Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

There was only one bed in the room, and although two benches put together could be used for rest, they were too hard to fall asleep on.

"It's hard to sleep on it."

Mousse grabbed Windlow from behind. For the dark elves, they don’t care about species.

Wendlow can be used as a toy, and you can do whatever you want with him.

Even Mousse thought of many ways to tease or torture this human being.

Moussi had prepared many moves, and just when she was about to do something evil, a very loud explosion was heard outside the window.

It was as if several cannons were firing at the same time, or as if a giant black ark was completing a launching ceremony.

The huge noise directly interrupted the ceremony that Mousse was about to begin. The Lord of Fear's vigilance made her put on all her equipment at once, sticking to the bed and looking outside.

At this time, the households nearby lit up the oil lamps and looked outside.

But when they realized that the explosion came from the Noon Gun Workshop, they extinguished the oil lamps and candles and lay back in bed to continue sleeping.

This is the case with the city of Nuln. Imperial engineers love to create all kinds of inventions.

Once gunpowder weapons are involved, it will be very dangerous, but without danger, there will be no innovation, which also leads to explosions in the Nuln Gun Workshop from time to time.

There is an explosion basically every week, and the trained firefighters can handle all explosions and fires every time.

People living in the city of Nuln have long been accustomed to it, and would feel uncomfortable if there wasn't an explosion every week.

It finally exploded today. I felt relieved and went back to sleep.

Windlow had the same idea. After approaching the bed and seeing that the explosion came from Noon's Gun Workshop, he lay down on the bed again, wondering if Mousse would touch her hand again later.

It's a bit strange to look forward to it.

However, Mousse did reach out his hand, but this time he grabbed Windlow's shoulder.

He was directly pulled out of bed and asked to put on his clothes quickly.

"Did you hear that explosion? We can fish in troubled waters!"

As expected of the dark elves who make a living by plundering, the first thing they think of at any time is always robbery.

Although Windlow had put on his clothes and pants, he still shook his head to indicate that he did not want to participate in the Gun Workshop robbery.

After all, as an imperial man, he was naturally well aware of the strength of the Nuln Ironclad Army.

The gun workshop where the explosion occurred must have had a lot of security forces at this time to prevent anyone from trying to take advantage of the situation.

There would be no gain in going there now, so you might as well take a good rest.

"Don't go there. There must be a lot of provincial troops guarding there."

"Then guess what those provincial troops are guarding there?"

Mousse's words completely awakened Windlow. Yes, if it was just an ordinary explosion and firefighting, the city of Nuln would definitely not send provincial troops to guard it.

And every time an explosion occurred in the Nuln Gun Workshop, provincial troops would definitely arrive there to maintain order.

In other words, as long as you go there, you will definitely be able to catch something by taking advantage of the troubled waters.

As for how to deal with the provincial army, he didn't need to worry about that, as the dark elf dread lord beside him naturally had a lot of experience.

So he quickly put on his shoes, tied his shoelaces, and covered his face with a piece of black cloth, completely disguising his identity.

Mousse looked up and down at Windlow's outfit. It was pretty good and quite presentable.

They also disguised themselves, and the two of them jumped out of the window together.

Nuln is a city built on the Reik River. The wide Reik River divides the entire city into three areas.

The southern part is the slum area, and it is also the area where Windlow and Mousse first arrived.

To the east is the trade zone, the smallest area, but with a very good port where all kinds of ships sailing on the Rick River can be supplied.

The north is the core area of ​​the city of Nuln. The Elector's Palace, the gun workshop, the industrial center, and the inn where Windlow and Mousse live are all in this area.

The two of them had already arrived at the street. It was now night and it must be curfew time.

There are patrolling guards going back and forth on the streets. If they find anyone wandering around on the streets, they have the power to execute them first and report later.

But the clumsy patrolling guards holding torches were all exposed to Mousse's eyes. Among the abilities of the Dark Elf Fear Lord, avoiding others is the most basic passive skill.

Soon, the two of them arrived safely and quickly at the location of the explosion in the gun workshop, and the fire had not even been extinguished at this time.

Firefighters came and went, scooping water from carriages and the river with buckets to put out the raging fire.

Although the gun workshop was made entirely of stone materials, the gunpowder in it was highly flammable, and the firefighting operation became a tug-of-war.

But even so, the provincial soldiers on guard showed no intention of stepping forward to help. They continued to stand at various important intersections with weapons in hand and armor on, observing whether there were other suspicious people around.

"It seems that you humans are also quite vigilant, but the only shortcoming is that the provincial troops in charge of standing guard are not professional."

Mousse whispered, then patted Wendlow's face, motioning him to look where his finger was.

By the river, several black shadows were swaying back and forth. If Mousse hadn't pointed, Windlow would have had no way of seeing them.

"What is that? What are they doing?"

Humans' eyesight is not as good as that of elves. As for who that group of people are, Mousse has no idea, but he can see clearly what they are doing.

"They are loading things onto the ship. Do you think merchants would load goods in the middle of the night?"

"No, the merchants of the Empire will not move goods in the middle of the night. Besides, at this time, even traveling merchants and merchants have already found a place to rest. Then they!"

Windlow also realized that the explosion in the gun workshop must not have been an accidental incident, but a premeditated case.

Maybe that group of people are the ones behind the scenes, and they have already snatched what they need from the gun workshop. All they have to do now is leave here under the cover of night.

Mousse stood up and stretched his joints a little.

"Hey, Wendlow, what do the officials of the Human Empire think of this kind of behavior where gangs rob gangs?"

This made Windlow realize that although he couldn't just rob the Gunsmith Shop, it didn't mean he couldn't rob those who robbed the Gunsmith Shop.

He also stood up.

"Nun's industrial products are very valuable. If we can rob them, we will make a fortune."