Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Mag looked at Mobai's face, his apology was very sincere, and what he said meant that he had taken triple protection. The dose was the same as usual, but a little bit... Warcraft crystal nucleus powder was thrown into it?

An explosion of this level cannot be caused without enough explosives. Judging from the large pit that collapsed in the middle of the blacksmith shop, Mo Bai conducted the experiment at least five meters below the ground.

This kind of depth can still cause this level of damage, the power of the explosion can be imagined, and Mo Bai's shoddy explosives are obviously impossible to do, so the magic beast crystal nucleus powder he said added to it definitely played a considerable role. important role.

"Even so, I still hope that you can avoid doing blasting experiments directly at home in the future. I am responsible for the safety of Amy and the guests." Mag looked at Mo Bai and nodded slightly. He could accept Mo Bai's reason, but It is absolutely unacceptable that he continues to do experiments around him that even he himself has no way to control and predict the consequences.

"Well, in today's situation, I don't dare to do it at home. It would be bad if I scare the little boss." Mo Bai nodded a little embarrassedly, rubbed his hands again and said excitedly: "But Boss Mai, I seem to have found a way to increase that kind of energy. Add a certain amount of Warcraft crystal nucleus powder to it, and the power will be increased by hundreds or thousands of times. If the amount is large enough, may it pose a threat to the dragon? gone?"

After getting Mobai's promise, Mag's expression improved a lot. As long as he doesn't make trouble at home, Mobai doesn't care how he messes with Mag.

Moreover, he is also very interested in this method of increasing the power of explosives in a straight line. After all, the world is so dangerous, and he can't get Italian guns from the system. Maybe he can rely on himself and get some hot weapons for self-defense.

Two Italian cannons were set up at the entrance of the restaurant to suppress the scene. Thinking about it, I feel inexplicably passionate.

Mag could not help admiring Mo Bai for being able to produce explosives more powerful than TnT in a different world where black powder did not appear. Could it be that this is the legendary blasting ghost?

"If the quantity is sufficient, and the energy can be compressed and superimposed, there should be hope to kill a giant dragon." Mag nodded, pondered for a while, and said again: "But if the target is a dragon,

Compared to simply increasing the volume, I suggest relying on compression to increase the density, and then use something to shoot it out, so that the explosion will happen around the dragon. "

"What can shoot them out?" Mobai's eyes lit up suddenly, looking at Mag and asking with some expectation and nervousness, this is exactly the problem he has been troubled and wants to solve.

"Cannon." McGonagall said firmly.

"Cannon?" Mo Bai looked puzzled.

"Yes, it's a cannon, something that can send that thing to the dragon's side." Mag nodded.

"Warning! Host, this behavior of yours is very dangerous! It is very likely that the progress of the Nolan Continent will be affected, leading to the abnormal development of this world!" The serious voice of the system sounded.

"System, black gunpowder was invented in the Tang Dynasty. Although it has been used in wars successively, it has been thousands of years since it completely replaced the bow and arrow. Don't just put it on me for changing the world. I can’t afford it.” Mag pouted, and continued: “And I didn’t know about the gunpowder in this world, and when someone started using it, they immediately produced TnT. I can only sigh in awe of such a genius.”

The system fell into silence.

"Is there really such a thing? What is this cannon?" Mo Bai couldn't help but took two steps forward, looking at Mag with a slightly excited expression, every sentence of Mag's words pierced his heart.

"Pao, you can use it as a projectile device, but this thing only exists in my idea now, and it's not sure whether it can be used in practice." Mag smiled and shook his head.

"Boss Mai, can you tell me? I really need this kind of thing very urgently. If it is really usable, I can pay you a fee." Mo Bai looked at Mag with burning eyes.

"I don't need money. It's just that some messy guys have come to the restaurant recently to find fault and make trouble. If Boss Mobai can really make a treasure that can kill the dragon, can he put one at the entrance of the restaurant to scare the little ones." Mag smiled and waved his hands.

"If it can be done, of course there is no problem." Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"My thinking may not be very mature, but you may refer to it, let's sit in the restaurant first." Mag nodded, turned and walked towards the restaurant.

"I...forget it now, I have already asked them to come and repair the house, they are so dirty, the restaurant will open in a while, so we can't delay Boss Mai's business." Mo Bai glanced down at himself covered in dust clothes and black hands, shook his head and said.

"It's okay, come in, the waiter will clean up before going to work, I have to draw some things for you to understand." Mag directly pushed the door and went in without looking back.

Mo Bai hesitated for a moment, but followed the door and entered the restaurant.

"Wash your hands and face first." Mag came out of the kitchen and lightly placed a basin of water on the table.

"Thank you." Mo Bai looked into Mag's eyes. Although Mag had been suppressing his anger before, what he felt now was respect.

Mag took away the water that had turned black, brought out a glass of water and put it lightly in front of Mo Bai, then put the pen and paper in his hand on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, looked at Mo Bai and smiled and said: "Drink Drink some water, what I said may be a bit complicated, you can just listen to it, anyway, before you have control of the stability of explosives, it is actually too early to make artillery."

"Dynamite?" Mo Bai sat down, took a sip of water, and looked at Mag with some puzzlement.

McGonagall immediately came to his senses and realized that there is no such thing as explosives in this world, and asked with a smile: "Why do you plan to call the explosive thing you made today?"

"In this way, it seems that it is not bad to call it explosive." Mo Bai thought about it seriously, nodded and said.

"Okay, then let's call it explosives for now, and the so-called artillery is a process that uses gunpowder to burn in a confined space to generate a huge thrust, then pushes the compressed explosives to obtain kinetic energy, and then throws it out of the barrel, and finally explodes." Mai Getty brushed on the paper a few times, pointed to a cannon barrel sandwiched between the two circles, and said seriously: "Look, it probably looks like this."

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Mobile version reading website: