The assembly line of the munitions factory was obviously a product that was ahead of the times. Not only the Kallon Kingdom, but even the current Lassiman Kingdom did not have such an extremely efficient production method. In this era, the quality of a good weapon was always determined by whether the blacksmith shop's signboard was good or not. It depended on the craftsmanship of a certain master blacksmith.
Houdini could not help but think of the famous blacksmiths in Lachman. However, even the most famous "Smelter" Demans could only produce three high-quality weapons in a year. He approached the axe in front of him and tried to pick it up, but he found that he could only lift the handle with all his strength. He was shocked by the terrifying weight and could not help but look at Roddy.
"This is the equipment for the elite troops. Naturally, it is heavier than the average longsword."
Apparently, he had already given the instructions for the display of the munitions factory. At this time, he just made a hand gesture, and a group of tall, well-armored barbarian soldiers came not far away.
"My lord!"
Erwin, the leader of the barbarians, shouted loudly. Together with ten of his clansmen, he saluted in front of Roddy. Although there were only eleven of them, the barbarian soldiers in the mithril enchanted armor gave the Lachman mages an indescribable sense of oppression. Because their average height only reached the barbarian soldiers' chests …
Roddy snapped his fingers, and Erwin easily picked up the axe he was using. This axe was obviously a product of the assembly line. There was a faint magic fluctuation on its surface. At a glance, the sorcerers present could see that it was a low-level "reinforcement" enchantment. Although it did not sound as powerful as "Flare of the Sun" or "Frost", Houdini narrowed his eyes at this.
In a real war, "reinforcement" enchantment could greatly extend the life of a weapon, so that the soldiers would not have to worry about the maintenance and repair of the weapon. With this enchantment, it proved that Roddy was really prepared to let these soldiers go to the battlefield!
This group of people was born for war. They were fundamentally different from the guys that the royal family used to put on a show of honor.
Houdini could not help but imagine the scene of thousands of such soldiers appearing on the battlefield. He could not help but shiver.
With such a munitions factory, as long as there was enough ore, the popularity of armors and weapons would not be a problem at all. In this era where most wars were fought by farmers "part-time", the consequences of having such an army were self-evident.
Roddy pretended not to see the frown on Houdini's face. He smiled and continued to lead the group of sorcerers through the munitions factory. After passing through the "armor assembly line", Roddy stopped in front of a door and shrugged. "The content behind is basically related to strategic weapons. I'm afraid I can't let you see it for now."
The word "temporarily" made one's imagination run wild. Houdini could not help but clench his fists under his robe. Roddy's words were obviously hinting at him: You want to see? That's fine, but we'll talk about it after we take out some chips!
In fact, Houdini was no longer hesitant about whether he should make the deal or not. He was more concerned about the political situation in Lassman. These things were too shocking to him. Just a few of them would be enough to raise his status in the kingdom. As for how to do it, it was an extremely difficult choice.
He was not the king of Lassman. If he wanted to gain more, he had to pay more. He might even have to take out all the money he had accumulated over the years …
Previously, Houdini was appointed as the envoy of Lassman because he had lost in the political struggle. After a period of hard work, he was frustrated in his career and could not enter the core circle of the parliament. In order to "appease" him, the higher-ups gave him this task to go through the motions and get some benefits.
But how could Houdini be satisfied? He dreamed of trampling his political enemies under his feet, but when he woke up, he could only stare blankly at the swaying porthole.
Now, the opportunity to turn the tables was right in front of him. Why should he hesitate?
After the tour of the Munitions Factory, it was time for the tour of the Pasha Magic Tower, which made all the mages hold their breath. After taking over the city, the internal structure of the magic tower had been completely changed. Whether it was the dazzling array of laboratories or the esoteric and obscure magic patterns, Houdini and the others were stunned for a long time, as if they had been slapped by a stick.
However, this did not mean that the Magic Tower at the core of Elsen would be completely open to them. Roddy only brought them around the first floor of the Magic Tower and then announced the end of the tour. This behavior was no different from bringing a pack of wolves that had been starved for three years to a roast lamb and then saying, "Alright, everyone can go now …"
The sorcerers of Lassman all looked at Houdini with undisguised pleading looks on their faces. However, Houdini frowned and did not raise any objections. Without a word, he followed Rody and ended the tour with him.
The atmosphere in the group was a little quiet and depressing, but Roddy still smiled and was very calm.
When it was time for dinner, Houdini directly asked to sit at the same table as Roddy. After the first toast, he unreservedly laid out all his cards in front of Roddy. He told Roddy about the resources that Lassman could use to trade at the moment, and even added his own "private goods".
"I've taken what I can, and I've taken what I can't, so … this is my sincerity."
He did not use any negotiation techniques, nor did he bluff. Houdini's behavior at this moment was completely different from his behavior in front of the royal family.
"Lord Houdini, you're exaggerating."
Roddy poured a glass of red wine for Houdini. There was a faint smile on his face, but in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he had made the right decision in a hurry!
Of course, he had heard of those classic diplomatic cases before he traveled to this world. Even if he had not eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. So, today's "tour" seemed simple, but in fact, he had put in a lot of effort to "trick" Houdini!
Why did he say "trick"? Because Roddy's introduction made Houdini misjudge the current level of Elsen City. In other words, the prophet mage did not realize that many of the buildings had not been opened because Roddy's current city level was not high enough. Perhaps it was because of the excessive reverence in his heart after being bombarded by Roddy. He directly regarded the current Elsen City, which was only Level 9, as a Level 17 city at its peak, and did not suspect a thing!
In terms of the scale of a city and the level of technology, the difference of eight levels was like heaven and earth.
It was precisely because of the feeling of being crushed by the "magic technology" that Houdini lost the courage to negotiate on equal terms. He directly admitted that he was in a disadvantageous position in the negotiation!
With this scene, Roddy knew that what he would gain next would be far beyond his previous estimation.
"Everything that Elsen can provide to your country …"
At the main table, Roddy and Houdini were chatting happily. At first, Houdini frowned, but as the conversation went on, he finally began to raise his glass frequently, and even laughed heartily. This scene naturally fell into the eyes of the surrounding mages, Camilla, Akasha, and Merinsera. Obviously, the cooperation between the two sides had a very good beginning.
Camilla was the one who helped Roddy set up the plan. At this moment, there was an indescribable excitement in her heart. But when her gaze fell on Merinsera, she slightly frowned. Fortunately, the two of them were sitting far away from each other, so Merinsera did not notice her vigilance. Merinsera smiled generously as she tasted the food, and from time to time, chatted with Akasha, who was sitting with her. She looked very comfortable.
The banquet lasted until late into the night. Seeing that Houdini was drinking happily, the mages of Lassiman naturally relaxed and went home. After seeing Houdini off, Roddy finally sat on the armchair and let out a sigh of relief. At this time, Camilla had already gone back to deal with government affairs. Naifei was not able to attend the banquet due to her identity and age. Akasha, on the other hand, was holding a drink for Roddy to sober up. Unfortunately, Roddy's alcohol tolerance was very poor. Although he tried to stay sober, he was already a little stuttering.
"W-what did you ask just now?"
"I asked you … Can this really make you drunk?"
Merinsera's body was completely different from a human's, so there was no concept of "drunk" at all. At this moment, she raised a glass of red wine and asked in a mocking tone.
Although it was mockery, Merinsera was actually more curious. After all, in her impression of Roddy, he had always been calm and collected. This kind of slow and confused reaction from Roddy was really new to her. When Dragons were curious, it was not a joke … If it wasn't for Akasha beside her, she would have probably pinched and pulled Roddy to see how he would react.
"Allergic … a little allergic …"
Roddy lied back on the armchair and answered with his eyes closed. Obviously, no one understood what he meant by "allergic". Merinsera only thought that he was talking nonsense. Anyway, she didn't care what Roddy said, so she chatted on. Suddenly, when she mentioned what happened to Roddy, she suddenly asked, "By the way, you said that you were completely ambushed by the undead in Pacaro City? What do you plan to do? "
"Undead?"
Roddy suddenly opened his eyes. This word seemed to wake him up in an instant. He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I-I am a vengeful person. Those scumbags, very, very soon, very soon, I will settle the score."
"Settle the score? How? Do you think you can find them? "
Merinsera didn't believe him at all. She curled her lips and turned around, only to find that Roddy had already fallen asleep in Akasha's arms. The red wine had too much of an aftereffect, and Roddy couldn't resist it in the end.
"I'll take care of him and go rest first."
Akasha smiled apologetically and called for a servant to help Roddy back to his bedroom. The hall quickly quieted down. Elsen City in the night sky had a mysterious beauty because of the faint glow of the magic circle. But Merinsera, who was sitting on the armchair, felt inexplicably disinterested. It was as if nothing around her attracted Roddy to chat with her.
This strange mood fluctuation confused her. She got up and looked at the night sky outside the window. Merinsera stretched out her hand and rubbed her cheeks. Her slightly distressed voice echoed in the living room.
"What's going on …"
*****
Across the dark night sky, from Elsen City to the north, after passing through the dense forest and the Gondola Ridge, a figure was walking in the dark on a gloomy forest path.
He was dressed in rags and looked no different from a refugee. His skinny body swayed as he walked. With the faint moonlight, one could see that his skin was gray and lifeless.
It was obvious that he was an undead.
There was a short sword hanging from his waist. Although it was only an ordinary iron weapon, one could see that its owner had taken good care of it. Halfway through the journey, the undead suddenly stopped and crossed a distance of five meters as if he had teleported. He skillfully hid behind a giant tree.
Seven meters away, a patrol team with torches leisurely walked through the forest path. The patrol team consisted of four normal humans with flesh and blood!
They seemed to be very interested in the figure of a widow, but they did not notice the undead hiding beside them. After hiding for a few breaths, the undead walked forward, heading in the direction of the patrol team. Not long after, he arrived at a prosperous village, and his figure disappeared into the shadows of the buildings.
This was a seemingly normal village. From time to time, the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs would break the silence. Occasionally, one could hear the crying of a child in a farmer's house.
But what was unusual was that … this was the Tasman Kingdom, the country of the dead.
In such a strange situation, the Elven Ranger Natha withdrew her gaze from the patrol in the distance. She leaped to the side and disappeared into the night without a sound.
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