange housing for them...

(End of this chapter)