"You're asking for a lot of money!"

Marilyn, the Frost Witch, rebuked.

But Vlaar's face looked very calm, or he had already guessed that this would happen. The whole negotiation process was predicted in advance. For an arms dealer, nothing can intimidate himself. On the chaotic continent, he has seen all kinds of dangerous characters. At the same time, Vlaar also knows that there is an unspoken rule in arms trade negotiations - as long as you remain neutral, no one can threaten to harm you, on the contrary, they will protect you. But if you have the slightest tilt in your position, no one can save you.

Vlaar knew that perhaps when the war was won, the queen of Kislev would use the artillery to suppress riots and massacre civilians everywhere. But that's none of his business. Take the money and leave, where the weapon will be used, and how to use it, is none of his business.

"I'm getting good value for money. ”

Vlaar laughed.

"Then tell me where the value is. ”

Caterina sneered.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Queen. ”

Vlaar replied, shaking his sleeves and straightening his clothes, his expression suddenly serious.

"Your Majesty, I don't know if you've heard of the battle in which Rhodes defeated the Norscar coalition. Of course, I'm not praising how good and capable Rhodes is. Rather, I want to say that the battle is actually quite representative. It represents the dawn of a new era. ”

Vlaar cleared his throat and continued—

"Advances in science and technology will greatly affect the mode of warfare. In that battle, Rhodes' army was less than 3,000 men. And Nosca's troops numbered tens of thousands. The barbarians had a great chance of winning. However, they encountered heavy artillery. Rhodes first used ice as a wall to surround the Norsca army of tens of thousands, and then adjusted the fire cannon and bombarded the position indiscriminately. Your Majesty, you must know that the greatest function of artillery is sometimes not to kill the enemy, but to create panic among the enemy. An army, especially a large one, is most afraid of panic. This emotion is contagious. Like a plague, it spreads among the legions. One to ten, ten to hundred, one hundred to ten thousand. Fear made the soldiers incapacitated and ran around in panic like a flock of sheep. This is how Rhodes defeated enemies several times his size. ”

Vlaar swallowed his saliva.

"Many civilians who did not know the truth held Rhodes up to heaven and regarded him as the god of war. However, I can tell you with certainty that Rhodes did not personally play in that fight at all. He just stood on the wall and watched. It was the artillery that routed the barbarians. And not how amazing he Rhodes is. ”

"The power of technology is too terrifying to ignore, and it has changed the shape of the battlefield. Flesh and blood are no match for the Iron Flames. Your Majesty, I do not comment on the war between you, nor do I take part in it. I'm just stating objective facts. I think, you know. "China

Vlaar kept smiling the whole time. However, the Ice Queen did not show the slightest hint of joy. She looked at Vlaar, and finally said slowly—

"You have a point, but I don't need these guns. ”

This calm-as-water answer made Vlaar's jaw drop...... He had expected the queen to readily agree. In this period when the war is in full swing, everyone wants to get their weapons early and defeat the other. But even after all the actual combat cases she has said, the queen of Kislev still seems indifferent. She was like a block of ice, sitting there with very little movement to turn her head.

Of course, Catalina is not unaware of the importance of heavy weapons for war, and he knows and agrees with everything that the Tyrell arms dealer said in front of him, but the price offered by the merchant is too high, even the queen cannot wantonly squeeze the people of this country, not to mention, now that all the money that can be squeezed out is squeezed, and there is no extra money to pay for these expensive expenses. But Caterina also knew that the well-dressed arms dealer was coming for her, and that he could no longer sell weapons to a second party except for Kislev's regular army.

Because the Northern Army has long had this weapon, and the technology is mature. The cost of the repeating gun pulled by Vlar was even more expensive than that of Rhodes himself casting, after all, transportation also requires a cost. Therefore, Caterina concluded that the arms dealer in front of her would never sell this weapon to the Northern Army again. Then, the only person to sell to yourself is yourself.

Buying is a must, however, price reduction is a science. Caterina knew that the Tyrell merchant had a cost to every trip he had to make. The continuous artillery is no more expensive to store than other goods, it needs to be stored in warehouses, and it needs to be guarded. In other words, as long as the arms dealer cannot sell his weapons for a day, the cost of his goods is actually higher and higher day by day. After all, warehouses need rent, and mercenaries need to eat every day and pay regular salaries.

Caterina knew she needed these weapons, but the more she needed them, the more she couldn't show them.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Vlaar was not calm. He tried to keep his emotions alive, but he still inadvertently showed a trace of chagrin and anger. Unlike the high-level Frost Witch, who is almost emotionally frozen, Vlaar is human, and subtle emotional changes are keenly captured by the Ice Queen.

"Well, since you don't need them, I guess, there are always people who need them. ”

Vlaar said lightly. There was a slight threat in his words.

Before he could get out of the arena, the guards stopped him. For a moment, the cold light flickered. It wasn't from the Frost Witch's magic, but from a razor-sharp weapon. But not Vlaar himself. Only two coughs were heard from Vlar, and the cold light suddenly dissipated without a trace. Time was so fast that even the guards didn't notice it.

"Your Majesty, are you trying to take it by force? Kill me, and you won't know where that shipment is. ”

Vlaar turned his head and teased in a contemptuous tone.

"Let him go. ”

Caterina ordered.

The guards then got out of the way. On the field, the sound of an iron sword slashing into armor was heard, and another loser was seriously wounded and carried out of the arena by his servants. The smell of blood wafted in the air, and Vlaar couldn't help but hide his nose and walk away, he found that the people of this country were poor people, with bad tempers and hard tempers, and they had to grind their mouths for a long time if they couldn't earn a few dollars. It's a pity that the Empire doesn't have such a large-scale war, otherwise, you should really go to the Empire instead of staying in the poor land of Kislev.