In the Buffett Manor in Chaos City.
In the brightly lit study, Miss Hill was reading through some documents.
Her secretary walked in, and looked at Miss Hill as she said, "Young Mistress, the locomotive engineering department has been fully invested in cannon research and production. The engineers and workers are very enthusiastic."
Miss Hill put down the documents in her hand, and looked up at the secretary as she said, "Very good. Give all the engineers and workers a month's salary in advance, and distribute it tomorrow according to the previous standard."
This was a request from the city lord's castle. Miss Hill was already aware of what had happened in the Far Northern Glacial Plains of the Roth Empire.
This was a crisis that concerned the survival of all the races on the Norland Continent. As a banker who saw the Norland Continent as a market, she could see the opportunities lurking beneath the crisis.
Tomorrow, all the races would gather in Chaos City to discuss important matters, and barring any mishaps, they would sign a new peace treaty on the spot.
This meant that if the Norland Continent could survive this crisis, then it would welcome another 100 years of peace.
This was a very precious opportunity, and it concerned the survival of the Buffett Family.
As such, when she received the city lord's castle's request, she didn't hesitate at all, and immediately ordered all of the engineers and craftsmen under her command to invest in cannon production.
Perhaps she wouldn't be able to make any contributions on the front lines, but with the Buffett Family's wealth, she would be able to do many things in the rear.
"Oh, right. Have you tested the power of those cannons?" Miss Hill asked curiously.
The city lord's castle didn't say who had made those cannons, but if City Lord Michael was so interested in them, then they had to be quite powerful.
The secretary pulled out a piece of information from her bag, and presented it to Miss Hill as she said, "The city lord's castle just conducted a test today, and we received a report. The power of a small caliber cannon is equivalent to an explosive fireball released by a 3rd-tier magic caster, the power of a medium caliber cannon is equivalent to an explosive fireball released by a 4th-tier magic caster, and the power of a super large caliber cannon is equivalent to an explosive fireball released by a 6th-tier magic caster."
"It can reach the power of a 6th-tier magic caster?!" Miss Hill was a little surprised.
Even though super large caliber cannons were already considered metal behemoths, they were tools that could be used by normal people.
This meant that as long as there were enough super large caliber cannons, they would have a group of 6th-tier magic casters.
"This designer is truly a terrifying genius," The Hill couldn't help but exclaim.
She had seen the materials used for the cannons. Although they were rare, they were not expensive or precious. The goblins could provide them in large quantities.
However, no one would have thought that when these seemingly incongruous things were put together, they would burst forth with such terrifying power.
As for the cylindrical barrel, it gave the cannon the ability to launch long-range attacks.
However, if such a weapon of mass destruction had appeared a hundred years ago, the last racial war would have been even more terrifying.
The designer had chosen to take out the cannons at such a time probably because he had seen that the various races had decided to sign a peace treaty and that it would be difficult for them to start another war within a hundred years.
This kind of foresight made Hill admire him from the bottom of his heart.
"Recruit more blacksmiths in Chaos City and double their wages. Get them to join the team that makes the cannons. Try to increase production," Hill said to his secretary.
"Okay." The secretary took the order and left quickly.
Hill couldn't help but pace back and forth in the study. Troubled times, but they also contained great opportunities.
If she could go with the flow and seize the opportunity, she might be able to establish a foundation as big as her grandfather's.
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Moreton Manor.
Gloria listened to Geoffrey talk about the current situation of the Norland Continent with a grave expression.
She was silent for a while before she looked at Geoffrey, and said, "Grandpa, I want to donate the cloth workshop and all the cotton yarn and cloth in my hands to prepare warm clothes for the soldiers who are going to the Extreme North to resist the army of the dead."
Geoffrey looked a little surprised, but it quickly turned into relief. He nodded with a smile, and said, "The cloth workshop is already yours. You don't have to ask me for permission to make a decision. But, why are you doing this? "
Gloria said with a serious expression, "Now that all the races are separated by a strip of water, we can only fight for a chance of survival if we unite as one.
We can't go to the front line to kill the enemy, but we can do our part in the rear. Even if it's just to let the soldiers on the front line have warm clothes, it's better than doing nothing. "
Geoffrey nodded with relief. "That's right. This is a completely different crisis from the racial war 100 years ago, but it's also a rare moment when all the races on the Norland Continent can unite as one to fight against the enemy.
If we win, then the Norland Continent may enter the next 100 years of prosperity, and trigger the conditions for the integration of all the races. "
That would definitely be a great era full of imagination. For their generation, it was also the era that they wanted to see the most in their lifetime.
However, this era was destined to belong to the young.
Geoffrey looked at Gloria with appreciation. He wasn't worried about the legacy of the Family Moreton at all now. In the next era, Gloria would leave behind her own legend.
…
Meg didn't have to wait for too long before someone knocked on the door.
"Coming." Meg stood up to open the door. There were four young and capable ladies standing outside.
"Hello, are you here for an interview?" Meg asked the four ladies with a smile.
"Yes, Boss Ev introduced us to you for an interview." The leader was a short-haired lady with a gentle smile.
Meg stepped aside. "Please come in."
The four ladies walked in. Judging from their aura and demeanor, they seemed to be experienced. They didn't seem to be restrained at all. They were calm and made people feel comfortable.
"Please take a seat." Meg poured a glass of water for them, and then sat opposite the four ladies with Irina.
They were sizing up the four ladies who came for an interview, and the four ladies were sizing up the young boss and his wife.
They originally wanted to interview at the Titan Tavern. They heard that the Titan Tavern had recently won the gold medal at the Wine Tasting Conference, and the tavern's business was booming.
However, Miss Ev had recommended them to the Saipan Tavern across the street yesterday. It was said that the Saipan Tavern had also won the gold medal at the Wine Tasting Conference. Furthermore, the tavern didn't have any employees. They were in need of manpower, so they offered a good salary.
Meg spoke first. "I'm Hades, the owner of this Saipan Tavern. This is the lady boss. Can you introduce yourselves? It's best if you can tell us your work history separately. "
"I'm Jones, 18 years old this year. I've been a waiter in a tavern and restaurant for five years, and a small foreman for one year," the short-haired lady said first.
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