"What should I do? They are coming to us? Provide them with so many armors for free, Lord Jones, we will go bankrupt!" Dora was panicked.

"No!" Jones stretched out a finger and said expressionlessly: "It's bankruptcy that we can't supply them with so much armor."

He lowered his head, silently picked up the pen and wrote a letter to Gray.

What should I do to deal with the Holy Light of the Bone?

Of course I am looking for Gray. Apart from Gray, probably no one in this world can cure these crazy lichs.

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

"Unless you are ready to lead the White Bone Holy Light Church to conquer the blood clan with me, you can't do this anyway. Even if I go bankrupt, I can't do it."

"They are going to ask me for an interview, and I think this may be some kind of intimidation and blackmail. So, I have to report to you in advance."

In these two sentences, Jones made a special point and handed the letter to Dora and asked her to send it over.

After leaving Salted Fish Harbor, Jones wrote letters to many people, but wrote them to Gray, which was the first letter. If he could, he probably would never want to ask Gray for help. Just like asking for help from his father, Jones had a hurdle in his heart, which marked both of them as a penalty area.

But this time it was different, the situation was too critical. Those crazy lichs could do anything. Molkar was an example, and they were all tossed out of human form just because a group of lichs wanted to...

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

The other reply contents were very consistent with the samples, prices, and terms of negotiation.

"The Principality of Beshir itself has blacksmith shops and enough blacksmiths, but the demand is too great now. The newly expanded manpower requires time to train, and they cannot be excellent blacksmiths from the beginning. And if the manpower is expanded, I will have to face the problem of cutting blacksmiths after the war. Because it is not always necessary to have so many blacksmiths. Overall, the cost is too high."

"We have tried to solve it through trade, but now all countries need weapons and equipment. There are very few weapons and equipment available on the market and the prices are particularly expensive. If you can provide it, that's great. Even if you provide a portion, it's OK."

"The standard knight armor includes a set of 100 gold coins, including weapons, thirty gold coins, including heavy infantry armor, including weapons, and in addition, light infantry armor and weapons, ten gold coins, and a full vest of 100 gold coins. I'm almost driven crazy. The standard letter is written, if you can do it, just send it here. Also, are you selling horses?"

"Can you build a crossbow? I urgently need a large number of longbows now!"

"We need to pay in installments and can give one interest. Can you accept it? I have two interest rates everywhere, so don't talk to me."

After reading it, Jones was stunned. Has the situation become like this? It seems that he has only been away for more than a month, right? Hasn’t the fight started yet?

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

The mobilization of legions above the Principality is a little bit free of money. Spend money like flowing water. Equipped equipment, food, and everything. As for the Silver Moon Knights... Well, most members don't even have salary. Even some of them sometimes receive sometimes and sometimes don't receive salary. It depends on whether Gray remembers it or whether there is money in his pocket. Everyone seems to care much about this matter.

Thinking about it, Jones felt relieved.

I have to say that war can indeed activate the economy. Looking at these lists... I hate that there is not enough manpower 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 considered good news, right? In addition to accidentally exposing the group of lichs that he had sold armor here.

After finishing this important thing, Jones started to get busy again.

During the exploration, map and mapping, he also went to Hilde and told Adeel that he needed some samples and asked the blacksmith shop to make it.

In the evening, Jones had already received a reply from Dora, and Gray had only one sentence for replying: "I understand."

When he received the letter, Jones was a little confused. He looked up and down at the candlelight with the letter, left and right, and after a long time, he still had only this sentence. He didn't even sign it.

Jones didn't believe it was Gray's reply.

"Didn't he tell you anything?"

"Say..." Dora stammered, "He originally asked me to tell you that he knew and would solve it. He did not intend to reply. Then he wrote this letter after I specifically asked him to reply."

Frowning, Jones said to himself, "Are he not going to help me solve it? If he is not going to help me solve it, he shouldn't let you say something like 'it will solve it' to me. His promises will be fulfilled. But, if there is no problem, why just reply one sentence?"

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

"Busy to prepare for the battle?"

"No, I think his trouble is not about preparing for war, it should be the problem of the Bone Light Holy Church. The Lichs... have very powerful powers and are indeed dedicated to justice, but they do not know how to deal with humans. Sometimes the techniques are very rough, just like a letter to Lord Jones. If it were Lord Jones, you would be fine, because you know Lord Paladin will help you decide. The problem is not particularly big. But if someone received a letter like the Bone Light Holy Church..."

Dora didn't say anything more, but Jones could probably imagine it.

Brutu said to Jones: "For justice, you shouldn't talk to us about money." Jones would know that he really meant. But anyone else would probably think that the Bone Light Holy Church is extorting. Well, maybe he is extorting. And he doesn't seem to think there is anything wrong.

The key is that their understanding of quantity is different from that of humans. One million sets of armor, even if they are all light infantry armor, is still 10 million gold coins... It is still a problem if anyone in this world can provide so many armor and weapons. Anyone who receives such a letter will go crazy.

Time began to pass by bit by bit again.

Jones was busy with exploration and measurement, while Patia was busy preparing for the smelter. In a blink of an eye, two days passed.

...

At midnight two days after Jones and Adolf finalized their cooperation, a space door opened in the hotel where Adolf lives.

Adolf walked out of the space gate with a tired look on his face. The next moment, his expression froze.

Just in his room, the four blood tribes were looking at him with a look of surprise.

Both sides seemed to be stunned.

The space gate behind him had been closed. Adolf took a silent step back and stared at the four blood clans with vigilance. He held the wand in his hand tightly.

The four blood clans also stared at him vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

"Aren't we supposed to ask you?" After a brief shock, one of the blood clans asked back: "Who are you? Are you a blood clan? The blood clan does not need to use a magic wand. Is it space magic just now?"

The answer to him was a spell.

"No! He's going to do it!" One of the blood clans exclaimed.

Before the others could react, Adolf had raised the wand in his hand. In an instant, three of the four blood clans had been controlled by the blood-red magic ring. They were similar to the sacred bondage with Jones, but they were not using the power of holy light, but a dark magic power. The remaining blood clan skillfully dodged and rushed towards the window.

Adolf turned his face suddenly, and another spell was heard. He stretched out a hand. A magic shield instantly condensed from the window. The blood clan who was about to escape hit the shield firmly.

A loud bang spread throughout the hotel.

The hotel owner, the elderly goblin, suddenly raised his head.

...

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

The hotel owner knocked on Adolf's door.

"Master Adolf! Are you okay? I heard the noise downstairs, as if it was coming from your room!"

Behind the goblin boss, four guards were followed.

"Master Adolf? Are you here? Please open the door?"

After a while, a crack was opened in the door, revealing Adolf's pale face. Not only was it pale, but blood was also overflowing in his mouth, and a large piece of his chest was stained with blood.

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

"It's okay." Adolf replied softly.

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

"This is not vomiting blood." Adolf said with a tired look on his face: "It was just that I accidentally got my clothes dirty when I was drinking blood. The sound was loud just now, and I heard it. So I accidentally knocked it over. I am a blood clan, and blood is my food, which is normal."

"Uh, okay. I wish you a happy life." Turning his face, the goblin boss said to his guard: "Go to other rooms to look for it. It must be something wrong in other rooms, hurry up!"

"yes!"

...

Close the door, Adolf slowly sat down against the wall. He lowered his head, coughed heavily, coughed out a wisp of blood, and then looked to the side.

The four blood clans who were upside down in the room were no longer heard.

Adolf leaned against the wall and gasped heavily, and it took him a while to recover.

Supported by his wand, he slowly stood up, walked step by step to the corpses, inspected them one by one, searched them all, and looked at them carefully.

However, nothing was discovered.

He could only sit on the ground, look at the ceiling helplessly, and murmured to himself: "Who are these people? Why are they here? Has anyone sent them? How much do they know?"

As he said that, he paused gently with his wand, and a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the room.

The four corpses, together with all the items they brought, as well as the blood stains on Adolf's mouth and chest, all turned into fine sand and drifted in the wind without a trace.

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