"Ruggiero, something very interesting happened to me here."

Heller looked serious and kept playing with his wine glass in his hand.

"Yesterday I felt a bit like that wine, but today I can actually drink it."

Heller's eyes were fixed on Roger, who came to report in the morning.

"My intuition tells me that this matter has something to do with you. Can you give me an explanation?"

Roger said frankly: "Wine? The wine is very good, no problem. We all drank it last night, no problem."

"Nothing more special, less pleasant tasting?"

"Not at all. That's the wine you gave me, my lord. How could there be something wrong with it? How could you, my lord, give the wine with something wrong to it to your loyal servant?"

Heller's lips were tightly closed, and his face looked as if he had eaten a fly.

Roger added: "Perhaps your posture was wrong at that time, sir. You know, wine..."

"Get out, get out, get out!"

Heller roared angrily, and Roger left the room in embarrassment, with a frightened look on his face, but happy inside.

"Dulles," Roger returned to the shack and found his friend, "come with me somewhere."

"Where to go?" Dulles stood up and prepared to go.

"Go to the cesspit."

Dulles paused.

"Come on, come with me to the cesspool. Let's go together."

"Well, I don't feel it yet."

"Come with me, hurry up."

"You, do you want me to look at you...I, although I am a Greek, but..."

"Let's go, don't wait any longer. If you're a friend, go with me."

"Well, your criteria for choosing friends are a bit unique...well, since you insist..."

Together, Roger and Dulles nimbly avoided the filthy guards falling from the stone wall, carefully choosing where to step, and they arrived at their destination.

Roger's nose was filled with a foul stench. He originally thought that he had become accustomed to the smell of rotten eggs here and would no longer feel the stink.

Unexpectedly, just like his tongue can distinguish between spicy and spicy food, his nose also taught him a lesson.

Roger squatted down to dig the soil. He endured his nausea and dug out a lump from the wall of the manure pit.

He twisted it open with his fingers and found what he wanted, floating soil dyed yellow and some crystals that were purple-red by the sun.

Dulles: "This is not pure enough. It needs to be washed and boiled."

Roger looked at Dulles in surprise: "You know?"

"It's not a secret. It's just saltpeter. In any big town, leather tanners will know about it."

Dulles teased: "I thought you were here for something, but it turned out you were looking for this. But what's the use of this thing?"

Dulles waved his hand towards the valley: "If you want to make leather armor, you must first have leather. There are not even rabbits in this place. How about I ask everyone to help you catch some mice and sew you a piece of mouse leather armor?"

hehe."

Roger threw away the saltpeter and stood up. He looked at the sulfur mine that was barren of grass.

He thought about sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal. Unexpectedly, charcoal, which should be the easiest to obtain, was actually the most difficult to obtain here.

He looked at the shack. It was made of wood. But the guards would definitely notice such a big move like demolishing the shack. When the time came, Heller asked him, how could he explain it?

Lord Heller, I'm going to use a bomb to blow you up into the sky.

Roger thought, and habitually touched his nose to hide his embarrassment.

Then he suddenly realized. He looked at his hands with disgust. He wiped his nose with his arm. He felt it was useless. His face looked depressed as if he was constipated.

Roger could only divert his attention from thinking about what was on his nose.

He took out the stone he carried with him. The stone looked ordinary, with some sulfur stuck to it.

Roger thought, last night he was like a magician, saying: "There must be light..."

Then he saw a ball of light coming from the entrance of the shack. He was so frightened that he was like Mr. Ye who saw a real dragon and almost had diarrhea.

He thought about the former diehard who was crying and shouting to donate the treasure he found and to regret his disrespect to Jesus.

Roger looked at the fluorite in his hand. This stone is not uncommon in modern times and is often found in volcanic areas.

But it is really eye-catching in this era. Luminous pearls, luminous cups and the like are actually carved from this kind of stone.

He already had an idea in mind. He thought that the charcoal would have to be exchanged for this stone.

Early the next morning.

"Master Heller, I am so happy!"

"I'm so happy, that's a whole bottle of wine..."

Roger could see that Heller had not yet recovered from the heartache of losing a bottle of wine.

"Sir, I have come to offer you a treasure!"

"What treasure can be as good as my wine?"

"Look, my lord!"

"Ruggiero, you can't go too far. You know I'm in a bad mood, but you still pick up a broken stone..."

"Sir, this is not a broken stone..."

"Come here, drag him out to me..."

"It will glow!"

Roger's hand holding the stone trembled, and he said excitedly: "This stone will shine!"

"As ordered." Two guards came in, pinched Roger on both sides, and dragged him out.

"Wait a minute." Heller seemed to have just recovered, "What did you say? You go out first."

The guard saluted and went out.

"Sir, this stone will shine. Look, look at it like this. Cover your head and look at it."

"Don't do anything, I'll do it myself. There's really light! Where did this come from?"

"A slave drank too much at night. He saw a light on the ground and picked it up." Roger made it up casually.

"You made a profit! Haha, a bottle of wine was exchanged for a piece of luminous stone. It's not a bad deal! Hahaha!"

"Then Sir, please don't give me another bottle of wine..."

"roll."

Roger, get out.

"Come back, you bastard." Heller returned to normal, "I want this kind of stone, tell those slaves to find it for me."

"Sir, this stone looks like other stones during the day. You must find it at night."

"Then look for it at night!"

"It's dark at night, and the ground is full of potholes. It's easy to stumble around. If the slaves get injured, wouldn't it mean that you have to keep them in vain?"

Heller thought for a moment, then shouted to the door: "Call Norton over."

Soon Norton came in.

"Norton, how many shackles do we have?"

"More than twenty pairs."

"Organize some slaves, put them in chains, and go out to chop wood. You have people keeping a close eye on them. If anyone wants to escape, you know what to do."

"no problem."

"The chopped wood must be chopped short before it can be brought into the wall. I don't want to see ladders and the like inside."

"As commanded."

"Ruggiero, starting from today, you will arrange for people to search with torches at night. I will get as many stones as I want."

“This may affect the mining output during the day.”

"Well, that's a problem."

Heller frowned, weighing the options.

This question seemed to stump him. He hesitated for a while, and finally made a decision.

Heller said to Roger: "You figure it out, or I'll whip you."
Chapter completed!