The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 49 Family Banquet
Clarence sent Feng Yu out of the tent with a look of longing on his face, but he only took a few steps when he suddenly remembered that he was so engrossed in his talk that he forgot to talk about the important matter!

Feng Yu didn't go back either. Clarence was having a great time because of what he had tricked him into doing. He didn't want to go back and interrupt his sweet dream. The relationship had already been established, so it wouldn't be too late to talk about it next time.

As soon as Feng Yu returned to the tent, he saw Nicole standing at the door of his tent.

He walked forward and held Nicole's hand: "Wait for me, it's just right, to celebrate Teacher Feng's first class, I'm going to show you my skills today. I told you I'd make you a delicious meal when the salt is ready, but I forgot about it these past two days because I was so busy."

Nicole blushed, but she didn't pull her hand back, letting Feng Yu hold it. "Grandpa seems to be worried, he has been sitting in the tent in a daze for a while, and he ignored me when I talked to him."

It seems that the old man was greatly upset.

"Then let me make dinner first, and you can call Grandpa over, so we can eat together and let him have a taste of the cooking skills from beyond the stars."

Dick had already built the stove for Feng Yu. Ever since he became brothers with Dick and Alan, especially when the first batch of salt was made, Feng Yu said he wanted to start cooking, and he has never lacked ingredients. Alan would arrange for someone to deliver some ingredients to Feng Yu every day, but Feng Yu just didn't have the time to do it.

In order to make the secret recipe, Feng Yu had a lot of sweet potatoes. He washed the fragrant rice that Alan gave him, put it in a ceramic jar, and steamed a jar of alien version of rice. After the meal, he fried some sweet potato chips, then some alien version of stir-fried pork, made some cold sweet potato shreds, and made a big bowl of fish soup.

Three dishes and one soup were enough. Smelling the aroma of rice and stir-fried food, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel hungry.

Nicole just happened to pull Anthony in at this time. Feng Yu quickly asked the old man to sit down like a servile person and served rice to the old man and Nicole.

"Try it. This is how we eat there. Nicole, you can try it too."

Feng Yu picked up some cold shredded potatoes and started eating without paying any attention to the melancholy old elf. He seldom paid attention to table etiquette and always ate the delicious food first. This was a habit he had developed from snatching food since he was a child.

Chinese cuisine is all about color, aroma, taste, and flavor. Chinese food has conquered the taste buds of most people on the planet, and it is no slouch in this alien world. The girl ate with a smile on her face and kept saying it was good.

Anthony also started eating and temporarily put his emotions under control.

Feng Yu gulped down two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of soup before wiping his mouth contentedly. He finished this dinner which best suited his eating habits since arriving in the other world.

Nicole also finished eating. She wiped her greasy mouth and said, "Alan is so good to you. He even gave you so much fragrant snow rice. This is the first time I have eaten such delicious food. The staple food is actually made of fragrant snow rice. It's really luxurious!"

Feng Yu was confused: "Is this thing very precious?"

"This is the seed of cattail, which is used by human nobles to make rice porridge. The yield is very small and it is only found in the shallow stalls on the river bank. It can only be cultivated on a small scale by the green river in the fertile plain. The cattails here are all wild and there are only some at the river mouth. Do you think they are precious or not?

This stuff is usually accumulated and used to exchange for salt from the goblins...

No wonder! "

Nicole understood that she had to rely on Feng Yu for salt now, so it was no big deal to give the Xiangxue rice to Feng Yu.

Feng Yu scratched his head and felt that buddy Allen was really very considerate.

"Old man, you seem to be worried?"

Anthony rolled his eyes at Feng Yu.

"Don't worry. I plan to ask Magister Clarence to help me improve the goblin gunpowder. If I succeed, I can make a weapon that is at least three times more powerful than the dwarven musket."

Feng Yu gave the old man some peace of mind, so that he wouldn't have to worry all day about the danger the salt fields might bring to the camp.

"Is there still room for improvement in the dwarven muskets?"

"That's just primitive stuff. It's been out of use in our world for a hundred or two hundred years. There's a lot of room for improvement."

"Then why don't you help the dwarves improve?"

"The basis of a musket is gunpowder. Changing the structure is useless."

Old man Anthony looked at Feng Yu and said, "Dwarves have more powerful dwarven gunpowder. Didn't Dick tell you?"

Feng Yu shook his head blankly: "I didn't say that. If I had, I would have done it a long time ago!"

"The dwarves call that thing Earth's Fury. They use it to blow up mines and mine ore. It has been around for a long time, but it can't be used on dwarven muskets. I heard that it would blow up the musket."

Feng Yu nodded and said, "No wonder, that thing can't be used as gunpowder for muskets, but it can be made into other weapons with greater power. I'll talk to Dick about this later.

In fact, the dwarves have confused the difference between gunpowder and explosives. The stuff you mentioned that they use to split mountains and rocks is called explosives in our place. Their power comes from super-high-speed explosions, which is similar to the destructive principle of Pyroblast.

Gunpowder is different. When gunpowder burns, it produces a lot of gas quickly, just like I blow away the dust, blowing the bullet out of the barrel.

The explosives explode too quickly. Before the bullet even leaves the room, the gun itself will be destroyed by the force of the explosion. That won’t work.”

Anthony became interested after hearing what Feng Yu said. He asked, "What kind of gunpowder is needed to make the weapon you mentioned?"

"It's at least three times as powerful as today's gunpowder!"

"So how powerful is this weapon?"

Feng Yu chuckled and said, "I remember Nicole told me that magic at the mage level can only reach a maximum range of one thousand meters, which is two miles away. As a great mage, your magic range has doubled to two thousand meters, which is four miles away. As for the mage saint, we will not consider him."

Old man Anthony waved his hand and said, "That is the range that only certain single-target instructor-level magic like Ice Lance and Wood Lance can achieve. Some group attack magic can also do that, but at least half of ordinary magic cannot reach this range. After all, spells are also consumed while flying."

Feng Yu said, "That doesn't matter. What I want to say is, if a musket can produce accurate physical damage at least three times greater than the current dwarf musket at the same 2,000-meter range as the mage, what do you think of that weapon?"

Anthony thought for a moment and said, "It can interfere with the magician's spellcasting, but they all have magic shields, and there are warriors around them holding shields to protect them, so it won't have much effect."

Feng Yu said, "What if there is a way to prevent the magician from standing on the ground, and the projectile is engraved with a magic array?"

(End of this chapter)