After thinking for a while, the man known as His Majesty William touched his chin and said loudly: "Don't be so outspoken, just call me William. I like this new name.
It doesn't matter if you suffer a little loss. I have to admit that their weapons and equipment are really easy to use, with strong firepower, sufficient output, and no jamming.
It is indeed a force that can dominate the continent in just three hundred years. Don’t worry about this matter, Karl will take care of it.”
Simon, the captain of the Faroran Palace Guard, listened expressionlessly. He didn't like those warmongers and they did more than they did back then.
"What about those old brothers who are fooling around outside? The enemies have jumped right under our noses to cause trouble. How can they still sit still?
Don't tell me, those guys have grass growing on their graves."
With a look of nostalgia on his face, William didn't show any particularity. He sat down on the bluestone steps outside the pavilion and said in a leisurely tone.
Simon touched the blue hair on his forehead and sighed: "During this period, Karl found their location, but they are already disheartened and may not come back again."
"Yeah?"
William pulled out a piece of grass from the ground, held it in his mouth, and murmured: "I used to think that a person living in this world must have some meaning, such as doing something worthy of praise.
But now, I understand that people live in this world just to be beaten.
The difference is that some people have been beaten flat and lose their temper. But some people have to continue with tears in their eyes."
Simon didn't say anything. He sat next to the king and stared with him at the flag embroidered with a red dragon in the corner of the garden.
"Bah! Bullshit frustrated!"
Spitting out the bitter grass stems in his mouth, William snorted coldly: "Isn't it a shame? It's been a hundred years for these old men, don't tell me, they haven't climbed out of the pit yet!"
The breeze brought the fragrance of flowers and plants, and wisps of sunshine fell on the shabby flag.
Simon shook his head gently: "Karl hasn't made up his mind yet. After all, we made a promise not to disturb their seclusion."
After hearing this, William stood up, yawned and rubbed his hands: "I don't care about this, let Karl inform them immediately, saying that there are unscrupulous people who are coming to harm dad, and ask the sons to come and protect his dad.
Remember to tell them to move quickly and get back quickly, because if they are late, Dad, I will be beaten flat."
Simon was speechless when he heard this. Wang was still the same, always wanting to be their father.
"Then shall I go?" Simon asked softly.
William said impatiently: "Hurry!"
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On the eleventh floor of the White Tower of Order, in the director's office, Alfred was still bargaining with Karl.
"Force firearms, armor-piercing bullets, magic hunting bullets... we bought all these materials at the price!"
Karl's voice was calm and his eyes were calm, as if this was not a large order exceeding one million gold coins.
War is about burning money. When the artillery fire goes off, money is spent like water.
Alfred's eyes flashed with joy, and the business was half done.
He asked tentatively: "What about our paid aid agreement?"
The Steam Alliance is making big moves this time. If Farolland can afford the price, they will send a large number of troops to participate in the war.
Of course, there is no free lunch in this world.
"No, thank you for your kindness." Karl said expressionlessly.
Alfred frowned: "Director Carl, are you sure you don't need our help?"
"unnecessary."
A glimmer of light flashed in Karl's gray eyes. Those guns and ammunition were just that. They could be bought by anyone. The quality of the Steam Alliance was higher.
But the paid assistance agreement has a lot of pitfalls, including tariff reduction, land lease, how many force factories the other party is allowed to open, and the products can compete fairly for market share, etc.
Karl knows very well that with the current overall level of Faroland's industrial system, it cannot technically compete with the Silver Eagle Federation.
Once the Steam Alliance builds various force workshops on a large scale in Farolland, it will be a complete disaster for local companies that produce force equipment and ammunition.
Therefore, a certain degree of protection is necessary. Previously, the firearms of the Steam Alliance would be levied high tariffs if they entered the Faroland market.
Moreover, it limits the number of people from the Silver Eagle Federation who can open Force factories in Farolland, does not enjoy relevant preferential policies, and the tax rate is higher than that of local companies, etc.
Don't underestimate these things. Although in a world with extraordinary beings, force is the foundation for maintaining rule, games in the economic field still exist.
Especially the production system related to extraordinary people, the four major organizations dominate the entire continent, and they all have their own foundations and methods of operation.
For example, in the production of potions, the forces under the Natural School have the highest output and the most advanced technology, almost monopolizing more than half of the market in Saigon mainland.
For example, the [Natural Source] that Ren often uses is purchased by the Demon Hunter Association from the Natural School.
The Steam Alliance is the largest arms supplier in the world. The medium and low-quality force firearms and special ammunition they produce are sold throughout the continent.
To put it bluntly, the four major organizations can directly bankrupt many small countries and fall into civil strife without having to take action personally.
And if the Nokman Empire and the St. Joan Empire went into full-scale war, these two countries would not be the only ones to fight. The war would be enough to spread to most of the Saigon continent.
The ticking sound of the wall clock echoed in the office.
Hearing Karl's unceremonious refusal, Alfred was silent for a while.
He was not angry at all, but asked in surprise: "You seem confident that you can win this war?"
He could feel that the other party's attitude was very firm and there was no room for negotiation.
"It's not that I'm confident, it's that I never thought I would still be alive after losing."
Karl said expressionlessly that they gave up defeat a hundred years ago, but this time, there is no retreat.
No matter who wants to destroy this country, they must step over his body!
Alfred laughed when he heard this. He stood up from his chair and said loudly: "Before coming here, my father said not to take advantage of the Purgatory Butcher, so he didn't even look at the paid assistance agreement.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Alfred's father, Daniel Farley, like Carl, is a Sanctuary-level [Sky Black Warrior] and one of the councilors of the Steam Alliance.
"Send my regards to your father."
With a rare smile, Karl said in a gentle voice.
"I will, and, a year later, I will go to the war." Alfred said with a smile.
He is not a businessman, but a warrior. Although the business has not been settled, he admires those bloody warriors.
Not all extraordinary beings are willing to risk their lives for ordinary people.
"Do you want money?" Karl asked with a smile and a brow.
"Free, I believe, Hal, Kesha, Michelle, Rafael, Antonio, Chris, Sophie... these people will go.
Then let’s see who is the strongest of this generation!”
Alfred's tone was sonorous and forceful, full of iron and blood. No matter how many calculations and games he played off the field, he would eventually return to the battlefield.
After saying that, he bowed slightly, then turned and left.
After watching him leave the office, Karl stood up and walked to the portrait.
There were 14 young people on it, but now, they are all old. Karl reached out and gently touched the frame, muttering to himself: "Are we obsolete?"
Ha ha!
A loud laugh came, Simon put his hands in his pockets, strode into the office, and teased: "Why, the butcher is afraid that he can't lift the knife?"
Karl rubbed his palms and glanced at his old friend: "That's not true, I just think the young people of this generation are particularly amazing."
"Indeed, he is better than I was back then."
Simon sighed. He was now at the peak of the fourth level. Without mentioning the gun, he was not sure that he could take down Raphael and the Alfred he just met on the road.
Karl took out a few letters from the drawer and asked, "What did your Majesty say?"
"One word, war! As we get older, we no longer have the same spirit as before, but we can't let a group of young people look down upon us!" Simon said with a smile.
"What if they don't come?"
"His Majesty said, let them come back to save dad."
Karl smiled softly: "Okay, let us teach these young people what military power is!"