Chapter 218: Drag someone into trouble and persuade them to be good

When Tanr left the Lord's Hall to find Bishop Kahn, Rand collapsed on his huge, stone lord's chair.

This lord's chair is very large and spacious even if he lies down sideways.

Recently, work pressure has started to increase, and Rand has returned to his full-time, no-rest work life as a Happy Lord.

So much so that he felt very tired every day.

However, there was one thing that was very comfortable. As long as it was not particularly urgent, he would let Olena read the documents to him in a gentle voice, and then Rand would give his opinions and let Olena record them.

Rand almost did all his work like this. He didn't have to use his eyes to see or write, and he could work while lying down, which was quite comfortable.

Hearing Olena's voice, Rand suddenly had an idea and said, "Olenna, come here."

Olenna came closer, and was kissed by Rand.

Rand rolled his eyes at him and continued with his work.

As she continued to process things one by one, Ellie walked in from outside.

Now the lord hall and the hideout office are separated.

Today's hideout office is an independent building. It takes about five or six minutes to walk from the hideout office to the lord's hall.

As for the original office of the hideout, it was not demolished, but Rand had not figured out what to do there, so he just cleared things out and did not change the layout.

Ellie walked up to Rand, who had changed from sitting to lying sideways, took a few steps, looked down at Rand, and lowered her head to block Rand's view of the ceiling.

"There's good news," Ellie said.

"Oh?" Rand looked at Ellie, "What do you mean?"

Even from this perspective of death, Ellie's face still looks beautiful.

Ellie stopped looking down at Rand, glanced at Olenna who had turned her head away, and lowered her head again: "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

Rand stood up suddenly, pressed his hand to the back of Ellie's head, and crashed his lips into hers, then lay back down.

Ellie rubbed her lips, it was a little rough but it felt okay.

"The inner shell of the blast furnace has been produced."

Rand was stunned.

"Really?" Rand was not questioning the accuracy of Ellie's information, but was a little bit unbelieving. "Have you tested it?"

"It's been tested." Ellie could understand Rand's joy.

Ever since the Haunted Iron Mine fell into Rand's hands, Rand has been thinking day and night about how to make an efficient iron-smelting furnace, which he called a "blast furnace."

As an administrator and chief alchemist of the den, she was naturally well aware of the difficulties involved.

"Very happy?" Ellie once again looked down at Rand lying on the lord's chair and asked, "Very happy?"

“It’s my pleasure.”

"Kiss me again?" Ellie asked.

Rand stood up again and tried to touch Ellie, but was dodged.

As a powerful wizard, Ellie's reaction speed is naturally much faster than Rand's.

After dodging, Ellie held the back of Rand's head, and their lips collided hard, just like Rand kissed her just now.

Then Ellie stuck out her nimble tongue.

After their lips parted, Ellie looked at Olena who had turned back happily and wiped the saliva from her lips: "Do you want to go and see now?"

Rand nodded.

To be honest, every technological breakthrough is very difficult.

From the beginning, it was impossible to build a blast furnace tall enough.

From the breakthrough of coke to now, it seems that the inner liner that is resistant enough to high temperatures has also been produced.

This means that the hideout has the ability to produce high-quality ironware.

Moreover, industrial basic components such as iron wire and iron plates can also be built.

This is a very terrifying breakthrough.

The vast majority of iron ore in the world is lean iron ore. Without sufficient metallurgical technology, the iron produced by these lean iron ores will not be of good quality.

Those rich iron ores are fine. With very rough smelting, such iron ores can become tough iron and then become high-quality weapons and armor.

But the iron ore produced from poor iron ore is not good.

It is not tough enough, or it simply cannot be formed, let alone made into steel.

Now, the den has the ability to make the value of poor iron ore almost equal to that of rich iron ore.

This world does have magical metals of high quality, but their production is low and cannot be put into service.

The gold mine that the southern nobles are fighting for may be the known vein that produces the most associated magical metals.

And in this world, at least for now, the power of the majority united still prevails.

In fact, as far as Rand knows, it was after the third expansion pack, after the Grand Duke Vladimir's sacrifice, that the power of the gods had a greater impact on the human world.

A few strong people still cannot solve the problems they encounter with their strength alone.

The significance of blast furnace is self-evident.

Rand, who had been feeling low in spirits due to long-term high-intensity work, became much more motivated at work.

Follow Ellie towards the location of the hideout's blast furnace.

The blast furnaces were built against the mountain walls, and some of the more primitive ones are still in operation.

What Rand wanted to see was the newly built blast furnace.

The alchemist in charge was the one who was almost killed by the blast furnace explosion and was later healed by Rand. Rand didn't expect that after such a trauma, he had no psychological trauma and was able to come back to work after resting for a few days.

"What's the liner used for?" Rand asked.

"A kind of ore is ground into powder, and then the clay is made and fired." The alchemist in charge flinched when he saw Rand's face. Every time he saw Rand, he would subconsciously think that he was a sadistic demon.

Now Rand knew that kaolin was not actually soil, but mineral powder.

"Let me see the finished product." Rand looked up at the tall blast furnace. The sunlight reflected from the surface of the blast furnace was a bit dazzling.

…

On the other side, Taner and Bishop Kahn were still talking.

"Long time no see." Bishop Kahn breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that Taner in front of him was his student and that he still maintained his original sense of justice and beliefs.

As long as Taner does not become a greedy or cowardly person, he still keeps the fire in his heart.

Then Bishop Kahn would always acknowledge Tanner as his student.

Therefore, he was not too anxious to talk about business, but planned to chat about some family matters first.

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As we all know, when a senior whom you haven't seen for a long time talks to you about family matters, he or she will basically talk about your dark history as a child.

Fortunately for Taner, there was no third person here and the sound insulation was good.

Although the memories he thought he had forgotten began to attack him again due to Bishop Kahn's renovation, Taner still felt relaxed when chatting with his mentor whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

But we must return to the topic.

After chatting for a while, Bishop Kahn returned to business.

"So there is also a..." Bishop Kahn considered his words, "a local sect?"

He didn't think in this direction at first. It would be too impolite to come to someone else's territory without any ritual objects to explore.

No wonder Bishop Kahn would sometimes involuntarily tense up when operating in this territory, especially last time.

"Yes," Tanner admitted.

Bishop Kahn looked at Taner again: "So you apostatized?"

The originally old and cynical face turned a little sarcastic: "The wild dog of the God of Struggle, the corpse of the Apostle of the Scourge, or the blood of nourishment?"

"It's the Torch Church." Taner replied.

"?" Originally, Bishop Kahn was going to continue the topic and start scolding him, but he saw that Taner was still blessed by the Torch Goddess, so it was not too late to look back now.

But what the hell is the Torch Church?

"The Torch Church has split," Taner said.

"I know." Bishop Kahn did not shy away from the topic.

“So we are also the Torch Church here,” Taner explained.

"Is it also the Torch Church if you don't believe in the Torch Goddess?"

"Why not? Now everyone is a heretic and no one is orthodox." Taner said with a matter-of-fact expression.

Bishop Kahn's face gradually darkened. He felt that Taner had been brainwashed.

Taner threw out a pamphlet from his arms: "This is our doctrine."

Bishop Kahn picked up the booklet and carefully felt it to confirm that it did not contain any special power before opening it.

The entire article contains large sections of plagiarism, and the teachings of the Torch Church have been tampered with.

But it does convey some ideas that are very different from those of the Torch Church.

Bishop Kahn read the text very quickly and soon turned to the last page.

"You wrote it?"

"yes."

Bishop Kahn turned back to the first page and read it slowly again.

Taner was certainly not in a hurry and sat in a chair waiting for Bishop Kahn to finish reading.

Bishop Kahn turned to the last page again, and then to the first page again.

The Torch Church is a group of beginners represented by the Crimson King Karin. The core of their philosophy is justice centered on humans, and using fire to wipe out evil.

After Bishop Kahn finished flipping through the book for the sixth time, he closed the wrinkled booklet that looked like it had been flipped many times, and said, "Heresy."

Taner smiled, knowing he had won.

"A doctrine alone can't prove anything," said Bishop Kahn.

“Before we build trust with each other,” Taner said, “we can start by cooperating.”

In short, it is the plan proposed by Bishop Kahn before.

The Torch Church sent people to settle here, provide services to Lord Rand and receive rewards.

Others don't get too involved.

"I need to think about it again." As the bishop of the Torch Church, Kahn has lived for a long time. It is impossible for him to agree so easily. This requires careful consideration.

In fact, Kahn did not turn against the Church immediately after discovering the existence of an evil sect here. He was already a rare open-minded person among the Torch Church members.

Perhaps Bishop Kahn had also seen those children who were cornered by local lords and forced to join cults.

But now Kahn at least confirmed that Tanr had not turned into something evil.

"Is there a brothel here?" Bishop Kahn asked seriously.

(End of this chapter)