You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!After thinking for a while, the man known as His Majesty William touched his chin and said loudly: "Don't be so dismissive, just call me William. I like this new name.

It doesn't matter if you suffer a bit. I have to admit that other people's munitions are really easy to use, with strong firepower, sufficient output, and they are not jammed.

As expected, it was able to dominate the mainland power in just three hundred years. Don't worry about this matter, Karl will handle it."

Simon, the captain of the Farroland Palace Guard, listened blankly. He didn't like the group of warmongers, and he did more than they did in the past.

"As for the old brothers who are fooling around outside, the enemies have all jumped under our noses to do things, how can they sit still?

Don't tell me, those guys have already grown grass."

With nostalgia on his face, William didn't care much, sat down on the bluestone steps outside the pavilion, and said in a leisurely tone.

Simon touched the cyan hair on his forehead and sighed: "During this time, Karl found their place, but they are already discouraged and may not come back again."

"is it?"

William pulled out a green grass on the ground, held it in his mouth, and muttered: "I used to think that living alone in this world must have some meaning, such as doing something worthy of praise.

But now, I understand that people are here to be beaten when they live in this world.

The difference is that some people are beaten down and lose their temper.And some people want to continue with tears."

Simon didn't say a word, he sat next to the king, and stared at the corner of the garden with him, the flag embroidered with a red dragon.

"Bah! Shit disheartened!"

Spit out the bitter grass stalk in his mouth, William coldly snorted, "Is it embarrassing to lose? A group of big masters, it's been a hundred years, don't tell me, they haven't crawled out of the pit!"

The breeze brought the fragrance of flowers and plants, and wisps of sunlight fell on the shabby flag.

Simon shook his head lightly: "Carl hasn't made up his mind yet, after all, he said it at the beginning, don't disturb them living in seclusion."

William stood up when he heard the words, yawned, and rubbed his hands: "I don't care about this. Let Karl inform them immediately, saying that someone is going to harm his father, and let the sons hurry to protect his father.

Remember to tell them to move quickly, roll back quickly, and later, Dad, I will be beaten by someone."

Simon was speechless when he heard this, but the king was the same, always wanting to be their father.

"Then I went?" Simon asked in a low voice.

William said impatiently: "Hurry up!"

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On the eleventh floor of the White Tower of Order, the director's office, Alfred is still bargaining with Karl.

"Force guns, armor-piercing bullets, magic hunting bullets...we will buy all these materials at the price!"

Carl's voice was flat, and there was no wave in his eyes, as if this was not a big order of more than one million gold coins.

War is about burning money, and when the gunfire is fired, money is spent like water.

A gleam of joy flashed in Alfred's eyes, and business talks fell into a half.

He tentatively asked: "What about our paid assistance agreement?"

This time the Steam Alliance has taken a lot of action. If Farolan can afford the price, they will send a large number of troops to fight.

Of course, there is no free lunch in this world.

"No, thank you for your kindness." Karl said blankly.

Alfred frowned: "Chief Carl, are you sure you don't need our help?"

"No need."

A gleam of light flashed in Carl's gray eyes, and that was nothing but the guns and ammunition. Whoever bought it was bought, and the quality of the Steam Alliance was higher.

But the paid assistance agreement has many pitfalls, including terms such as tariff reduction, land lease, how many Force factories are allowed to be opened by the other party, and the products can compete with market shares fairly.

Carl knows very well that with the current overall level of the Farroland industrial system, technically it cannot compete with the Silver Eagle Federation.

Once the Steam Alliance builds various Force workshops on a large scale in Faroland, it will be a disaster for the local companies that produce Force equipment and ammunition.

Therefore, certain protection is necessary. Previously, those firearms of the Steam Alliance would be subject to high tariffs if they entered the Faroland market.Ai Wei Novel www.avtxt.com

Moreover, it limits the number of people from the Silver Eagle Federation to open Force factories in Faroland, does not enjoy relevant preferential policies, and the tax rate is higher than that of local companies.

Don't underestimate these things. Although in a world with extraordinary people, force is the foundation for maintaining rule, the game in the economic field still exists.

In particular, the production system related to the transcendents, the four major organizations dominate the entire continent, have their 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 Saigon mainland market.

For example, the [Nature Source] often used by Rennes was purchased by the Demon Hunter Association from the School of Nature.

The Steam Alliance is the world's largest munitions supplier. The low- and medium-quality Force Firearms and special ammunition they produce sell well across the continent.

To put it bluntly, none of the four major organizations can cause many small countries to go bankrupt and plunge into civil strife without having to do it themselves.

And if the Nokman Empire and the San Joan Empire go into full-scale war, these two countries will not be the only ones who will be involved. The war can spread to most of the Saigon continent.

The ticking sound of the wall clock echoed in the office.

Hearing Carl's unceremonious rejection, Alfred was silent for a while.

He wasn't angry either, but was surprised and asked, "You seem to be 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 self-confidence, but I didn't expect to be alive after losing."

Carl said blankly that they gave up a hundred years ago, but this time, there is no way out.

No matter who it is, if you want to destroy this country, you have to step over his body!

Alfred laughed when he heard the words, he got up from his chair and said loudly: "Before coming, my father said, don't want to take advantage of the purgatory butcher, so he didn't even look at the paid assistance agreement. "

Alfred's father, Daniel Farley, is a sanctuary-level [Splitting Black Warrior], one of the members of the Steam Alliance.

"Say hello to your father for me."

There was a rare smile, Carl said softly.

"I will, and, in a year, I will go to war." Alfred said with a smile.

He is not a businessman, but a warrior. Although the business hasn't been negotiated, he admires the bloody warriors.

Not all transcendents are willing to fight for ordinary people.

"Do you want money?" Karl frowned and asked with a smile.

"It's free, I believe, Hal, Keisha, Michel, Raphael, Antonio, Chris, Sophie... all these people will go.

At that time, let's see who is the strongest of this generation!"

Alfred is sonorous and powerful, full of iron and blood, no matter how many calculations and games are off the court, he will eventually return to the battlefield.

After speaking, he bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Watching him out of the office, Carl stood up and walked to the portrait.

There are 14 young people on it, but now they are all old. Carl stretched out his hand and gently stroked the picture frame, muttering to himself: "Are we out of date?"

Haha!

There was a loud laughter. Simon put his hands in his pockets, strode into the office, teasing: "Why, the butcher can't even lift the knife?"

Carl rubbed his palms and glanced at his old friend: "That's not true, but I think this generation of young people is particularly amazing."

"Indeed, better than me."

Simon sighed. He is now the pinnacle of Tier 4, and he is not nominated for a gun. He is not sure that he can take Raphael and Alfred who just met on the road.

Carl took out a few letters from the drawer and asked, "What did your majesty say?"

"One word, war! People are getting old and lose the spirit of the past, but they can't make a group of young people look down!" Simon said with a smile.

"What if they don't come?"

"Your Majesty said, let them come back to save Dad."

Carl smiled softly: "Alright, let us teach these young people what military might is!"