"What are we going to do? they're coming for us? Give them so much armor for free, Master Jones, we're going to go broke!" Dora panicked.

"No!" Jones said with a finger on his face, "It's bankrupt that we can't supply them with so much armor." ”

Lowering his head, he silently picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Gray.

What to do with the White Bone Holy Light Holy See?

Looking for Gray, of course. Except for Gray, there is probably no one in this world who can cure these crazy lichs.

Jones quickly wrote a letter to Gray, in which he sincerely told Gray that he was really poor, very poor, and could not provide such a huge support as "a million sets of armor" to the White Bone Holy Light Holy See.

"Unless you are ready to lead the White Bone Holy Light Holy See to conquer the Blood Clan with me, this matter will not be able to be done in any way. I can't even go bankrupt. ”

"They were going to 'interview' me, and I thought it might be some kind of hint of intimidation and blackmail. So, I had to report to you in advance. ”

On top of these two sentences, Jones made a special point, and then handed the letter to Dora and asked her to send it.

After leaving Salted Fish Harbor, Jones wrote to many people, but this was the first one he wrote to Gray. If he could, he probably would never want to ask Gray for help. As if asking for help from his father, Jones had a hurdle in his heart, and both of them were classified as off-limits.

But this time it was different, the situation was too critical. Those mad lichs can do anything. Morka is a case in point, and it's all tossed up to the point that it's not human, just because a group of lichs want to......

After Dora left in a hurry, Jones silently opened the other letters.

The content of the other replies is very consistent - asking for samples, asking for prices, and talking about conditions.

"There are blacksmiths in the Duchy of Besil itself, there are enough blacksmiths, but now the demand is just too great. The newly expanded manpower takes time to train, and they can't be good blacksmiths from the start. And if I expand the number of people, then I will have to face the problem of reducing the number of blacksmiths after the war. Because not so many blacksmiths were needed all the time. Overall, the cost is simply too high. ”

"We have tried to solve the problem through trade, but now all countries need weapons and equipment, and there are very few weapons and equipment available on the market, and they are very expensive. It would be great if you could provide it. Even if you provide a part of it, you can do it. ”

"A set of 100 gold coins for standard knight's armor including weapons, a set of 30 gold coins for heavy infantry armor including weapons, and a set of 10 gold coins for light infantry armor and weapons. A set of 100 gold coins for a full vest. I'm driving myself crazy. It's all written in the standard letter, if you can do it, send it over. Also, do you sell horses?"

"Can you make a crossbow? I need a lot of longbows right now!"

"We need to pay in installments, which can be given a cent. Can you accept it? I'm all over the place, so don't talk to me. ”

After reading it, Jones was stunned. Has the situation become like this? It seems like I've only been away for more than a month? Haven't we started fighting yet?

However, it seems that even when I am there, I am immune to these things.

The transfer of regiments above the principality, any bit, is money. Spending money is like running water. Equipment, food, everything. As for the Knights of the Silver Moon...... Well, the vast majority of members don't even have a salary. Even if there are those, sometimes they receive it and sometimes they don't, and they are paid according to their fate. It depends on whether Gray thinks about it or not, and whether he has any money in his pocket. Everyone doesn't seem to care much about it.

Thinking about it, Jones was relieved.

It has to be said that war does invigorate the economy. Take a look at these lists...... I hate that there are not enough people, and there is no shortage of business at all.

Of course, whether it can be done depends on the specific freight accounting.

This should be good news, right? Except that he accidentally revealed himself to the lichs that he had armor for sale here.

With this important thing out of the way, Jones got busy again.

Prospecting, mapping, and a trip to Hilde, where he told Adair that he needed some samples to be made by the blacksmith.

In the evening, Jones had already received a reply from Gray, whom Dora had brought back. There was only one sentence in reply: "Got it." ”

When he received the letter, Jones was a little confused, and he took the letter and looked up and down at the candlelight, left and right, and read it for a long time, but there was still only this one sentence. Not even a payment.

Jones was a little unconvinced that this was Gray's reply.

"Didn't he tell you anything?"

"Say......" said Dora, hesitantly, "he had told me to tell you, Master Jones, that he knew and would solve it." I didn't plan to reply. He wrote the letter only after I made a point of asking him to reply. ”

Frowning, Jones said to himself, "Isn't he going to help me out, if he wasn't going to help me out, he probably wouldn't let you say something like 'it will work out' to me." His promises will be kept. But if there is nothing wrong with that, why just reply with one sentence?"

Dora whispered, "I think he's too busy." ”

"Busy preparing for war?"

"No, I don't think his trouble is in preparing for battle, it should be the problem of the White Bone Holy Light Holy See. Lich...... They have great power, and they are indeed dedicated to justice, but they don't know how to deal with humans. Sometimes the technique is particularly crude, like a letter to Lord Jones. If it's Master Jones, you're fine, knowing that the Paladins will help you call the shots. The problem is not particularly big. But if someone else received a letter like that from the White Bone Holy Light Holy See......"

Dora didn't say any more, but Jones probably could have imagined.

Brutus said to Jones, "For the sake of justice, you shouldn't talk to us about money." Jones will know that is what he meant. But anyone else would probably think that the White Bone Holy Light Holy Light Holy See was blackmailing. Well, maybe he's just blackmailing. And I don't seem to think there's anything wrong with it.

The key is that their perception of quantity is also different from that of humans. A million sets of armor, even if all of them are light infantry armor, is 10 million gold coins...... It's still a question of who in this world can provide so many armor weapons. Whoever receives such a letter will go straight crazy.

Time began to pass bit by bit again.

Jones was busy exploring, surveying, and Patia was busy preparing for the smelter. In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

......

At midnight, two days after Jones and Adolf finalized their collaboration, a door to space opened at the hotel where Adolf lived.

Adolf walked out of the spatial portal with a tired expression, and the next moment, his expression froze.

Right in his room, the four Bloods were looking at him with stunned expressions.

Both sides seemed stunned.

The door to space behind him was closed, and Adolf silently took a step back, staring warily at the four Bloods. Clenched his wand tightly.

The four Bloods also stared at him warily.

"Who are you?"

"Isn't that what we should have asked you?" After a brief pause, one of the Bloods asked rhetorically, "Who are you? Are you a Bloodline? The Bloods don't need to use a wand. Just space magic?"

The answer to him was a mantra.

"Oh no! he's going to do it!" exclaimed one of the Bloods.

Before the others could react, Adolf had already raised his wand. In an instant, three of the four bloodlines had been restrained by blood-red magic rings. Similar to the Holy Binding with Jones, but instead of using the power of Light, it is a darker magic. One of the remaining Bloods skillfully dodged and lunged in the direction of the window.

Adolf jerked his face sideways, and with another spell, he held out a hand. A magical shield instantly condensed on the window. The Blood, who was about to escape, slammed into the shield.

A loud "bang" rang throughout the hotel.

The innkeeper, the elderly goblin, threw his head up sharply.

......

"Knock knock. ”

The innkeeper knocked on Adolf's door.

"Master Adolf, are you alright? I heard movement downstairs, it seems to be coming from your room!"

Behind the goblin boss is four guards.

"Master Adolf, are you there, can you please open the door?"

It took a while for a crack to open the door. Adolf's pale face was revealed. Not only was it pale, but there was blood overflowing from his mouth, and his chest was stained red with blood.

The goblin boss was startled, and hurriedly said, "Young Master Adolf, are you okay?"

"It's fine. Adolf replied softly.

"But I see you're vomiting blood. The goblin boss pointed to Adolf's blood-stained chin.

"It's not vomiting blood. Adolf said with a tired face, "It's just that I accidentally soiled my clothes while drinking blood." It was loud just now, and I heard it too. So accidentally knocked it over. I'm a blood clan, and blood is my food, and that's normal. ”

"Uh, okay. Have a nice day. Turning his face sideways, the goblin boss said to his guard: "Go to other rooms to look for it, it should be something wrong in other rooms, hurry!"

"Yes!"

......

Closing the door, Adolf sat down slowly against the wall. Lowering his head, he coughed heavily, coughing up a wisp of blood, and then looked to the side.

The four blood clans in the room were silent.

Adolf leaned against the wall and gasped heavily, before recovering for a moment.

Supported by his wand, he slowly stood up, walked over to the corpses, examined them one by one, searched out all the things on them, and looked at them carefully, one by one.

However, nothing was found.

He could only sit on the ground, staring helplessly at the ceiling, and muttering to himself, "Who are these people? Why are they here? Did someone send them? How much do they know?"

As he spoke, he paused lightly with his wand, and a gust of wind instantly swept up in the room.

The four corpses, along with all the belongings they had brought, as well as the blood stains on Adolf's mouth and chest, had all turned into fine sand and drifted away in the wind.

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