The Crown Prince of France
Chapter 1169

Industrial Feast (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

1,383 words•5 min read•0 views
2mo ago•

Vedrina stood stunned for a full half minute before suddenly nodding. "This really is a good method. No, it's practically a stroke of genius!"

He immediately pulled out a pen and spent quite a while writing and calculating. Then he turned the scratch paper toward Joseph, looking exceedingly excited. "That's right. The mold's structural strength can fully support it, and as long as cold water circulates through the pipes, the temperature of the cannon barrel's inner layer won't exceed 400 degrees Celsius, and it will quickly drop to 100 degrees."

The way he looked at Joseph had completely changed.

He had always heard people say that the Child of Divine Grace had many astonishing inventions, but he had always believed those things were merely announced by others under the Crown Prince's name.

But he had never heard anyone mention this casting plan before. Clearly, the Crown Prince had come up with it on the spot.

It was simply unbelievable. Though it was only a small trick, it was absolutely brimming with ingenuity and had effortlessly solved a major problem!

Many thanks, Mr. Rodman, Joseph silently said to himself, then cleared his throat. "Ahem, as long as you think it will work.

"Oh, don't apply for a patent on this technique. It is to be used only within your Breech-loading Cannon project team. Keep it confidential. Of course, you will still need to refine the specific technical details."

When all was said and done, it was merely running water through the middle of the mold, but he knew the actual implementation could not possibly be so simple. What material the pipes should use, what diameter they should be, and what flow rate was suitable would all have to be determined through repeated testing.

As for patents, the core trick of the

End of Chapter
Novel

Explore the wiki