CHAPTER 42: WHAT KIND OF MONSTER

"Yes, sir. He brought a box of samples. We checked them—they’re different from both Lady Heddy’s and the kingdom’s production." The attendant bowed and quickly explained the situation clearly.

"I should go meet this Viscount Roster now. You two can continue researching the ray gun here or go to the dining hall for a meal."

After thinking briefly, Berion gave instructions and left the meeting room.

"Wilton, aren’t you curious about that Viscount Roster?"

"Aren’t you curious too? But Lord Berion would never let us meet that viscount."

Wilton shook his head, saying with certainty.

They were the kingdom’s foundation, that was right, but for the kingdom, never putting all eggs in one basket was always the best decision.

Having them meet directly wouldn’t be a good choice...

"All these magic bombs were produced by your workshop?" Minutes later, Berion stared in amazement at everything before him: "How many bombs can your workshop produce daily?"

He could clearly tell these magic bombs were far superior to the kingdom’s production led by the two major associations. More terrifyingly, every magic bomb was extremely standardized, as if all made by a single magician—every rune stroke was identical... but he knew very well this absolutely couldn’t be one person’s production!

How was this achieved?!

Viscount Roster’s status in his mind instantly rose several levels!

He felt this matter was definitely not simple...

"Currently about 700 daily, but Count Vilan Wells and over a dozen other families have decided to invest in it. Conservatively estimated, daily production could increase to 5,000."

"700?! 5,000!!! Where did you get so many mages?!"

Even Berion, who temporarily managed the Kingdom of Dawn in place of the king, couldn’t help exclaiming after hearing this.

According to the Royal Mage Society’s reports, magic bomb production required at least low-level mages. To rescue the north, they’d gathered almost all mages in the capital and hired numerous mage apprentices for charging to create the previous miracle...

Viscount Roster’s territory was near the capital—where did he get so many mages?

Daily production of 700 would require at least a hundred official mages plus thousands or tens of thousands of mage apprentices, right?!

Even legendary magicians couldn’t replace that many people.

"That’s our secret, Lord Berion. Even if you’re the Hand of the King, we can’t possibly tell you all our methods." Viscount Roster smiled: "My main purpose here is to ask you—exactly how many magic bombs does the kingdom need?"

"We need to stockpile at least a million magic bombs, maybe more! Just produce at full capacity—the kingdom will buy however many you make!" After who knows how long, Berion finally recovered from his amazement, then his face filled with joy.

With so many magic bombs, forget the Teylir Emirates—even against Gray Fort Empire, he’d dare fight!

"Of course, the price must be reasonable. You’re not the only option." Seeming to realize he’d shown too much joy, Berion quickly added.

"Naturally." Viscount Roster’s smile grew more brilliant: "We’re very confident about both production capacity and... price!"

How could traditional magicians compete with their assembly line operations and self-charging arrays?

The costs weren’t even in the same league!

In fair competition, he feared nothing.

After settling matters, just as Roster was about to leave, Berion stopped him: "Since your workshop can mass-produce magic bombs on such a scale, what are your thoughts on ray guns?"

"Ray guns?!" Roster was obviously stunned.

This was the first time he’d shown confusion since entering the castle.

"Seems you haven’t had time to visit Lady Heddy’s shop yet. The God of Technology recently bestowed many more Magic Conductor creations, the most novel being two types of ray guns. The kingdom intends to mass-produce them..."

Berion didn’t need to continue—Roster already understood his meaning: "We’ll consider this matter, but first I might need to visit Lady Heddy’s shop."

"Though all the kingdom’s border forces and even nobles’ private armies need large quantities of ray guns, I still must remind you—only mastered technology is the source of wealth." Berion looked deeply at Roster.

Vaguely, he seemed to have guessed how Roster territory actually produced magic bombs, but there was no need to say it out loud. As long as they could produce enough, that was fine.

The border situation was tense now—the more magic bombs the better!

His final words were just reminding the other party that if ray guns could also be handled, that would be even better.

There were rumors that this Viscount Roster was a believer of the God of Technology, and the God of Technology was the source of everything!

Night fell quietly.

The bright moon cast a layer of pale silver light.

Destructive Fist Eddie and his group had been exploring the mountains near the capital for most of the day.

Even now, Destructive Fist Eddie was still conflicted—had he been scammed? Had he overspent? To actually spend over 300 gold shields in that little shop!

He was about to go crazy!

Tree shadows constantly cast various menacing patterns on the ground, making the entire mountain range seem somewhat eerie and terrifying.

"Boss, should we find somewhere to rest for the night and continue tomorrow? It’s so dark, it’s hard to search."

"What do you know? These ruins are easier to find at night!" Destructive Fist Eddie snorted coldly, his steps not pausing at all.

It was this guy’s big mouth that made him conflicted for so long.

"Finally here!" Not far from them, two figures wrapped themselves in thick black robes, even covering their faces. Seeing Destructive Fist Eddie’s group, their excitement was barely containable.

"Ghost, you sure the information you got is correct?"

"Nonsense, that Destructive Fist Eddie definitely has giant bloodline and became a mage apprentice." The guy called Ghost snorted: "This is already the fifth adventure party we’ve lured here. Don’t fail again and blame us for preparing the wrong bloodline. Time’s getting tight—we must quickly form combat power!"

"This time will definitely succeed. My baby is almost done evolving." Along with sinister laughter, the entire forest began to seem somewhat strange.

Destructive Fist Eddie suddenly stopped: "Careful, there’s danger!"

"Whooo... whooo..."

Just as his words fell, very heavy breathing immediately reached their ears.

Even just the breathing sounded somewhat deafening.

Suddenly, a massive and twisted human figure appeared in their field of vision.

This was a huge monster standing 10 meters tall, covered in horrific stitched wounds, as if randomly cobbled together.

The monster looked very twisted, as if even standing upright was extremely difficult, but with just a casual swing of those massive arms, surrounding trees would crash down!

"Hiss— What kind of monster is this?! How could there be such a monster near the Kingdom of Dawn’s capital?!" Destructive Fist Eddie couldn’t help gasping.