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"The specific usage and performance parameters are written on another piece of paper. I hope it can help you."

"You don't need to worry about the camp's affairs, nor the diplomatic issues with Batoran. I will take care of any consequences. Just go ahead and do it! I'm waiting for the good news of your triumphant return!"

"Love you, Illufa Ainzi, the new Countess of Dundalk."

After reading the letter, the smile on Linde's face became more and more uncontrollable. For some reason, from this letter, Linde could see a sense of competition between mother and daughter. Being surpassed by her daughter in the design of the gun seemed to make the former Holy Maiden of the God of Magic a little dissatisfied.

The daughter is not yet an adult and the mother is not old either. Although she resigned from the position of the Holy Maiden of Magic after getting married, it is normal for the mother to be angry about losing to her daughter who does not even have the qualifications to be a formal magician.

"Linde, you are smiling happily." When Linde was reading the letter, the beastmen around him looked confused. Kitama, who was standing behind Linde, could see the contents of the letter because of her height advantage, but she was illiterate. "What does it say?"

"Do you want to learn to read?" Lind turned his head to look at the beastmen who were gathered behind him and poking their heads out.

"Then I will teach you later." After receiving uniform nods in response, Linde smiled.

The only one who could understand among the beastmen present was Fran. After she read the letter, her eyes became complicated. They were all women, and they were all older women. Fran saw some special meaning in the letter.

"My lord, what important things are written in the letter? What is this new weapon and how to use it?" Ranna was also illiterate. At the same time, due to height restrictions, she could not read the letter like the beastmen who were standing behind Linde and watching aggressively. But Ranna was also concerned about the content of the letter, so she took the initiative to ask.

Chapter 429: Semi-finished Wind and Fire Cannon

When Lind was reading the letter, a group of beastmen consciously surrounded Lind and read it together.

Lind was only thirteen years old, but by using the power of the Blood God for free, he was now about fifteen or sixteen years old. Although his height had increased rapidly, he still looked like a weak little boy in front of the beastmen who were generally more than two meters tall.

Behind him stood a group of two-meter-tall, strong female beastmen sisters. Lind's composition could be called a world-famous painting, with the little boy on the sofa and the five big sisters.

The beastmen came over to watch together not because they wanted to, but out of curiosity. Compared with humans, the literacy rate of beastmen was even more touching. Now, except for Fran, there was no one around who could read.

Illiteracy may not be a big deal in other places, but it is not an option for Linde. If you want to carry out a technological revolution, a large workforce with a certain level of knowledge is a hard condition.

When it comes to improving the literacy rate, humans are better off. Although the number is small, there are still literate people among the civilians. Through simple policies, only literate people can serve as team leaders and grassroots officials. This has subtly increased the enthusiasm of some humans to learn literacy. However, the same cannot be said for the beastmen. At least so far, Lind has not thought of a good way to stimulate the beastmen's enthusiasm for learning literacy.

But now, at least the beastmen around Linde have developed some interest in learning to read. Not for anything else, but because of the smile on Linde's face when he read the letter, they don't know why Linde is smiling.

The beastmen around Linde all nodded in agreement with Linde's suggestion to teach him how to read. He should start with those around him and gradually change the overly simple folk customs of the beastmen.

Besides the Beast Man, there was also Ranna who needed to be taught to read and write. This village girl was also illiterate.

Education and literacy cannot be completed in a rush, it takes time, so now Linde can only read to Ranna word by word. Ranna needs to know the specific usage and power of the wind and fire cannon made by Mrs. Ilufa.

"The shells are made up of two parts, one is the square-level fire magic explosion, and the other is the triangle-level wind magic explosion. The way to use it is to first insert the base of the wind magic into the bottom of the barrel, and then put the spherical shell in."

"Before putting the round shell in, you need to press the trigger part, and then there will be a fifteen-second delay in the explosion. After placing the base and shell, press the button at the end of the barrel hard to trigger the explosion technique, and the storm will shoot the shell out."

"We have conducted three experiments. The farthest one was 500 meters. After 15 seconds, the explosion will be triggered and an explosion will occur."

"That's about it." The instructions attached to the letter were read to everyone including Ranna. After listening, everyone fell into deep thought.

"Does it have to be launched within fifteen seconds?" Ran Na muttered to herself. "The launch process is a bit complicated..."

"This seems a bit like the explosive bomb used when fighting Marat." Katie said, scratching her head.

Indeed, without Katie's words, Lind realized that the principle of this shell was the same as that of the little boy and fat man used when fighting against Marat.

Both use quartz and other materials to create the magic delayed activation effect, and both are activated after pressing the trigger. The difference is that the original ones are thrown off a cliff, while this one is pushed out with exploding gas.

"This is indeed similar to the one we used when we fought horse-drawn horses, but it's a lot smaller." Lind weighed the shells. Compared with the large explosive shells that required the concerted efforts of more than a dozen sheep to drag up, this one was much lighter.

How powerful is that?

"How powerful is this thing?" Just as Linde was thinking about this question, Ranna asked.

"I'm not too sure about this, but it should be less powerful than the previous one." Linde scratched his head.

"Before?"

"Before you came, we used something similar when we were having a heated exchange with the Chaos Beastmen in the north of the island, but that one was much bigger than this one." Lind explained briefly.

Ranna nodded, not quite understanding. She had not participated in the previous beastman civil war, so naturally she didn't know what was used at that time. She stared at the red ball in Linde's hand, her face as if thinking.

"Is the usage of this thing somewhat similar to that of a catapult?" Ran Na said after thinking for a while.

"It is indeed somewhat similar, but completely different." Lind explained. "This thing can be fired horizontally, and can be loaded with different ammunition according to different needs. Moreover, this thing has a longer range than a trebuchet, and is much lighter than a trebuchet, so it can be transported at any time."

Linde listed the advantages of artillery, or magic artillery, one by one, and Ranna listened to them one by one, thinking seriously about how to integrate them into the next battle.

Although she hadn't actually used it yet, for some reason, Ranna felt an inexplicable sense of excitement when looking at this new weapon that she had never seen before.

It was as if the thing I had been waiting for finally appeared.

When explaining the advantages of the magic cannon to Ranna, Linde was also a little confused. In the letter, Lady Ilufa also said that this magic cannon was only tested three times before it was sent over, and the usage data was seriously insufficient. Then Linus estimated that the service life was 60 times, which was much less than the cannon in the world before the crossing.

Moreover, unlike the Elisa rifle which fires magic rays instead of live ammunition, the Ilufa wind and fire cannon fires live ammunition. Since it is live ammunition, there is a risk of the barrel exploding.

If the barrel explodes and the shells inside that have already triggered the countdown fall out, it will definitely not just be a matter of exploding one or two friendly forces.

This is a semi-finished product, Lind evaluated this wind and fire cannon in his heart.

Maybe it was to compete with her daughter. This wind and fire cannon has obvious use defects. Mrs. Ilufa was impatient. Linde wanted to laugh. Madam, why are you competing with your daughter?

After a slight hesitation, Lind still pointed out the shortcomings that he had thought of, especially the problem of barrel bursting, which he emphasized repeatedly several times.

"You haven't even used it yet, but you can already think of so many shortcomings..." After listening to Linde's analysis, Ranna looked at Linde in amazement. "What's wrong with your brain..."

"Ah?" Linde was stunned by the rude words that Ranna blurted out.

"Sorry." After realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Ran Na immediately bowed her head and admitted her mistake, while changing the subject. "In that case, we must be very careful when using it. Also, since there are not many shells, the explosion technique will make a lot of noise, so we can't just test it casually."

"Then let's test it in actual combat." Linde smiled. "Let the knights know that times have changed, sir."

Chapter 430: God strikes again at night

In addition to the twelve Elisa-style rifles that had already been made, Ilfa also asked Fenrir to bring a wind-fire cannon, which was designed and made by Ilfa according to the cannon that Lind casually mentioned.

The lady's original intention may be good, but after learning the specific situation of this small-caliber artillery, Lind concluded that it was a semi-finished product and was not mature yet.

The shells used were directly a smaller version of the explosive shells used when fighting against Marat. Before firing, the trigger of the shell had to be pressed, and then it was fired within fifteen seconds. In this process, any step that went wrong would cause casualties to our own personnel, and this was without considering the possibility of a barrel explosion.

Lind didn't believe that Mrs. Ilufa hadn't thought of these shortcomings, but she still sent it over and named it after herself. Lind felt the emotion of willfulness from Mrs. Ilufa's behavior.

Auntie, you are almost thirty years old. Can you please stop doing such petty things? You are competing with your own daughter. Is that appropriate?

Let the mother and daughter fight, after all, this is the private affairs of the family, and I am an outsider and have no right to interfere in other people's family affairs. As for how to use this wind and fire cannon with obvious shortcomings, I also need to think about it carefully.

The power is not intuitive just by words, not to mention that the letter was originally described in a very abstract way. Linde had seen the power of the explosion technique more than once, but Ranna had not seen it. Even if Linde explained it until his tongue was tied, there was no way to make Ranna understand the power of the explosion technique.

The best way to demonstrate the power, of course, is to fire one on the spot and let Ran Na see the power of the shot, but on the one hand, the number of shells is limited, only six, and on the other hand, the explosion technique makes a lot of noise, which is likely to attract the enemy. Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, it was decided to conduct the experiment directly in actual combat.

It just so happened that Ji Yang IX's team had been divided into two parts, acting in two directions, and under Ranna's flawless micro-management, they didn't get any advantage at all, and their combat effectiveness must have dropped significantly.

It's time for the decisive battle.

The decision to prepare for a decisive battle was approved by everyone present. Many beastmen were aggressive, and many of them felt uncomfortable because they were just walking their dogs around instead of fighting head-on. After the order to prepare for a decisive battle was issued, all the beastmen cheered, rubbed their hands, brushed their teeth and washed their faces, and prepared to fight the enemy to the death, regardless of whether they had a grudge against their clan or not.

Originally, Lind was planning to hand over all of the twelve newly acquired Elisa rifles to the Pig Beast Guards headed by Faith, just as he had done before. However, Ranna took the initiative to suggest that Lind hand over half of the rifles to the Wolf Pack headed by Fenrir.

"This rifle is incredibly powerful and has a very fast firing rate, so it can be used for pursuit." Ran Na gave her reasons. "Our goal is to completely wipe out one of the teams in one go, without sparing any of them, and without letting the other team know of our existence. If someone escapes on horseback, none of us will be able to catch up. The only way is to have the wolf beasts intercept them with rifles."

Ranna's opinion made sense, and Linde agreed, so half of the Elisa rifles were distributed to Fenrir's Wolf Group for pursuit when necessary.

As for the Ilufa wind and fire cannon, due to too many uncertainties, Lind and Ranna simply pretended it did not exist and ignored it while formulating the battle plan. Then, after the battle plan was formulated, they thought about where to place the wind and fire cannon.

Linde and Ranna studied the location of the decisive battle on the sand table. Based on the enemy's position and the surrounding terrain, they studied for a long time where to fight. Finally, at noon, they determined the location of the final battle.

It was a natural trail sandwiched between two woods, perfect for a pincer attack.

As for which one to attack first, Lind thought about it and decided to attack the team led by one of the Holy Grail Knights when Guiyang IX was not there.

"Let's do it here." After confirming the final battle location and the preliminary battle plan, Lind gave the order to move to another location. "Pass the order down, we will move immediately and change the location."

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That night, after eating beef joy, Lind went to bed.

Some time ago, every time he fell asleep, Lind could hear some noisy noises. Later, Lind realized that these were the evil gods and their followers, the demons, gossiping with each other. Anyone targeted by the evil gods would be harassed by the demons' whispers and eventually lose themselves.

Will he lose himself? Linde was skeptical, because to him, it was just noise, something that affected his sleep quality. Being tempted by such whispers and lost himself was really a question mark for Linde.

Later, this sound gradually disappeared, perhaps because it had no effect on Linde, or perhaps Linde would subconsciously reject the influence of the evil god even when sleeping. In short, the evil god demon's tongue disappeared. Anyway, it was a waste of time, and it had no effect except affecting Linde's sleep quality.

But today, the long-lost harassment came again.

And it was the kind of harassment that pulled people into other worlds.

Suddenly, Linde felt something solid under his feet. He was standing on a patch of green grass. There was still the smell of cows in his mouth, proving that he had not fallen asleep for long.

The green grass underfoot seemed to indicate that this was the realm of the Mother Earth, but what appeared before him was not the towering tree trunk of the Mother Earth, nor her broad-minded and tolerant incarnation, but a large lake.

Linde has been to two similar places in his dreams, the Desire World of the Evil God and the Library of the Trickster God. Whose territory is this?

Linde sneered, and began to move his hands and feet, clenching his fists until they made a clacking sound. Before crossing over, what Linde hated most was being woken up from a good sleep, because he was often woken up from his sleep when on night shift. Linde made up his mind that no matter who showed up later, he would punch him first.

Under Linde's sight, the calm lake surface began to shake, and a figure emerged from the lake.

The figure in front of him had brilliant golden hair that reached down to her waist. Although she had just come out of the water, she was not stained with a single drop of water. She had a beautiful face, and was wearing a white robe with gold thread, a crown with laurel leaves on her head, and her bare feet stepped on the lake as if they were walking on flat ground.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I am..."

"Lady of the Lake, right?" Linde interrupted and sneered. "What's your real name?"

Chapter 431 Your Real Name

A beautiful woman in front of him emerged from the lake, her body not wet at all. She was wearing a white dress with gold thread, a laurel leaf crown on her head, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful face. Her bare feet were like works of art. She stood on the water, looking at Linde with her beautiful eyebrows frowned.

To be honest, Lind's behavior of interrupting her was not polite at all.

The same behavior will have different effects when performed by different people, just like dressing up. Beautiful people can be labeled as housekeepers even if they are wearing cleaning clothes, while ugly people may not look good even if they are retouched to the point of bending their posture. When frowning is performed by this beautiful woman, any normal man will feel a little guilty.

But Lind didn't, because Lind's state of mind at this moment was as calm as that of a great sage.

"Interrupting a lady is not what a knight should do, son of Kongnan." The blonde beauty frowned and said to Linde unhappily.

"I'm not a knight, so I don't need to abide by the knight's rules. Thank you." Lind said with his arms folded across his chest.

"You are not one now, but you will be one in the future." The blonde beauty continued. "Don't forget your identity as a knight's squire."

"I would have forgotten it if you hadn't reminded me." Linde said with a playful smile. "Thanks for reminding me. I forgot that I have the title of Knight's Squire. I will destroy it later."

Linde's completely uncooperative attitude made the blonde very angry. Ever since she appeared as the goddess of the lake in front of Karl I, the founding monarch of Batorland, no one had ever dared to talk to her like this! Never!

As a goddess with countless dogs licking her, the blonde beauty really wanted to turn around and leave. She felt uncomfortable even looking at Linde for one more second, but when she thought that she came here for a purpose, she held back.

"I forgive your rudeness." The blonde adjusted her mood, put her hands on her waist, and put on a saintly look. "I know you lost your mother at a young age, and were falsely accused of killing your father. You were exiled here alone. I know you have resentment in your heart."

"Oh." Linde said expressionlessly.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am the Lady of the Lake, the patron saint of Batoran, the blessed god of the knights, the water..."

"Okay, stop talking about this long title." Linde interrupted the other party again. "Answer my question first, what is your real name?"

"I've interrupted you twice," the self-proclaimed Lady of the Lake said angrily. "If there's a third time..."

"What if there's a third time? You'll kill me with a bolt of lightning!" Linde said. "I'll ask you again, what's your real name? If you don't tell me, I'll leave. I have something to do at home, so I'm going to sleep first."

Linde's attitude completely angered the goddess of the lake. Every time she appeared in front of humans before, she was always very respectful and humble, crawling on the ground, and even wanted to kiss her feet. But Linde's attitude of chasing away flies and being indifferent made the goddess, who was used to being licked, extremely angry.

The lake water beneath his feet became agitated with the goddess' anger, forming a violent whirlpool that seemed to drag Lind in.

Linde still looked indifferent and looked at the goddess of the lake with a playful expression.

"...Why are you so resistant to communicating with me?" Controlling her emotions again, the Lady of the Lake told herself that she would endure it once more. If the other party offended her once more, she would immediately end the conversation. "I don't think I have offended you in any way, have I?"

"You don't have any, but your knights do." Linde sneered. "Your knights slaughtered my... No, they slaughtered the people of the Earth Mother Goddess. They called me the Son of God and asked me for help. Of course, they provoked me."

"That's why I came to you." The Lady of the Lake took the opportunity to say, "Those knights were deceived."

"Someone is impersonating me and misleading my loyal knights." said the Lady of the Lake.

Linde did not respond immediately, but looked at the beautiful face of the goddess of the lake with a scrutinizing look. That face was very beautiful, absolutely beautiful, with flawless white skin that seemed to be able to squeeze water out, and delicate facial features that seemed to have been carefully carved. It was really perfect and could not be moved at all. It was comparable to the photos I had seen in the group before I traveled through time.

Very beautiful, but not real. My sharp eyes, trained by all kinds of photo fraud, can immediately see the unnaturalness on the other person's face.

Being stared at for such a long time was already an offense, but the Lady of the Lake endured it. However, after a while, the Lady of the Lake suddenly felt uneasy.

There's a feeling of being seen through.

In addition to the training gained from various photo-cheating techniques, the knowledge of plastic surgery in the previous life also played a role. Although plastic surgery was not Lind's specialty and was very far away, after traveling through time, many of the knowledge of other specialties that were originally sparse became clearer.

The easiest way to tell if someone has had plastic surgery is to look at the surgical marks, but the marks can be covered up, and some plastic surgeons with good skills can even leave no marks at all. The easiest way to tell if someone has had plastic surgery is to look at the changes in facial features when making expressions.