Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"Has our eldest daughter become a messenger?" Ram said jokingly when he saw Elisa running over.

"Ram, watch your words," Winter corrected.

"It's okay, Winter, Ram is like this." Elisa didn't care about the name. "Sir Lind wants you to come over for something."

Alyssa has already integrated herself into the role of Linde's secretary.

The two knights looked at each other, then followed Alisa and walked towards Lind.

"...Yes, my lord. The temperature of the burning firewood is not high enough to melt the iron back into molten iron." When the two knights walked into this temporary blacksmith shop, they heard the conversation between the blacksmith and Lind.

"If the firewood isn't hot enough, will charcoal work?"

"charcoal?"

"It's the product of incomplete combustion of wood. If you don't know what charcoal is, then can a blower work?"

"Blower?"

"This is it, come and have a look."

The two knights looked at each other, both showing helpless expressions.

For all kinds of civilian craftsmen, the last thing they wanted to do was to discuss technical issues with noble lords, because noble lords would often come up with some incredible insights or theories. For example, Count Gast once proposed to his gardener that he hoped to plant a flower in which each petal had a different color.

Any gardener would know that such an outrageous request is impossible, but since the other party is the lord, he could only bite the bullet and do it, and unsurprisingly, it failed.

Wise noble lords knew not to interfere with the work of craftsmen, as this would often only lead to embarrassment for both parties in the end.

When they got closer, the two knights saw the blacksmith listening to Lind's talk, staring blankly at a piece of paper in his hand.

"Sir Lind, I've called the person you want." After approaching, Elisa said to Lind.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work." Linde nodded and patted the blacksmith on the shoulder. The latter looked flattered and walked towards the two knights.

"Sir Lind." The two men saluted Lind. "You're looking for us?"

"Yes, I have something I want to show you." Linde nodded.

"What were you talking to the blacksmith just now?" Ram asked curiously.

"Ah, I want them to make a batch of gun tips as quickly as possible."

"Gun head?"

"It's the head of the spear." Lind gestured. "The materials are the scrap iron we found in Dundalk. If we can't make a sword, we can melt it down and make a spear head, right?"

"This... seems possible." Ram thought about it and felt that it should be feasible.

"For civilians who have not received any training, other weapons are difficult to use. Guns are the best choice." Lind said as he walked. "Besides that, I have some other ideas."

"Wait a minute." Winter frowned. "From what you said, you are planning to mobilize the militia?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Winter thought about it and said nothing.

On the battlefield, the militia is just a group of people who create atmosphere. They are just there to gather numbers and resist damage, and they cannot play a big role.

So what was Sir Lind thinking?

Several people followed Lind to his tent. Lind took out a stack of papers and handed them to the two people.

"This is the war weapon I thought of, take a look." Lind handed the finished drawing to the two knights.

Both of them are professional soldiers, experts in fighting, and have much more experience in warfare than Lind.

Even so, after seeing the drawings drawn by Lind, they were both stunned.

"What is this?" Winter asked thoughtfully, pointing at the drawing in his hand.

"Corner-rejecting fence," Lind explained. "Compared to ordinary fences, it has an additional sharpened wooden stick facing the enemy, so that the enemy cannot rush over easily."

"And this, if placed on the ground, can cause the Chaos Beastman's hoofed feet to sink into it. If the impact is strong enough, it can even cause fractures."

Lin De explained what he had drawn to the two of them as if he was presenting a treasure, and their eyes gradually became excited.

The battles of the Holy Empire were mainly field battles. The existence of the castle made defensive battles much more monotonous than field battles. Although many of the things Lind took out were seen for the first time, after a quick thought, the two understood the functions of these things.

Although it does not play a big role in field battles, if used properly in defensive battles, it will greatly increase the success rate of one's side.

And most importantly, these are made of wood.

"No wonder you need so many people to chop wood." Ram said belatedly.

"Yes, all wood." Linde smiled. "If the enemy uses fire, it will be very troublesome, but our enemies are Chaos Beastmen who only know how to rush around randomly."

"And this." Then, Lind picked up another piece of parchment. "It's too late to make the bow and arrows. As a replacement, I thought of this."

Winter took the parchment in his hand. On it was a picture of a short wooden stick structure. The overall structure was flat with a protruding part at one end.

"A javelin thrower," Lind explained. "It's something used to increase the range of a javelin."

"Barbarian weapons..." Winter muttered.

"Master~The sample you asked for is ready." Coincidentally, Efit came back with a sample.

"Instead of telling you, I'd rather let you see it with your own eyes." Lind said with a smile, took the sample from Efit, and then led a few people to an open area.

After reminding people around him to stay out of the way, Lind demonstrated the power of a javelin on the spot.

Then the two were shocked again.

"So far..." Winter was shocked to see the javelin being thrown an astonishing distance, almost catching up with some crudely made bows and arrows.

"I have ordered the carpenters to speed up production and ensure that everyone has at least one." Linde said proudly.

If possible, Lind also hoped to make a Maxim heavy machine gun, line up in a row, and mow down the Chaos Beastmen rushing over, but it was obviously impossible, so he could only make some simple weapons first.

Relying only on these crude weapons, we should have no problem fighting a small-scale Chaos Beastmen and engaging in a defensive battle.

Then, on the third day after Fran's warning, the first batch of Chaos Beastmen arrived as expected.

Just as the title says, it will be on the shelves tomorrow. It’s been a long time since I last put it on the shelves, and the words feel very unfamiliar to me.

Ever since I finished writing The Brave Man and the Succubus, I have been in a very strange state. I can't write anything. My mind is blank. If I force myself to write, it will break down after a while and I can't even read it. My work has also been affected. My brain feels like it's rusted, and I have even cut several books because of this.

The author's senior said that my brain was empty and I had nothing to write. My colleagues in the hospital said that my marrow was empty. In short, the same advice applies: don't write for now and take a break.

I stopped writing for a long time, and only recently did I feel like I've regained some of my feeling. At least I don't feel like banging my head against a wall while writing, and my brain is working again. There happened to be a writing competition recently, so I published a book to join in the fun.

My own positioning for this book is rehabilitation. I don't seek anything fancy or imaginative, but I just want it to be steady, standard, and successfully completed. I also have a broad view on the results. The subscription results don't matter, I just want it to be successfully completed. As long as it is on the shelves, it must be completed. This is also the bottom line I set for myself.

After I finish this book, I plan to finish the Monster Girls Illustrated Book, but for some reasons, I haven’t decided whether to reset it or continue writing the third book.

Anyway, it will be on the shelves tomorrow after a long absence. That’s all.

Chapter 73: Lind's Attraction to the New Beastman

Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, Linde woke up from his sleep.

Being strangled.

When I opened my eyes, as expected, I found myself being held in Kitama's arms like a pillow again.

Not only Kitama, but the elastic touch behind him told Lind that Katie was behind him.

I was made into a sandwich by this pair of minotaur sisters again.

Due to material limitations, the number of tents is limited. Although there are plans to build houses with wood or even stone in the future, the house construction plan has been temporarily shelved due to the upcoming threat of Chaos Beastmen.

Due to the limited number of tents, several people had to share one tent. Lind lived with sisters Kitama, Katie, and little Schnee.

This was already a preferential treatment, as eight serfs were squeezed into one tent.

They had slept together with the two sisters for a long time when they were on the road, so Linde had no objection. However, Schnee felt dependent on Linde and refused to let Linde out of her sight at night.

But in recent days...

In the past few days, every morning when Lind wakes up, he will be held in the arms of one or both of the sisters, Kitama or Katie, no matter what position he was in before going to bed. Schnee also often lies on Lind like a cat to wake him up.

Linde also asked what happened, but they couldn't explain it. They just became like this while they were half asleep.

Kitama was still sleeping soundly. Lind's face was pressed directly against Kitama's chest. The squeezing force made a milky smell come into Lind's mouth and nose.

Calculating the time, today is time for milking.

He carefully pulled himself out of the bodies of the two cows, wiped the milk stains on his face with the towel on the table, and glanced inside the tent. Schnee was gone. She must have gone hunting, so Linde tiptoed out.

When the door curtain was opened, someone was already waiting for Linde.

"Good morning, Lord God." Fox Lady Fran stood at the door of the tent and had been waiting for a while. "May the Emperor God bless you."

As she spoke, Fran performed the salute of a clergyman of the Divine Emperor Church to Linde in a proper manner.

"...Is this a proper ceremony for you?" Lind asked, looking very upset. "And do you think I am someone who believes in the Emperor?"

"Isn't this dress of mine the dress of a nun of the Divine Emperor Church?" Fran chuckled. "Since I'm wearing the clothes of the Divine Emperor Church, I have to follow the etiquette of the Divine Emperor Church."

A beastman Chaos Shaman who believed in the Chaos Evil God not long ago, has just been transformed into a new beastman shaman by the Mother Goddess of the Earth. She wears the nun's uniform of the God-Emperor Church to give the impression of a sect of the Evil God, and performs the rituals of the God-Emperor Church.

It is blasphemy, so blasphemous that even I, a heretic, feel it is blasphemy.

"Don't do this next time. I'm afraid the old God Emperor won't be able to hold back and will kill you with a bolt of lightning." Lin De said with a smile.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Where are Alisa and Efit?"

"Elisa was helping the blacksmith melt iron yesterday, and her magic power was too much, so she is still sleeping." Fran replied. "As for Efit, tell her to find a way to make wine, and she doesn't need to come for the time being."

"Ah." Lind remembered after being reminded by Fran. "Sorry, I was drowsy this morning and didn't remember it for a while."

Now that he knew the Chaos Beastmen were looking for him, he had to prepare for war in all aspects, including weapons and logistics.

As for weapons, there was no iron ore. Even if there was, it would be impossible for two blacksmiths and a few apprentices to forge many weapons with just a crude earthen furnace. But on the bright side, there were a large number of weapons recovered from the city of Dundalk. Although they had been roasted at high temperatures, they could still be melted down to make gun heads.

Since there was no coal, Linde thought about using charcoal or a blower instead, but neither of the two blacksmiths had the corresponding experience and was limited by time, so Linde could only use a simpler and more brutal method.

On to the magic.

So the daughter of an earl worked as a furnace worker in the blacksmith shop for a whole day. The whole day's magic power consumption almost drained this magic apprentice dry, and she is still sleeping now.

As for Efit, Lind assigned him the task of brewing wine, not for drinking, at least not mainly for drinking. What Lind wanted was to disinfect and use it as a weapon.

75% alcohol can be used to disinfect external wounds. The concentration problem can be solved by distillation, but the premise is that the alcohol must be taken out first. High-concentration alcohol can also burn. Fire has always been a very effective weapon against furry beasts.

"Let me give it a try." Aifit looked hesitant about this task, but he did not refuse and went to think of a solution.

Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, alcohol cannot be relied upon in the short term, at least it will not be needed for the first few waves of beastmen.

Today, neither of the two assistants, Alisa and Efit, would follow Linde. Instead, it was Fran who took their place. The fox lady had nothing to do anyway, so she followed Linde around to look around.

"I'm very curious about you. What kind of person can make the Chaos God so angry?" This is how Fran explained her behavior.

Linde didn't think much about it and let Fran go.

As soon as she turned around, Fran came up behind Lind and smelled his scent.

"What are you doing?" Lind was startled and took a step forward to keep some distance.

"Nothing, just smelling your scent." Fran said calmly. "As expected of the son of the Earth Mother Goddess, you have a very nice scent."

A nice smell? Linde was speechless. He had only taken a shower a few times since he traveled through time. Even when he did, he didn't even have soap. How could it smell good? It was good enough that it didn't go bad.

By the way, the issue of soap should also be put on the agenda.

"I'm not lying to you." Fran emphasized again. "Godson, your body has a very pleasant smell, just like the Mother Earth Goddess, which is very attractive to the new beastmen."

Lind was confused, but this also explained one of Lind's confusions, why Kitama, Katie and Schnee would lean on him unconsciously at night.

While Lind lowered his head in thought, Fran took a step forward and naturally touched Lind's lower back with both hands.

Feeling a pair of delicate hands caressing his waist unscrupulously, Linde looked at Fran so close to him with an expressionless face.

Damn, there's a nympho!

A 90-year-old nymphomaniac who attacked a 12-year-old boy!

"Grandma! What are you doing!" Linde grabbed the other person's hand and shouted angrily.