Looking at the old man's cheerful appearance, he seemed to be in a state of being out of stock for two weeks and finally finding a new job. This image left the impression of Gao Wen of the past of his past--now Gao Wen can be completely sure that the other party's ragged cloth robe, soft hat and unshaven beard are not because of the hermit life, he is really poor...

This situation made Gao Wen couldn't help but mutter to Amber in a low voice: "Is it really reliable for you to find this person?"

"Oh, don't worry, although your personality may be a little strange, you have seen it, right? At least the druid's ability is real - you are not the kind of pedantic aristocrat who can judge people's background and follow rules. Don't you always talk about talents the most important thing?"

Unexpectedly, the half-elf would be heard by this half-elf at this time, and he took it out and took it out to his army. Gao Wen could only curl his lips helplessly and asked curiously: "How did you know him?"

It is not inconsistent to be a little old man who looks like a druid's shame and Amber, the elf shame, are together, but Gao Wen is still curious about how these two people met. Could it be that they have the same stinking just because they are both shameful to their respective groups?

But unexpectedly, Gao Wen's low murmur was heard by the little old man next to him. The druid, who also made his ears very easy, turned his head and smiled: "Sir, I am an old acquaintance with Amber's adoptive father. I look at this little girl. In terms of seniority, she has to call me uncle..."

Amber immediately rolled his eyes: "You guy who doesn't look like an elder wants me to call you uncle?"

"So that's it, you still have this connection." Gao Wen nodded in understanding. He heard Amber mention her adoptive father and knew that he was a human stalker - actually a thief who was hiding at the bottom.

Amber shook his head and said, "This guy used to be very familiar with my adoptive father. They were still under the banner of a night walker and were preparing to be the most powerful thief in the southern territory, but they didn't get any fame."

Gao Wen subconsciously frowned and looked at the old man: "Have you been a thief before?"

"It's been the past, and it's been the past," the old man waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm quitting now. What I've been doing these years is a regular businessman."

Gao Wen found it interesting: "It's because he can't make a fortune when he's a thief?"

"Because the craftsmanship is too fashionable," Amber rolled her eyes from the side, with a look of disdain. "He could be found when he steals things from death, and was beaten up. He was born not a material for thieves, and of course not a material for druids. Now it seems that he is not a material for antique experts or cooks."

Gao Wen was stunned: "How did you find out what stole death?"

"The main reason is that there were more than 200 tomb sweeping standing next to you..."

The old man could only smile embarrassedly on the side. It was obvious that although he was an elder, his attitude towards Amber was really easy. He was criticized by the other party for not once or twice. Especially on this topic, Amber is particularly confident and qualified to tease his thief skills: after all, he was beaten up by stealing things from the dead, and Amber not only stole the dead, but also made the dead live...

Although the situation was not considered "stealing" at that time...

After a few casual conversations, Gao Wen suddenly realized that he had forgotten something very important: "By the way, I don't know what your name is called?"

The old man pressed his chest with his hand and performed an inappropriate manner: "Petman Lauren is happy to serve you. Just call me Pitman directly."

"Very good, Pittman, you can take a break first. I'll arrange someone to take you to your residence later. You've seen this place, everything is still in its inception, and the living conditions may not be very good, but as long as you work as my leaders, this place will soon be a rich and comfortable new home."

Pitman Lauren smiled like a flower: "I will do my best to those shiny little cuties."

The miscellaneous druid followed the guide staff arranged by Gao Wen to leave the camp, leaving Amber and Gao Wen looking at each other. After paying a little attention to the atmosphere around, the half-elf lady smiled awkwardly and was about to leave, but Gao Wen grabbed her: "Where to go?"

"I'll go and help patrol the surroundings of the camp!" Amber jumped and shouted, "Hey, let me go!"

"First explain what happened to 'digging out a seven hundred-year-old antique' - I haven't forgotten this sentence yet."

"Alas--"

Everything is on track in the camp, but not everything will go smoothly.

In a yard on the west side of the workshop area, Rebecca was staring at the thing in front of her in a daze.

In front of her was a strange-style furnace. The furnace was made of fire-resistant bricks and mud mixed with quartz sand, like a giant bowl turned upside down on the ground. The "giant bowl" depicts simple runes for increasing temperature and controlling firepower, and the bottom was a kiln door that had just been opened and originally sealed with mud. Its style is a bit like a brick kiln used to burn bricks, but the things fired inside were not bricks.

The burning is stone, or the limestone powder and clay are mixed together to burn. The ancestors said that the calcined things in this way are mixed with the slag brought by the blacksmith shop, and then grinding them into powder can be turned into a new building material.

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be successful.

In the basket in front of the furnace are some finished products that are burnt. The finished products are grey-black plates that look dirty and ugly. There are many hard and crisp clumps mixed in large and small debris. Rebecca has tried to force some of the debris and slag to powder and then mix them with water according to the instructions of his ancestors. Now the first mixtures for testing have dried and they become things that break when broken, like decaying wood.

It's impossible to build a house.

Rebecca put his finger on his chin and fell into thinking, and his face was so dark and dirty that he didn't care about washing.

She was not supervising the installation of Magic Net No. 1 and the new furnace in the blacksmith shop (now renamed Cecil Steel Factory) these two days, she came here to burn stones. The good Viscount Miss is so dirty for most of the day. However, the knights and soldiers in the territory were not surprised by this - after all, Miss Viscount also had a similar style all day long. It is common for practicing fireball to smoke herself. Sometimes she even ran to the forest to fight with wolves and get muddy back. Everyone got used to it...

As for those civilians who rarely had the chance to see the nobles in the territory, and now they often contact Hetty and Rebecca, they developed a great feeling of affection and closeness towards this Viscount Miss who always ran around and was busy: Gao Wen was a powerful pillar and backer, but it was too pressured to the civilians. Hetty was smart and kind, but he seemed serious and too harsh. Only Rebecca, a girl who ran around to help, had no airs at all, and treated everyone with a smile, almost everyone would subconsciously ignore her aristocratic identity.

Another important reason is that Rebecca's big fireballs are really good at burning wasteland and blowing stones...

Seeing Rebecca falling into thinking, the civilians who were helping each other dared not disturb him. They did not understand what the Duke ordered to build such a place to burn stones, but the waterwheel ordered by the Duke had already shown its magic, and the planning of the camp was also quite clever. In addition, the smooth progress of the land reclamation work and the existence of the newly recruited druid, everyone was quite convinced by what Gao Wen arranged. Although they could not see the use of burning stones... it was always right to do it.

After thinking hard, Rebecca finally raised her head and came to a conclusion:

It's not suitable for you to think about this.

So she waved her hand: "Please carry these things and take them to my ancestors!"

After a while, Gao Wen saw the pile of indescribable things that were carried to him.

"This is what you burned...'cement'?" He looked at Rebecca in shock. If he hadn't ordered it himself, he would have almost never been able to associate the gray-black lumps with the "cement" he remembered.

"Hey? So is this thing called cement?" Rebecca's eyes widened, "What a strange name."

Gao Wen didn't have time to explain what the meaning behind this noun was. Although he was mentally prepared for frustration, he still felt a subtle sense of frustration at this time. After seeing the "stone" like porous rocks that Rebecca took out from another basket, he completely confirmed the failure.

"This is the product after mixing the finished product with water as you said," Rebecca blinked, "It can indeed condense quickly, and after it condenses, it looks like a stone on the outside, but it is actually loose and crisp..."

Before Rebecca finished speaking, an amber came out of nowhere: "What is loose and crisp? I'll try it!"

Gao Wen pushed the other party back into the shadow, turned his head and sighed at the dark lumps: "It seems that it was a failure."

He repeatedly confirmed Rebecca's operating process and confirmed that there was no problem from the raw materials to the production process. He also learned that Rebecca himself had specially adjusted the proportion of various raw materials, firepower, calcination time and other parameters. He also conducted several cross-tests with four furnaces, and even changed limestone and clay from different textures and origins, but the results were almost the same.

This world once again showed Gawain its specialness and maliciousness.

The nature of the substance does not match. How many well-known local formulas in my memory can be used?

Gao Wen decided that if he had the conditions, he would test everything he knew in his mind and could use simple methods to verify, and while making this decision, he would be mentally prepared to declare all tests failed.

At the same time, Rebecca was still staring at him. The girl who had finally helped everyone but failed seemed to have no idea that there was something wrong with the "recipe" provided by Gao Wen, and subconsciously attributed the problem to herself: "My ancestor... did I disappoint you?"
Chapter completed!