Fengxi also understood the beginning and end of the matter, although he was confused, but he still did according to the words of the head of the Rubin family.

Bill was unceremonious, holding the drawings and discussing the production of bullets with him overnight.

The Laurent family has dedicated swordsmiths, as well as expertly crafted craftsmen.

After Bill handed over his drawings to Windbreath, he took full responsibility for the matter.

Without the slightest drag, both of them entered their own roles.

Bill returned to the dormitory where Rubin had been staying, and the walls were covered with calligraphy and calligraphy, and Bill realized that Mr. Rubin liked these elegant things.

Carefully placing the remaining few rolls of paper beside the bed, Bill turned off the lights and fell asleep hastily in order not to disturb Fiona's rest.

And Wind Breath is also an overnight hosting matter, to find a special craftsman to solve the problem of making bullets.

He asked a lot of things, and finally at the request of Bill and Rubin, he began to have the craftsmen produce bullets, although it was strange that the weapons that Bill used, as a housekeeper who knew the head of Rubin's house, he showed enough trust to go according to the plan.

The cost of the production of bullets was about two gold coins each, which was determined by taking into account the expenses of the craftsmen's work and the delicate means of making the bullets, and the wind breath hired two craftsmen overnight, and they could produce twenty qualified metal bullets for Bill every day.

Of course, Bill didn't know any of this, and he didn't know that it was so troublesome to make bullets, and he thought that the only bullet in his pistol was too little!

The bullets are not doped with gunpowder, because Piergewater's pistols are powered by energy, called eternal energy, which can be driven by rune stones or the energy of the gifted, and it relies on an energy circuit called the magic pattern array to achieve energy conduction, and these inscriptions, to some extent, are as precious as the rune inscriptions.

[Soul Hunter] is a third-order firearm, and the magic pattern array is its main core drive, that is to say, it has reached the level of three levels perfectly, and the pistol has a magazine, if Bill disassembles the magazine, you can know that the pistol can only hold a total of four bullets.

Four, really few, as rare as Bill's seed energy.

But Bill is already content, what he holds in his hand is not an ordinary sword, but a very important strategic resource in the empire, and the best goods that countless people can't get.

All it takes is to wake up tomorrow and slowly study this pistol so that Bill can really put it to good use in battle!

There was not much time left for the night, and when Bill woke up, his eyes had not yet opened, and he felt that a person was coming.

Bland, simple Fiona.

When Bill opened his eyes, he saw Fiona, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, with striking black and red broken hair, a swordsman cloth dressed in white apprentice clothes, with a charming aura of youth and beauty, if it weren't for the stabbing sword in her hand, Bill would definitely come up and give her a big hug.

But

A sharp sword aimed at the throat.

Bill, on the bed, was dumbfounded on the spot.

"Are you concerned?" Bill looked at Fiona's little face tense, and stretched out his fingers with some weakness, flicking the sharp tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword was steady, emitting a crisp trill, but it didn't move.

"How are you?! Didn't you come in again as a scoundrel? Can you protect me? Are you kidding?! A ruined waste......"

Bill exhaled a cloudy breath and felt that Fiona, like Lina, was in some ways unreasonable.

"Your mouth is so stinky, I can't tell you're still a girl."

Bill loosened his shoulders and lay down on the bed, then walked around the tip of Fiona's sword facing him, carefully avoiding it.

"I can't see it, because you're still a scoundrel! said、How do you count the two thousand gold coins that deceived me last time? ”

"Liar?" Bill scratched his eyebrows, walked to the window, and opened it.

"That's right! You shameless liar! That's our family's money! ”

"A thousand gold coins, huh?" As Bill spoke, he grabbed the blueprint next to his bed and walked out of the room.

"That's right! Where are you going? ”

"Dinner, of course!" The restaurant is downstairs, which Bill saw yesterday.

"Give me my money back!" Fiona carried her sword and watched Bill ruin her father's room without even folding the quilt, so she stomped her foot on the spot and slammed the door angrily to catch up with Bill.

Feng Xi was in charge of Miss Fiona's daily diet, and when she saw the two of them coming down, she immediately called someone to push out the prepared breakfast.

The breakfast is very rich, it is a typical nutritious package, scientifically matched, and all the top ingredients.

"Wind Breath, get me two thousand gold coins." On the side of the cart, Bill happily grabbed a green fruit from the cart and walked to the table.

Anyway, Rubin has explained all these matters, and he has no concerns about his generous behavior.

Soon, more than a dozen crystal coins were placed on the dining table next to Bill in confusion.

"Nong—take it! Miss Picking. ”

Fiona's forehead was covered with black lines, and her sword was clenched tightly in her hand, eager to stab Bill as he was picking up a napkin.

"This is my family's money, and more! This is where I eat! Get out of the way! ”

A sharp sword that gripped Bill's neck.

But the stewards and servants were accustomed to it, and their expressions naturally did not change at all.

"I didn't come to your house to ask you for a date, I ate here, who do you blame!" Bill picked up his knife and fork and gave Fiona a boring look.

"Huh!" Wind Breath couldn't help but laugh.

"What do you say!! Hum! I don't eat it. ”

Fiona's sword in her hand trembled, but she still didn't do it directly, but in a fit of rage, she ran straight out of the dining table in the living room.

"Huh?" Bill looked at the slowly delicious food that was slowly being served, and he was almost drooling with greed, but he also saw Fiona running around, and he was really afraid of making some trouble, and his task was to protect the young lady.

Bill, perhaps, was born with the ability to be angry, and he was successful every time he was angry.

Bill armed himself with a large plate of herb and black pepper steak and a small bowl of beautiful dim sum fruit, armed himself with his pistol and ran out with a roll of paper.

The rest of the housekeepers and subordinates were a little dumbfounded at the same time.

Feng Xi smiled, softly looked at the backs of the two running out, then shook his head silently, casually put away the crystal coins on the table, and then beckoned his subordinates to eat together.

Miss Fiona doesn't eat if she doesn't want to, it's not something anyone else can do, except for her father.

Bill didn't have to go far to see Fiona burrow into her beautiful training hall, the vaulted building closed by huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The glass door was locked, and Bill couldn't get in with his plate.

He didn't care, Fiona didn't run around anyway, and he didn't bother to meddle.

In this way, while looking at the drawings, Bill ate a snack, and from time to time tore off a piece of steak with his hands and chewed it, and the meal was delicious.

This is much better than my own green vegetable and radish soup, and it is too delicious.

And the sad Miss Fiona, sweating in the training gym, glared at Bill's ugly eating appearance.

Bill didn't know etiquette, and he never wanted to learn these things, but his approach coincided with the iron-blooded military lifestyle that his father cultivated, no red tape, and everything was simple.