A few torches wandered around the lake like ghosts.

Roger and Dulles sat naked on the rock.

Not only are they naked, but now all the slaves in the mining area are naked.

Fortunately, it's summer and it's very hot in the valley, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold.

A slave approached with a torch, and Roger quickly stepped forward and pushed him away.

"Go away, go away. How many times have I told you that torches are not allowed near here!"

Roger looked at the pile of explosive packets behind him.

They may be large or small, some are like basins, some are like urns, and some are like irregular clods of soil.

Roger knew that the power of the explosive package depended on the rapidly expanding gases after burning the black powder, as well as the sealing of the package.

These explosive packs are terrible.

Roger had used all the containers in the hands of the slaves, and everyone's clothes had become bundles of explosives.

To be powerful, the containers must be sealed enough, but Roger couldn't do it, so he had to tie them as tightly as possible with his clothes.

And Roger knew that the quality of the black powder in the explosive bags was also very poor.

The slaves responsible for boiling and purifying the saltwater were not craftsmen, and their craftsmanship was not refined enough, so there were impurities in the saltwater.

The proportions of sulfur, carbon, and nitrate were also wrong. Roger didn't have a measuring device, so he relied on his eyes and hands, so the proportions couldn't be up to standard.

The particles of black powder are not fine enough or even enough.

These problems will affect the burning of black powder, thereby affecting the power of the explosive package.

Roger had only one solution. He looked at the number of explosive packets.

This is a common method he learned online in his previous life: if the quality is not enough, use quantity to make up for it.

Roger turned around and walked to Dulles. He said solemnly:

"Christodulus, you must remind everyone not to let fire get close to them, and you must not be careless."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bomb, boom."

"Boom? I've never heard of that word."

"You can think of them as volcanoes about to erupt. As long as they are exposed to fire, they will erupt like a volcano."

"I understand. I will be careful not to let the torches get close to them until it is time to light them as you said."

Dulles paused and asked uncertainly:

"Are you sure you can open the iron-clad oak door with this?"

"It should be okay. Dulles, let's go over the plan again.

"Tomorrow night, when Heller leaves, I'll go in as usual.

"Norton will definitely be drunk. The guards have no one to direct them at this time.

"You bring some capable people, and after I draw the attention of the guards on the city wall, you pile all these explosive packets into the city gate hole.

"Then remember to look at my gestures. You must look at my gestures."

Roger repeatedly made sure Dulles understood. He didn't want to get blown up when the time came.

"After I give the signal, you will light the gunpowder. Have you chosen the person who will throw the torch?"

"After you've chosen it, you'll be sure to throw it accurately."

"Tell him not to get too close until then."

Roger said: "We will tell everyone later that there will be a huge explosion, just like the thunderbolt dropped by Jesus. Don't be afraid when the time comes."

Roger suddenly had a bad taste and said: "Or we just tell them directly that it will be a 'miracle' and that Jesus is on our side."

Roger continued: "When the city gate explodes, you all rush in.

"You must rush in while the guards are stunned by the explosion and quickly capture the entire village.

"Remember to move quickly and don't hesitate.

"The faster you rush, the less blood you bleed. Do you understand?"

"clear."

"Please help me think about whether there are any problems with this plan."

"As long as the door is blown open as you said, there should be no problem."

"Okay. After I go in, I will weaken the guards as much as possible. Remember, we only have one chance, so we have to rush fast."

After dark the next day, Roger got on the gondola and was greeted by Peter, the guard who had already followed him.

"Peter, can you get the key to the arsenal?"

"I'm sorry, Godfather, Norton carries it with him and keeps a close eye on it, I..."

"It doesn't matter, I have a backup plan. Wait a minute, Norton has left the lock, go and block the keyhole."

"no problem."

"Be careful not to let anyone see you."

"Don't worry, Godfather."

Roger walked into Norton's house alone, and a guard greeted him:

"Good evening, Your Majesty. Where are your clothes?"

The man's tone was respectful, but there was no respect at all on his face.

"I'm wearing a new dress, didn't you see?"

"Chi chi chi", several guards on the side laughed. Someone handed Roger some food.

Roger knew that they didn't care whether they were naked or not. It was hot and many of the guards were shirtless.

Another guard called to Roger: "King, what kind of knight will Norton make tonight?"

Immediately there were people clamoring: "Big hanging", "butt" and "hahaha"

Some people echoed: "I've used it, I've used it." "Change it with another one."

"Square table" and "bench", the guards were in high spirits, noisy and came up with ideas.

Roger kept talking, there was something big going on tonight and he had to eat as soon as possible.

But the guards' commotion still affected him, and Roger couldn't help but think of the time when he canonized Norton last night.

…

A guard asked Roger with a sneer: "You canonized Norton, what are you?"

"I, I am the King of Sicily."

"Hahaha" the drunken guards burst into laughter.

"Long live the king."

"Call Your Majesty."

"That's nonsense, Your Majesty."

"Hahaha"

…

Roger knew that if he said he was the Count of Sicily, the guards would call him "Count."

He knew that it was actually the same. In the eyes of these guards, it made no difference whether a dog was called "Count" or "King".

Norton walked in, and Roger noticed the keys on his belt.

He thought, since I can't get it, don't even think about using it.

So there was singing, drinking, and playing the game of knighting.

Roger didn't know why Norton was so persistent, he just wanted to play this game.

Then the guards started making noises and shouting, and most of the names they gave me were related to the reproductive organs.

So Norton became angry again, rushed over and grabbed anyone randomly and beat him.

The unlucky guy who was beaten kept wailing, and the people around him kept gloating and laughing.

Until Norton passed out drunk.

Roger walked out alone, and a vigilant guard asked him: "Where is the person watching you?"

Roger spread his hands: "Do you want me to wait for him here?"

"get out."

Roger walked up the city wall. He saw several guards huddled on the gate tower.

He paid special attention to the iron bolt that controlled the iron fence. The bolt was firmly inserted and there was a guard standing beside it.

Roger knew that once the guard pulled out the latch, the iron fence would fall down and block the doorway. No one would be able to pass through the city gate unless it was pulled up by the winch on the gatehouse.

Roger greeted them: "Good evening, adults."

"Shit, why is there so much noise tonight?" There is a guard interface.

"Tell them a story."

"Fuck, I just love hearing stories, so you can't tell them tomorrow."

"I can say it again now."

"Speak quickly, speak quickly."

So Roger spoke softly and slowly: "This story is about Lord Heller's ancestors..."

The guards couldn't hear clearly, so they moved closer to Roger.
Chapter completed!