"Please leave the venue if you are unwilling to sign a confidentiality agreement." Marcus said, spreading his hand and pointing his fingertips to the door covered in golden incantations.

However, 2 seconds passed, and no one got up.

"Very well, then please sign this contract."

With that, Marcus sent out a contract wrapped in gold edges.

The seemingly thin paper, with an elegant trajectory in the air, flipped and fell to Hua Zhe's desk.

Hua Zhe took the paper, then raised his right arm, stretched forward, and opened his right hand. And he let the deed hang in his hand:

"I, Hua Zhe, am willing to keep everything I hear in a moment a secret for life until I die. If you break it, you will pay the price with your blood and soul."

As soon as the old man's words fell, he saw a circle of holy white flames on the edge of the contract, and then six holy white threads of light burst out of the contract, followed the old man's fingers, brushed the back of his hand, and 'invaded' his body like an electrical circuit.

Half a second later, the 'magic began to flow back', and the light filaments turned into the flaming red that the Red Devils were proud of.

After another second, the light filament faded away from Hua Zhe's right hand.

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A strange burst of fire sounded.

Two square words burned by the flames appear on the contract. It is the name of Hua Zhe (Holy Type Text).

Hua Zhe covered his hand and handed the suspended contract to Wen Xinghai beside him.

After Wen Xinghai took it, like Hua Zhe, he raised his right arm, hovered the contract in front of his palm, and then began to swear: "I, Wen Xinghai, am willing to keep everything I hear for life confidential......

Such an oath was repeated 7 times. The number of names on the contract has gradually increased from one to eight.

After the last general 'signed' his name, he returned the deed to Marcus.

"Very well, so that I can tell you with confidence the reasons for the Pope's will." Marcus said as he flipped his hand and tucked the contract into the space velvet of his cuffs.

Marcus held out two fingers, palms towards him, and then put one away: "There are two reasons for this, the first of which is that the Pope is worried that this weapon will fall into the hands of the Demon Clan."

"If that happens...... Marcus asked, staring at the eight Red Demon generals sitting at the conference table, "Do you have the magic or equipment to defend against this weapon?"

"But I have a moat in every border city." Hua Zhe frowned and questioned.

"I can tell you responsibly that the maximum power of that magic weapon can directly penetrate the magic barrier of all border fortress cities."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.

"And, in case a demon with a gun teleports into the city. How are you going to deal with it? Even if you can destroy the demon in the first place, as long as the demon fires a shot before it dies, it will cause unpredictable damage."

Marcus said as he projected an envisioned image on the wall of the room: the demon who had been decapitated with a knife fired a shot horizontally at the nearby building before he died. Immediately, a black-purple bullet, in the blink of an eye, pierced through the residential area hundreds of meters away.

Looking at the projection behind Marcus, the faces of the eight generals sitting at the table completely turned earthy.

"You don't have the magic to stop the Hammer." Marcus frowned, and said with concern, "Speed Limit, Magic Gun Limit, Bullet Filtering, Laser Control, none of these high-level magics can be used."

"Do you want us to plant more than a dozen elves in every city? Then you don't have to be self-governing."

Cold sweat continued to flow down the sideburns of these Red Demon generals.

They were speechless.

"Hey" Looking at the bitter and hateful expressions of these Red Devils, Marcus closed his eyes and sighed.

After a few seconds of pause, the men were given a short break. He continued:

"Of course, these are just the first reasons for the Pope's concern. The second reason is that the Pope fears that once these Devils are in battle, the demons will send more troops than you can bear, and a chain reaction will be triggered."

"Please think about it, after you build up your armament, will the demon clan sit back and wait for death?"

"This ......" "Hehe"

Some of the generals looked embarrassed, while others smiled to ease their embarrassment.

"Surely not, because they are demons, a race that feeds on pain and life. So once the casualties on your side are too low, they will send out more powerful demons."

"So, if they send a 'high-level unit' that can withstand the magic guns' lasers, do you have any other 'alternatives' to the magic guns?"

Hearing this, some generals wanted to mention a magic cannon, but in the end, no one proposed it.

Because although the magic cannon is quite powerful, the attack frequency is not at all comparable to that of the magic gun, and the accuracy is also a problem.

"People (demons) have a variety of high-level attack magic, a variety of high-level defense magic. But you, except for a magic weapon, don't have any high-level offensive means, and you can't even use a high-level defensive magic. I ask you, what will you do to protect the city at that time?"

"Moreover, in fact, the fall of a city is not terrible in itself, but the terrible thing is that once it falls, your magic guns will fall into their hands."

"You can't beat it, and then you won't be able to beat it."

"Besides, if the first city misses, who can guarantee that they won't march into the second city immediately?"

Marcus said as he rubbed his knuckles against his forehead. The frowning brows, the eyes with a hint of anger, all with a touch of anxiety. A touch of anxiety like the Red Devil in the seat.

Inhale ~ exhale.

He quickly adjusted his breath and concluded, "The above is the reason why the Pope forbade you to create and equip this Black Feather Magic Bolt. I hope you will keep it a secret."

As the words fell, the room fell completely silent.

The eight generals sitting at the conference table all had earthy faces.

There was no sound in the room of 11 people.

After a few seconds, the commander-in-chief, Hua Zhe, who looked a little haggard, spoke, "Please rest assured, we will keep it a secret. So what are you going to do with the key and blueprints of the magic gun?"

"Better leave it to us, and we'll sell it at a better price, and return it to your treasury."

"Okay, I'll give you the key first. As for the blueprints......" the Commander-in-Chief said as he delivered the parchment (remote) with the key circle drawn on it to Marcus.

Before Hua Zhe could finish speaking, Marcus replied, "We have already sent someone to the arsenal, and the commander-in-chief has nothing to worry about."

"Hehehe...... That's right."

Hua Zhe was made to laugh and cry by this unexpected and reasonable answer.

"It's really the Pope, it's so fast......" he blinked in embarrassment, and did not continue to speak.