"The musket is easy to deal with, but what about the ammunition?"

Sitting on the sofa at home, Carl and Ryan discussed the issue of ammunition.

The magic patterns for continuous-fire weapons require pure manual labor. If Carl were to do it alone, the efficiency would be too low.

On the contrary, copper-clad lead or steel core bullets are not only cheap, but also relatively simple to manufacture and can be produced fully automatically.

Nowadays, mainstream flintlock rifles have evolved into a form where ammunition is loaded through a rear magazine. The appearance of the bullets is similar to the ordinary bullets that Carl was familiar with in his previous life, but the primer is not sensitive enough and cannot be activated by a hammer. The gunpowder in the bullet can only be ignited in a way similar to a lighter.

However, it is not that materials such as mercury fulminate that are suitable as primers are impossible to produce, but that not many people are researching them.

However, Carl has now solved all the technical problems required for the automatic rifle.

So what they lack now are various raw materials.

"I will go to the druids in the city hall to ask about the prices of lead ore and gunpowder raw materials. They should be able to solve these problems. After all, there is not much use for lead.

It is impossible for that group of Skeleton Knights to launch such an attack only once. The reason they temporarily retreated today was mainly because they suffered a loss at the hands of Lisanna."

With that said, Ryan patted his thigh, stood up and walked outside.

Carl, Hope and Lisanna were left looking at each other.

The room was silent for a long time, until a gurgling sound was heard, and Lisanna said embarrassedly:

"Hmm~, Brother Carl, what would you like to eat later?"

“Eat meat!”

Standing up helplessly, Carl ran to cook amid Lisanna's cheers.

Although the undead siege is worrying, we still have to eat.

…

After quickly preparing a sumptuous lunch, Carl told Hope to keep an eye on Lisanna and not let the two of them run out.

He took the packed food with him and went to visit Elifel.

The work of the sheriffs was not as busy as Carl thought. In addition to dealing with the passengers who were stranded due to the state of war, they also had to find people from the Dragon Mark Family to help use the communication stone to pass messages to Andair.

Eberron actually has a way to communicate remotely, but this method of communication requires the use of a communication stone made of Siberys dragon crystal and a dwarf with the ability to copy dragon marks.

The dwarves of the Dragonmark Family established the Sivis Communications Station, which is mainly used to help transmit battle reports and certain emergency information.

However, their main clients are various large organizations or officials, and it is difficult for ordinary people to ask them to help deliver messages.

It was also because of this that Carl never thought of using them to send messages home when he was in Sarn.

"Mom! Haven't you eaten yet? I cooked."

When Carl arrived at Ellefil's workstation, his poor mother was dealing with a pile of documents that was half a meter high.

Seeing her son coming to bring her food, the dizzy Elifel finally looked up from the pile of documents.

"Well~, son, come and let mommy hug you~"

Almost driven crazy by the documents, Ellifel sobbed twice while hugging Carl. Then she quickly opened the lunch box and started to eat voraciously.

There was a continuous sound of swallowing all around, and it seemed that the other sheriffs had not eaten yet.

"Eat slowly, don't choke. By the way, Mom, this is the pistol I made. Take it with you. If you are in danger, you can pull the trigger to fire the bullet."

The sheriff not only had to deal with the documents, but also had to patrol the streets afterwards. For safety reasons, Carl gave his mother the two revolvers he made in the factory.

As a sheriff, Elifel had come into contact with muskets before. After Carl gave her a brief introduction, she understood how to use it.

"Yes! Thank you, son! By the way, where is your dad?"

After putting away the two revolvers, Elifel was about to immerse herself in the ocean of documents again, but she still habitually asked about her husband's situation.

After explaining the situation at the factory to her mother, Ellifil sighed and let Carl go home first.

"Alas, when will these documents be processed?"

Picking up another document, Elifel's eyes quickly swept across the pages, then she wrote down the solution according to the rules and regulations and signed her name.

A colleague next to her sighed even louder than her, and complained after finishing a document:

"Your son has come to bring you food and weapons for self-defense, what else are you not satisfied with? That brat of mine might be secretly happy just because I'm not home to take care of him."

If you compare yourself to others, you will die; if you compare goods, you will be thrown away.

The treatment that Elifil received made all the sheriffs' eyes red with envy.

But soon, takeout was delivered from nearby restaurants.

The box lunch of three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes was quite good. The sheriffs thought it was ordered by their superiors, but their chief was also busy dealing with documents and had no time to think about it.

When everyone asked around, the restaurant owner said that the person who ordered the meal was a young man with red hair.

A group of sheriffs ate the takeout ordered by Carl and praised Ellifil for her good parenting.

Of course, their respective children endured criticism that was not appropriate for their age during this period.

And it is predictable that when the sheriffs get off work, their children will suffer.

…

"Brother Carl! You're back!"

Back home, Carl was thinking about the reason why the Emerald Claw Knights attacked Vana City, but Lisana suddenly jumped out from the corner.

"You scared me! Are you so free? Have you memorized the basic knowledge of the Artificer?"

Pulling Lisanna's face, Carl urged Lisanna to go back and do her homework like a bored adult.

Akanix doesn't actually give homework, but the rangers' intelligence is really worrying, so Carl had to ask Nia for help before leaving and set winter vacation homework for the rangers.

Of course, the purpose of giving them homework was not to torture his fellow villagers, but to help them master the skills of the machinist faster.

If they can master it directly, homework will naturally not be important.

"Hey! Don't be such a pity! I came to you to give you some advice. It was fine during the practice, but when I attacked the Skeleton Knight not long ago, I found that there was a problem with the sniper rifle."

Lisanna raised the 98K hidden behind her and described how the Skeleton Knight dodged immediately after she fired.

"It should be the magic light produced by the ammunition firing that alerted the other party. This is not difficult. I can make you a flash suppressor."

Just as he was about to make one for Lisanna, Carl came up with a new inspiration because of the problem of gun accessories.

Can the magic pattern of the rapid-fire weapon be attached to the magazine separately? In this way, the rangers can change the type of bullets according to different needs by replacing the magazine!

(End of this chapter)