Compared to Corinth, Athens was full of war, after the military operation to recover Argos, Molia's Roman army seemed to have become very low-key. Not only did it not mobilize and prepare for war, Justinian instead started to appease the refugees and resume production, and was not ready to continue to march. This made many people in the city very puzzled what the young man sold in the gourd.

Whether it was Neuski, Rio's garrison or Arslan, their proposals for march were rejected by Justinian several times, but now it was an excellent opportunity. You should know that Prince Theodor in the north attacked the Principal of Athens to relieve them of great pressure. The Achaean army, who was in a dilemma, obviously did not dare to act rashly after Nafplion was recovered. At this moment, in the empty Western border of the vassal state of Achaean, they were already interested in the Greek people of the Roman Empire. As long as Justinian was willing to recover most of the lost land, the Latins who were guarding a small number of military strongholds would become a rootless tree vulnerable. They did not believe that Justinian could not see this layer, but Justinian ignored their suggestions.

What's more, for some reason, Justinian stayed in his temporary mansion and rarely showed up. But the most bizarre thing was that Justinian issued a strange order that made people sweep the toilets, stables, pigs and cow houses, and courtyard corners in the city, using brooms and dustpans, and saw white rays, collect them all and sent them to Justinian. Not only that, even the nearby Nafplion was asked so, but in the eyes of others, this was simply a dirty thing. Everyone was confused when seeing Justinian's strange behavior.

It has been almost half a month, and Justinian has no intention of entering, which makes Neuski finally unable to contain his impatientness and wants to ask Justinian to understand.

"Get out of the way!" The unhappy Valangi man pushed away the guard who blocked him from entering. Facing the man with great strength, he knew his identity and knew the special nature of his guards in front of the door. There were not many obstacles to him and could only watch Neuski walk straight into Justinian's room.

As soon as he entered the game, a pungent smell came to his face. This was a smell he had never smelled before. It was like sulfur and something strange, very pungent.

Justinian in front of him was now tinkering with some dark things on the table, like powder, and there were many crucibles beside him, which looked extremely strange. A powerful governor of the Moria Military Region was actually making these things in the room at a critical moment, which made him speechless.

Looking at Neuski who suddenly broke in, Justinian was also a little surprised and couldn't help but stammer: "Nie... Neuski, why are you here?"

"What are you doing? Justinian, if I can't come again, can't you really spend so much time here?" The angry man in his voice looked at the young man in front of him and asked. It was obvious that Justinian's actions had exceeded the limit of Neusky's patience.

"You are the commander of the First Army now, aren't you an alchemist? Do you understand? We don't have time to waste!"

The man who punched the table roared angrily, obviously thinking that Justinian was doing this as a plaything. However, Justinian, who calmed down from surprise, now showed a serious expression on his face and replied: "In fact, I did not waste time. Neuski, although what I spent so long did was similar to the alchemist who pretended to be a ghost, the results achieved were worth it."

"It's worth it? You won't say that, right?" Neuski, who was slightly stunned, laughed furiously. He always valued the young man in front of him, but this time he couldn't agree. He thought that as soon as he came in, he only saw Justinian fiddling with the black powder-shaped thing on the table.

As expected, Justinian nodded calmly and said, "You are right. It is indeed these things. Although they have failed many times before, they finally succeeded. Come with me, Neuski."

As he said that, Justinian took out the small glass bottle he had prepared before and walked out with the black powder in his body. Neuski, who was full of suspicion, followed without saying a word. The two walked into the open space in the yard, and Justinian poured out the finely ground powder in the bottle and placed the bottle flat on the ground.

"What are you going to show me?" The big man Valangi couldn't help frowning and couldn't see what trick Justinian was going to make this time.

And I saw the young man in front of me showing a cunning smile, "Look at it with wide eyes, Neuski!" As he said that, he took out the fire note in his hand, Justinian took two steps back, then threw it gently and threw it on the ball of black powder. Neuski, who was staring at all this the next second, was completely shocked by the scene in front of him-

The moment Mars touched the black powder, a bright fire appeared in an instant. It was the first time I saw such a violent burning. The next second I heard a small glass bottle containing the powder shattered in front of him with a bang.

"This..." Neuski, who witnessed this scene, was his turn to stammer and speak in a difficult manner, "What's going on?"

Justinian, who had already prepared for Neusky's reaction, showed a smug smile, spread his hands and shrugged, and said, "I call it 'gunpowder', and for us now, it will be the new 'Greek fire'."

"Then what you collected before were the materials for making this thing?" Neusky, who had reacted from a long shock, understood what Justinian was doing for so long. He collected charcoal and sulfur to make this so-called "gunpowder".

"Well." Justinian didn't hide anything and nodded directly to admit. In fact, after the Battle of Fort Wiscari, he began to try it. He had no recipe for the powerful Greek fire, and it was completely gone after it was used up. Now there was not enough to support a war in his hands. Therefore, he needed other alternatives, and undoubtedly in this world, gunpowder was undoubtedly the best choice. The white rays he ordered people to collect was nitrite soil. He had heard that collecting some human and animal urine manure could make nitrite soil, and he personally tried it out.
Chapter completed!