Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 257
After thinking for a while, the man called His Majesty William touched his chin and said loudly: "Don't be so obsessive, just call me William, I like this new name.

It doesn't matter if you suffer a little bit, I have to admit that their arms and equipment are really easy to use, with strong firepower, sufficient output, and they don't get stuck.

It is worthy of being able to dominate the power of the mainland in just 300 years. Don't worry about this matter, Karl will handle it well. "

Simon, the captain of the Farolan Palace Guard, listened expressionlessly. He didn't like the group of warmongers, and they did more than they did back then.

"The old brothers who are fooling around outside, the enemy has jumped under our noses to make troubles, how can they still sit still?
Don't tell me, those guys have already grown grass on their graves. "

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

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

"is it?"

William pulled out a stalk of grass from the ground, held it in his mouth, and murmured: "I used to think that living alone in this world must have some meaning, such as doing something commendable.

But now, I understand that people live in this world to be beaten.

The difference is that some people have been beaten to the ground and lose their temper.And some people have to continue with tears in their eyes. "

Simon didn't make a sound. He sat beside the king and watched with him the flag with a red dragon embroidered in the corner of the garden.

"Bah! Shit is disheartened!"

After spitting out the bitter straw in his mouth, William snorted coldly: "Aren't you ashamed? A group of old men, it's been 100 years, don't tell me, they haven't crawled out of the latrine yet!"

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

Simon shook his head lightly: "Karl hasn't made up his mind yet, after all, it was agreed at the beginning not to disturb their seclusion."

Hearing this, William stood up, yawned, and rubbed his hands: "I don't care about this, let Carl notify them immediately, and say that some bad people are coming to harm father, and let the sons hurry to protect his father.

Remember to tell them to move quickly and roll back quickly. If it is later, Dad and I will be beaten to the ground. "

Simon was very speechless when he heard the words. Wang was still the same, always wanting to be their father.

"Then I'm going?" Simon asked in a low voice.

William said impatiently, "Hurry up!"

………………

Alfred is still bargaining with Karl on the 11th floor of the White Tower of Order, the director's office.

"Original force guns, armor-piercing bullets, demon hunting bullets... We will buy all these materials at the price!"

Carl's voice was flat, and his eyes were calm, as if this was not a big order of more than one million gold coins.

War is burning money. When the gunfire is fired, money is spent like water.

A gleam of joy flashed in Alfred's eyes, and the business negotiation was only half done.

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

This time the Steam Alliance is making big moves. If Faroran can afford it, they will send a large number of troops to join the battle.

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

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

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

"unnecessary."

A gleam of light flashed in Carl's gray eyes. Those guns and ammunition are nothing more than anyone who buys them. The quality of the Steam Alliance is even higher.

But the paid aid agreement has a lot of pitfalls, including tariff reduction, land lease, how many original force factories are allowed to be opened by the other party, and the products can compete for market share fairly and so on.

Karl is very clear that with the current overall level of the Farolan industrial system, it cannot compete technically with the Silver Eagle Federation.

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

Therefore, certain protection is necessary. In the past, those firearms from the Steam Alliance would be subject to high tariffs if they wanted to enter the Faroland market.

Moreover, the number of people from the Silver Eagle Federation who can open force factories in Faroran is limited, and they do 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 people, force is the foundation of maintaining rule, but the game in the economic field still exists.

Especially in the production system related to the extraordinary, the four major organizations dominate the entire continent, and each has its own foundation and mode 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.

The [Natural Source] that Renn often uses is purchased from the Natural School by the Demon Hunter Association.

The Steam Alliance is the world's largest arms supplier, and the low-to-medium quality force firearms and special ammunition they produce sell well all over the continent.

To put it bluntly, the four major organizations can directly bankrupt many small countries and plunge them into civil strife without having to do it themselves.

And if the Nocman Empire and the San Joan Empire were to go to war in an all-out way, these two countries would not be the only ones involved, and the flames of war would be enough to spread to most of the Saigon Continent.

The ticking of the wall clock echoed in the office.

Hearing Karl's unceremonious refusal, Alfred was silent for a while.

He wasn't angry, but asked in surprise, "You seem confident that you can win this war?"

He could feel that the other party's attitude was firm and there was no room for negotiation.

"It's not self-confidence, it's because I didn't expect to be able to live after losing."

Carl said blankly that they conceded defeat a hundred years ago, but this time, there is no retreat.

No matter who wants to destroy this country, he has to step over his corpse!

Alfred laughed when he heard the words, he stood up from the chair, and said loudly: "Before coming here, my father said, don't try to take advantage of the Purgatory Butcher, so he didn't even look at the paid aid agreement. "

Alfred's father, Daniel Farley, like Carl, is a Sanctuary-level Black Warrior and one of the members of the Steam Alliance.

"Say hello to your father for me."

With a rare smile, Carl said in a gentle voice.

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

He is not a businessman, but a samurai. Although the business has not been fully negotiated, he admires those bloody warriors.

Not all extraordinary people are willing to risk their lives for ordinary people.

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

"Free, I'm sure, Hal, Keisha, Michelle, Raphael, Antonio, Chris, Sophie...these guys will all go.

Let's see who is the strongest in this generation! "

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

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

After 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 reached out and gently stroked the frame, muttering to himself: "Are we outdated?"

Haha!

A loud laugh came, and Simon put his hands in his pockets, strode into the office, and teased, "Why, the butcher is afraid that he won't be able to lift a knife?"

Carl 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, stronger than I was back then."

Simon sighed, he is now at the pinnacle of Tier [-], he does not nominate a gun, and he is not sure that he can win Raphael and Alfred who just met on the road.

Carl took out a few letters from the drawer and asked, "What does Your Majesty say?"

"One word, war! I'm old and don't have the spirit of the past, but I can't let a group of young people look down on me!" Simon said with a smile.

"What if they don't come?"

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

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

(End of this chapter)