Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1365 - 386 Reconciliation

Chapter 1365: Chapter 386 Reconciliation

"But what exactly?"

"But that means, the total weight of a magic cannon would be a staggering 31.5 tons, over seven meters long, firing boulders with a diameter of 350 centimeters, each weighing seven to eight hundred pounds! The diameter of the boulders can’t be too small; if they are too much so, or if the boulders aren’t polished smooth enough, they can easily shatter into fragments after leaving the barrel due to the chaotic wind magic power. That’s the only downside! Moreover, because of the heavy self-weight of the magic cannon, the recoil is accordingly increased. A forked base must be cast and fixed in place with giant rivets." Master Aymar stated solemnly.

"Good heavens above! A catapult has to be this huge and be anchored in place? Won’t this mean the catapult can only hit a fixed target? Would any enemy be so foolish as to just stand in one spot and wait for us to open fire?" Liu was stunned.

"It’s with reluctance that I do this! Because it’s utterly impossible to downsize the magic cannon even further! With the alchemy skills of the Feilengcui, we can only create a micro-engraved formation that is ten times larger than the standard on the hammer. Not to deceive you, even if the Pompeii Empire wanted to produce a magic catapult, just with the apprentices in my alchemy lab, it would be at least five times larger than the standard to be feasible!" Master Aymar said, poking his nose with pride: "As for casting a standard magic cannon, I reckon I’m the only one in the entire continent with such fine micro-engraving skills!"

"In that case, I might as well just make a regular catapult!" Liu was furious: "This magic cannon is a joke! Master, are you trying to make fun of me? What use do I have for such a magic cannon?"

"Richard!" Master Aymar’s expression showed pity, seemingly frustrated by Liu’s grasping-at-straws behavior: "I must say, it’s a waste of the Difeng Giant’s excellent blacksmith talents to have them serve under you!"

Liu took a sneaky sip of wine and played dumb with a chuckle.

"This is the revised design sketch I drew up for you." The King of Alchemy pushed the design drawings on the table to Liu: "You have the Goblin’s ’Airborne Spiral Parachute’ disassembly blueprint, and the rotation of the Goblin Spiral Parachute relies on a continuously rotating horizontal roller guided by gears and rails. When fabricating the base of the magic cannon, we can use the geared rollers between the bottom of the cannon and the pedestal; the Difeng Giants have made this mechanism before and are very familiar with it. What we need is just to scale it up accordingly. Although lacking other parts of the parachute, it won’t have the function of counteracting gravity, but we only need the magic cannon to be able to rotate at multiple angles, which is absolutely no problem!"

"What about the range? With such a large turret, is there a possibility of increasing or decreasing the range?" Liu asked anxiously.

"In theory, the range should not change and should still be between one thousand and five hundred to two thousand yards! To increase the range theoretically is not impossible either; as long as you reduce the weight of the boulder with the diameter unchanged, it is entirely feasible." Master Aymar chuckled: "Pick a name! Since all the technological foundations of this magic catapult are from Feilengcui, the naming rights should belong to you, Overlord!"

"Let’s call it... the Babylonian Giant Cannon!" Liu originally wanted to call it the Richard Giant Cannon, but then he thought the name was too arrogant and explicit, so he decided against it. Anyway, there would be two Sky Gardens in the future, so it’s fitting to name it as such.

"That’s quite a majestic name." The King of Alchemy grinned mischievously: "I originally thought you’d name this giant cannon after yourself!"

The previously silent Buddha Giant chieftain laughed with a twitch at the side, and Liu laughed as well.

"With massive boulders and rolling force, the Babylonian Giant Cannon will be enough to give any enemy a tremendous shock!" Master Aymar continued: "Richard, I have another proposal! Your alchemy forces are weak; it almost takes a month and a half to complete a single giant cannon hammer’s wind system micro-engraved formation, but my alchemy lab can do it in about twenty days! How about this, I give you a finished hammer in exchange for the base of the cannon barrel. I give you one hammer, you give me a complete cannon base except for the hammer. I don’t need you to provide the magic crystal at the end of the cannon, just the magical metal for making the hammers, how about that?"

Liu gave the King of Alchemy a sideways glance, thinking to himself, Dammit, what kind of person is this, casually offering to exchange a fist-sized hammer for a thirty-ton cannon base? Really think technology is the primary productive force?

"Why are you silent, Richard?" Master Aymar kept chuckling: "The Demon Clan won’t be able to invade Pompeii, but Feilengcui is different; you need to consider carefully!"

"For business matters, please discuss with the elder Deseli!" Liu seized the moment and pushed forward the eloquent Buddha Giant chieftain. Although he was a zero in combat, he could talk the dead into turning millstones and was perfect for trade negotiations.

"Elder Deseli, what do you think? This benefits us all!" Master Aymar turned his gaze to the Buddha Giant, who had been silently contemplating; the Alchemy King thought this man seemed very steady, and steady people often are easy to talk to but perhaps also mean more trouble.

"I personally think this deal is very worthwhile." The Buddha Giant chieftain agreed on the spot, surprising Liu whose face color shifted.

"But..." Another remark from Chieftain Deseli eased Liu’s facial expression, turning the Alchemy King to roll his eyes: "As for the gear-driven rollers and rails, please ask the Pompeii Alchemists to make them. From what I’ve learned in this period, any Goblin-crafted item is very precise and troublesome. The Difeng Blacksmiths in Feilengcui are now part of the management of both the East and West Factories, and it seems they also have to fulfill tasks for Gao Cen, so it’s difficult to spare labor."

"If the making of gear-driven rollers wasn’t troublesome, I wouldn’t have asked Feilengcui for help." Master Aymar finally realized that this Buddha Giant indeed wasn’t a pushover.

The Overlord crossed his arms with a trace of a smile, quite pleased with himself.

"Is that so?" Deseli opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said, "Then let’s exchange five hammers for one complete cannon body. On behalf of my tribe’s representative, Rudd, I agree to your difficult proposition!"

"Two hammers max to trade for one statue, or there’s no deal!" Master Aymar was enraged, feeling that this exchange rate was an insult to alchemists.

"Four hammers! I really can’t go lower than that!" The Difeng Giant chieftain shook his head forcefully: "I’m telling the truth!"

"Two at most!" Master Aymar was very adamant.

"How about two and a half?" The Deseli chieftain squinted his eyes, observed Master Aymar for a long time, and only then spoke.

"Two and a half? How do you make half a hammer?" Master Aymar was bewildered.

"Isn’t that easy?" The Difeng Giant burst out in hearty laughter: "We give you two cannon bodies, and you give five hammers to the Birdman, wouldn’t that settle it?"

"Now I really know what kind of people you Birdmen are!" Master Aymar gritted his teeth for a while, then shook his head: "Alright, it’s a deal!"

Watching the King of Alchemy curse and leave, the Overlord and the Difeng Giant chieftain exchanged a knowing smile and hi-fived each other with a "thud" of a giant sound. The power of the Vajra Subduing Demons and the dragon force was truly not a joke; the Deseli chieftain was slapped away.

The Deseli chieftain stood up covered in dust, and ran away without looking back.

Old Liu was stunned for a long while and suddenly realized that there wasn’t even a ghost’s shadow around him, the large Overlord’s hall was empty, leaving only himself, lonely like a hanging ghost. He picked up a wine jug and poured for a long time, but only a few drops trickled down, not even enough to drown an infant ant.

Plenty of food remained though, the steamed minced fish looked like the clumsy natives of the Taklamago Desert; the pan-fried silver codfish was like the Ymir Minotaur of the Salino Swamp, hard as a fossil; the orange juice silver shrimps were like the trees of the Southern Cross Star Forest, awkward and intrusive. Except for the salt and pepper being bland and tasteless, all the other dishes were overly salty, as if the chef had just become the overlord of the salty alkali lands of Florando and took up a side job as the governor of the Seia Empire’s seawater, completely catering to the Overlord’s taste.

Liu Zhenhan angrily threw down his knife and fork, was about to wipe his mouth with a napkin, and then found that the napkin was as white as a shroud, provoking the furious Overlord to action. He grabbed two wine jugs, flipped over the entire table, kicked a chair to pieces, and the crashing sound was like a symphonic gala. Just as he was about to swing the wine jugs toward the center hall’s "Spring Sleep under the Crabapple Tree" painting, a sprightly figure quietly slipped out from the door.

Liu Zhenhan panted heavily and froze.

Tear drops, glistening, hung on Ning Yu’s cheeks, two lines.

In Ning Yu’s hands, she held a white feathered large banner, one piece.

Without a word, the young couple reconciled.

"I suddenly feel like composing a poem," Liu Zhenhan said, lying in bed, immensely pleased with himself.

"You say, I’ll listen," Ning Yu curled up slightly, bringing her snow-white shoulders back under the fur blanket.

"Three feet from heaven..."

"Don’t you dare continue!" That opening immediately reminded Ning Yu of Richard’s recent work "Three Feet from the Ground."

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I said yesterday was my cousin’s warming bed ceremony, and today he’s married. I wonder if you’ll believe me?

Damn~~ it’s true~