Come to another world and become a lord

The flames in the fireplace jumped happily, making crackling sounds. The orange-red flames reflected on the ancient stone walls, adding a warm glow to the entire room. Several copper candlesticks were hung above the fireplace, and the candlelight and the flames complemented each other, as if performing an ancient dance. The firewood gradually turned into ashes under the licking of the flames, and the warmth spread, dispelling the coldness of the northern winter.

Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fell quietly, covering the entire earth and covering the world with a layer of silver-white clothes. Through the window, the snow was flying all over the sky, forming a sharp contrast with the room.

This was a small study room, separated from the Lord's bedroom by only one door. In the room, Carl and the dwarf Goswin were sitting in front of the fireplace, each holding a glass filled with vodka.

Mia had been in a coma for nearly a week and had not yet woken up. In this medieval world without antibiotics, a severe cold could often kill a person. Eventually, he transferred her to Rickburg, and now she is barely alive thanks to Amira's magic and Eleanor's divine arts. During this period, after receiving his letter, Goswin personally visited her by boat.

Now the two of them were staying in this hidden study. Looking at the flames burning in the fireplace, Goswin raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey. His beard turned orange in the light of the fire, and then he shouted in surprise:

"New flavor, did you improve the recipe?"

"Are you satisfied with the taste?" Carl smiled knowingly and raised his glass. "I plan to make it a new product next year."

"All I can say is, it's great. You really understand us dwarves."

Goswin shouted, drank the wine in his hand, then put down the glass and looked at Karl curiously:

"But you asked me to come all this way here, definitely not to talk about wine."

Carl took a deep breath, moved closer to the fireplace, felt the warmth of the flames, and then said:

"Indeed, I need help, I need the dwarven craftsmanship, to help me complete something."

"Tell me more about it," Goswin said, filling his glass again.

The two of them talked like this, with the fire crackling beside them, the firelight shining on their cheeks, and the room was so hot that they could sweat.

After a long time, Goswin spoke thoughtfully:

"Seamless perforated steel tubes, and machines capable of mass-producing them, I understand."

Carl nodded and took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"Well~ and this is just an idea. There are no ready-made drawings. We can only explore and design it ourselves." Goswin added.

"I'll talk about some principles, but they're just principles," Carl replied. This is why he wanted to seek help from the dwarves. It would definitely be difficult to achieve with current human technology.

"Hmm~" Goswin stroked his beard and fell into a state of thought. Then he said, "It's not impossible. I have confidence in our dwarven craftsmen, but this cannot be completed in a short period of time."

"There's no rush for this," Carl replied. "You can take your time."

Goswin nodded again, and then said:

"But can I ask what this thing you made is?"

"Well~ a weapon, a weapon that can be launched remotely." Carl said after thinking for a while. There is no need to hide this matter. Since he intends to cooperate with the other party, the other party will know what he is doing sooner or later. It is better to be honest.

"Weapons...as expected."

"I need some excellent dwarf craftsmen to come to Rickburg to help me complete this task. As for the price, everything is negotiable..."

As he was speaking, Goswin waved his hand to interrupt him:

"No, no money."

“No money?” Carl became alert instantly.

Goswin continued to laugh:

"Not only is it free, I am also willing to provide a team of top-notch dwarven craftsmen, and they will always be affiliated with Rickburg and be at your disposal."

"So...what are the conditions?" Carl took another sip of wine.

"Technology sharing." Goswin said, taking a big gulp of wine, putting down the glass and continuing, "Once it is made, Hammer Castle will share the production technology."

Sharing technology, to be honest, such a condition did not surprise Carl at all. Once agreed, it would mean that the dwarves would also have muskets, a weapon that changed the mode of warfare. However, speaking of this, in his impression, it seemed natural for dwarves to have muskets. In any fantasy story, they seemed to have technology far superior to other races. For some reason, he suddenly remembered a well-known fantasy game, in which the musketeers were basically dwarves.

Just as I was daydreaming, I heard Goswin say:

"This is not a business, this is just self-preservation."

He paused, then continued:

"We dwarves are too few in number, and we don't get along with most races... So we can only constantly improve our craftsmanship and create stronger weapons... Otherwise, those rats will cause trouble sooner or later."

"mouse?"

"That's not a metaphor, I'm talking about real rats." Goswin laughed, drank the second glass of wine again, and filled the glass again. "So, what do you think?"

"Okay." Carl agreed. To be honest, this request was not excessive, and even if the dwarves got this technology, it would not be a threat, at least not now. Of course, the real point was that he had no other options. From Goswin's attitude, it could be seen that if he did not agree, then the matter would be over. But he did need a musket, not only to strengthen himself, but also because he always had the image of the northern orcs in his mind, which was related to the survival of all mankind.

"That's settled!" Goswin was obviously very happy. He slapped his thigh fiercely, and then added again as if remembering something, "But we have to make it clear that this thing was invented mainly for our two families to use. It can't be sold casually. For example, you are not allowed to sell it to those guys with pointy ears. But with their asshole personalities, they probably won't like it..."

He talked incessantly while Carl smiled and nodded beside him. The pointed ears he mentioned naturally referred to the elves. It seemed that no matter which world they were in, dwarves and elves would never get along.

The snow outside the window seems to be getting heavier, accompanied by howling winds, but at the same time, the snow also symbolizes the end of one year and the beginning of the new year.

"It's the New Year." Carl sighed softly, then turned to look at Goswin, "Why don't you stay and celebrate the New Year together?"

Goswin pointed out the window and said:

"Look at this damn weather, can I go back?"

Then the two of them smiled at each other, clinked their glasses, and drank the wine in one gulp.