That's not how you use a witch!

Chapter 44 Idiot...

Just as the chief knight was at a loss for words, Fermi, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up:

"Reporting, my lord! May I test fire one more time?"

He felt guilty and remorseful because he felt he hadn't performed well and had disgraced the power of the new armor-piercing arrow.

Ronan smiled and agreed to his request.

He was overjoyed to have such motivated soldiers under his command.

Fermi shot very well this time, but an accident suddenly happened: everyone's attention was focused on the power and use of the new arrow, and no one noticed that a child had quietly sneaked up to the scarecrow under the cover of weeds.

The moment Fermi shot the arrow, he climbed onto the scarecrow.

"Hey! Watch out!"

Those with sharp eyes spotted the child, but it was too late; even a knight couldn't outrun an arrow.

In that critical moment, Meidel had a sudden thought, and the arrow suddenly sped up, its trajectory rising three inches, flying over the scarecrow and the child, before landing in the muddy ground in the distance.

"I'm sorry, sir! I shouldn't have fired the arrow when there were people around!"

Fermi had never dealt with anything like this before and was almost in tears: "I violated the militia's regulations, please punish me!"

"It's not your fault, nobody noticed the child."

Ronan comforted Fermi and then took the child down from his arms.

He asked the child's name and why the child hadn't gone to school and had come to such a dangerous place alone.

The child said his name was Charlie, and that his father wouldn't let him go to school, nor did he want to. He wanted to be a glorious and brave militiaman so he wouldn't have to worry about his father beating him and his mother.

He had heard that all the important figures in the Thorn Territory were here, so he came specifically to show off his skills and let them know how brave he was.

"You are indeed very brave, but courage is only meaningful when it is used in the right way."

Ronan chuckled and patted the boy's head, then told him to stand at attention in a serious tone.

"Being a militia member means not only honor, but also responsibility. Now that you've made a mistake, I'm going to punish you with militia discipline—you need to obey orders immediately and go back to school. I'll talk to your father myself when I have time."

"yes!"

Watching the militiamen on duty lead Charlie away from the firing range, Bartucci asked, "Are you really going to that child's house? Just to get him into school?"

"Of course. This is an event of equal importance to the new type of arrowheads."

Ronan glanced at the bewildered chief knight.

In fact, he knew this situation would happen sooner or later, even before he started the school. Although he tried his best to promote education, there are still dropouts in modern society, let alone in this ignorant and backward land.

This is a tough battle; we can't rush it, nor can we let our guard down.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Resisting interference is an important skill for a marksman, isn't it?"

Ronan smiled and said to Fermi, "Come on, let's try again."

"receive!"

Fermi cleared his mind and fired a shot with perfect angle and power.

This time, the arrow pierced through both chainmail and plate armor, with a slightly better penetration than the previous arrow. This is basically the maximum effect achievable on the battlefield.

"This level of strength is sufficient to deal with heavy infantry, but the rebels have a large number of elite heavy cavalry, so it will probably be difficult to stop them with this."

Howard sighed, and several battalion commanders around him echoed his sentiments.

What do you think?

Ronan noticed that Madonna seemed to have something to say.

"I found it surprisingly easy... when I moved the arrow that was aimed at Charlie just now."

Maddale thought carefully, "Because the arrow already has speed, I only need to add a little force on top of that, instead of starting from a completely stationary state."

"Hiss, could it be...?"

Ronan immediately looked at Fermi, "Shoot again!"

This time, Ronan had Madonna accelerate Fermi's arrow after it was fired.

An astonishing scene unfolded: the scarecrow's plate armor and chainmail were pierced through with unstoppable force, the scarecrow was riddled with arrows, and the arrow shafts emerged from the back, telling a simple yet powerful story.

The battalion commanders present all gaped in astonishment.

Even a fully awakened knight would be finished off if hit like that—at least according to Bart, he would have run as far away as possible if he had encountered it, and he righteously emphasized that this was not cowardice, but a righteous retreat.

"Very good, now the rebel heavy cavalry should have no objections."

Ronan burst into laughter.

In the afternoon, the militia's crossbowmen received a brand-new shooting training exercise.

With the help of Madonna, they would practice shooting with the new arrows and familiarize themselves with each other's coordination so that they could deliver a crushing blow to the rebels in wartime.

The archers participating in the training were thrilled, and when they witnessed the power of "Meadell's Arrow" (named by Ronan), their cheers resounded throughout the training ground.

As a result, Medal earned the nickname "Goddess of Arrows" and became very popular among the militia, especially the crossbowmen.

So much so that after each exercise, the attacking side, playing the rebels, would complain: "Maidel is just too overpowered! How can the defenders play without her?"

Left with no other option, Ronan had to give both Li Yan and Hai Yue to the attacking side and further adjust the number of players on both sides, which put enough pressure on the defending side again.

Ronan, not forgetting his own vision, worked diligently in his spare time and finally completed a sketch in three days.

"Is this the 'steam engine' you were talking about?"

After training ended that day, Meidel was taken to Ronan's office.

Looking at the blueprints on the table, and then at the boiling teapot on the stove, the girl blinked her pale pink eyes in a daze.

Both are essentially boiling water—and through Ronan's description, she realized that the power of boiling water is far greater than people imagine.

Boiling water can lift a teapot, and it can also move the mainland.

So now, the only problem is that this sketch is really rough...

"This area isn't completely sealed, making it prone to malfunctions; the components here are too complex, making them easily damaged, which contradicts the concept of continuous power output; the gears are poorly positioned, making them prone to dislodging at high speeds, and..."

Maddie pointed out a whole host of questions without any expression.

Ronan listened, sweating profusely, feeling like he was back in high school, having his math teacher correct his work on the most difficult problems—who said this was a must-know for time travelers? You can't even figure it out without a science or engineering background!

When will liberal arts students be able to stand up for themselves?

"Sorry, I only have a general idea, after all, I can't really claim to know much about mechanical matters..."

"Yes, I can tell."

Meidel gave a mischievous smile, an expression rarely seen on her face.

"If you don't mind, I can try to revise it for you."

"Oh? You know about this?"

"I didn't understand before you explained it to me. But I have a slightly better sense of how metal works. Although I don't know if it's the same as your idea, based on the principles you explained, the machine I designed should be able to operate smoothly."

"Alright, alright! Here, take the pen!"

So their roles were reversed: Madonna became the one writing furiously at her desk, while Ronan served tea and water and assisted her.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night outside the window.

By the light of the oil lamp with its glass shade, the girl used a quill pen to finally trace the draft she had made with the silver-tipped pen.

After confirming everything was correct, she handed the final draft to Ronan: "Is this effect acceptable?"

"It's not just possible, it's absolutely possible..."

Ronan was overjoyed—although he didn’t have much knowledge of mechanics, he could tell that the design of the Maddale was basically the same as the frame of the steam engine in the world!

"Meidel, you are truly my treasure!"

"Thanks."

The girl looked a little nervous as she took a deep breath.

"Ronan, you too."

"No, no, I'll have to ask you to take care of the rest of the processing! By the way, it's getting late, you should go back and rest. Shall I take you?"

"……No."

"Huh? What's up?"

"It's alright. Goodnight, you should get some rest too."

After saying that, the girl hurriedly left the office, but she didn't go far. Instead, she stood by the door for a long time.

Hearing the rustling sound of papers being tidied up inside, Meidel buried her flushed face in her fingertips and took a deep breath.

"Fool……"

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