Making Guns, Materials Not Included

The next day, Aaron was woken up by his alarm clock at six o'clock in the morning.

He helped Abei with a quick wash and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Lyon arrived a dozen minutes later than them. He carried an ancient magic book and was eating while reading it.

"I almost forgot that I have a guest like you in my house."

Let me preface this by saying I have a lot of things to do every day, so if you need anything, you can contact Jeans.

"Didn't you tell him?" Lyon asked Jeans.

"I was just about to say that." Jeans shrugged. "Young Master, the head of the family and his wife called last night and said that Young Master Lyon may enter the Secret Chamber for a tour."

Aaron blinked, and it took him a while to come to his senses. "Is this... appropriate?"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it," Jeans explained. "Hidden Family are thousands of branches of the same family, and there are almost no secrets between them."

Upon hearing this, Aaron sighed helplessly.

He already has Butler and two bodyguards following him around every day, which is annoying enough. Now, with another person who is suspected to be his future brother-in-law, it's enough to make a mahjong table.

"Looks like you're not very welcoming!" Lyon shook his head and sighed, feigning nonchalance. "Our relationship has really cooled down. It's only been a short time since I last saw you... Waaah..."

Aaron stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth and said, "Eat your food properly."

Also, I'm not saying you're not welcome, it's just that it might be boring.

"It doesn't matter." Lyon put the cake away and said casually, "I'm just taking a look. Speaking of which, Uncle Vico is really not very nice. You know all the secrets of our three families, but we've never actually been inside Gaius's Secret Chamber."

"Ahem!" Jeans coughed. "Young Master Lyon, the current generation of heirs in the Gaius Family is rather special. Even you, young master, only came into contact with the core of the family in the first two years."

Lyon pursed his lips, then looked at Aaron curiously, "I heard you've already completed a journey to another world, can you tell me about it?"

"You don't want to know."

Are you... very unlucky?

Aaron nodded slowly. "You could say I've never had a single good day."

"Tsk!" Lyon's lips twitched. "It can't be that bad, but now that you mention it, I'm even more interested. Let's satisfy my curiosity, brother."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "They allied with the dwarves, killed a terrifying dragon, and then allied with the elves and humans to defeat the orc army."

Lyon:...

"That's it?"

"What else?" Aaron shrugged, picked up Abei, and headed towards the Secret Chamber. The half-year-long journey to another world could fill a book, but he didn't have the time to tell Lyon a story.

"He can be really boring sometimes, right?"

Jeans remained noncommittal, but gestured for them to proceed, "Young Master Lyon, please come this way."

Upon entering the first Secret Chamber, Lyon was immediately captivated by the scene before him: crimson magma, a half-open furnace, and piles of rare ores, all indicating the purpose of this Secret Chamber.

"No wonder your family's arms business is so successful; it must have been passed down for thousands of years!" Lyon exclaimed. "Uncle Jeans, don't be stingy; let me see what treasured weapons you have in your collection."

"That's no problem, I'll show you later."

Lyon smiled with satisfaction, then walked to a furnace radiating intense heat and examined it. Inside the red furnace was a mass of liquid emitting a milky white glow.

"What's that? It's so beautiful!"

"The Heart of the Mountain is a gem given to me by the Dwarf King."

"You melted it down, were you going to forge something?"

"I want to forge a Divine Artifact," Aaron said without hiding anything. "This is the first material."

Lyon paused, turned to look at the milky white light emanating from the furnace, and shook his head slightly. "It's still far from good enough. Even Divine Artifact vary in quality. If the quality is somewhat inferior..."

"I want the best of the best," Aaron interrupted.

"That would be even more difficult; it would take a long time and require a lot of resources."

"I'll get it ready sooner or later," Aaron said confidently, then placed his hand on the black stone pillar, and the black-haired, silver-eyed Argus Gaius was summoned.

Lyon swallowed hard, vaguely guessing the identity of the figure.

Who is this?

"Lyon Darwen," Aaron introduced.

"The Darwin Family, Hawk's son?" Argus asked with interest.

Lyon immediately bowed respectfully, not daring to show the slightest disrespect to this great and formidable ancestor.

"There's no need to be so reserved," Argus chuckled. "Your sister was much more natural than you were when she first came to the city."

"You... know my relative?"

"Vico took him on a tour once after he inherited the headship of the Gaius Family, before you two were even born!"

Lyon suddenly realized, "My mother never told me."

"That's normal. After all, I'm not a living person, am I?"

"Ancestor," Aaron interjected, "Let's get down to business first. I recently acquired a rare metal; could you perhaps add it to the 'Golden' treasury?"

Abei over and pulled a piece of silvery-white metal from his pocket.

As soon as it was taken out, Argus's eyes were immediately drawn to it. Looking at the basketball-sized piece of metal, he couldn't help but murmur, "Mithril, what a treasure."

It's much lighter than iron, but its hardness rivals that of Dragon Scale. Most importantly, it has a significant affinity for magic, greatly enhancing its power.

"Looks like it wasn't a waste of money," Aaron thought to himself.

Argus gave Aaron an approving look, then threw the Mithril into the furnace.

The crimson Magic Array flashed by, Mithril was continuously refined, gradually producing a silvery-white light in the furnace.

"It's not too late for you to regret it now. The two materials inside can be used to forge a high-quality divine weapon."

"I still want Divine Artifact, and a top-tier Divine Artifact at that."

Argus raised an eyebrow. "These two materials alone are far from enough."

"I'm mentally prepared, and I'll gather all the necessary pieces."

In addition to swords for close combat, I also want weapons for ranged combat.

"Bow and arrow?"

"No," Aaron said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "It's a firearm, a firearm that can use magic to increase the power of its bullets."

Upon hearing this, Argus burst into laughter, "You're still as funny as ever!"

Yes, I have machines and tools for making parts here.

However, it should be noted that firearms are different from cold weapons. In addition to materials, they also require precise design and take more time to develop.

As usual, if you want Divine Artifact- tier weapon, I won't be responsible for preparing the materials.

"No need for that. I just need the top-tier weapons." Aaron said, rubbing his nose somewhat sheepishly. "A Light Sniper Rifle, a heavy sniper rifle, a revolver, a Flintlock Gun, and an automatic pistol."

Argus's lips twitched slightly, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

Leon and Jeans exchanged a glance and took a step back in unison, making sure to bring Abei along as well.

"Enough!" Argus roared angrily. "Don't you think this number is a bit too much?"

One divine weapon is one thing, but do you know how many materials it takes to make one?

These materials combined are enough to forge half a Divine Artifact.

"It can't be that bad!"

"That's really necessary. I suggest you have Jeans customize a batch of enchanted weapons for you."

"I've thought about it too, but how can the firearms they forge compare to yours, ancestor!"

"Heh!" Argus scoffed dismissively. "No matter how eloquently you speak, I won't take responsibility for those materials. I accumulated them piece by piece, both before and after my death."

"You're stingy." Aaron pouted. "How about this, Ancestor, you provide one set of materials, and I'll prepare the remaining four myself."

"That's more like it," Argus said calmly. "But I'd like to remind you that the materials you provide determine the quality of the firearms."

"Does that mean I need to prepare rare ores again?"

"That's right, and it's an ore of quality no less than Mithril."

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then took the Black Arrow from Abei's pocket. "Can we melt it down?"

Argus's expression hardened slightly. "An arrow that killed a dragon?"

"You have good taste." Aaron smiled shyly. "The Black Arrow can pierce dragon armor, and I used it to pierce the heart of an evil dragon."

"The material is barely acceptable, but I can't say how much will be left after refining." Argus threw the Black Arrow into another furnace, then looked at Aaron, "If you have time, I suggest you go to the library. If you're really sure you want to use this kind of weapon, you should learn how to maintain firearms."

I can offer warranty service, but I'm afraid I can't help you when you're not home.

Aaron:...

That makes sense.

But how many Magic Points would he need to gather four materials that are no less valuable than Mithril?

Thinking this, Aaron turned his gaze to Jeans and Leon: Aren't you going to do something?

"Young Master," Jeans said with an awkward laugh, "There are quite a few rare ores in the treasury, but those of a quality no lower than Mithril require Lord Argus's permission to be moved, unless the clan chief gives the order."

However, I will do my best to search online; gathering four sets of materials shouldn't be difficult with some time.

"It's not that I can't help you," Leon said meaningfully. "I often go to various ruins to participate in archaeological work, and I have plenty of things on hand."

"You're still the one I can rely on in crucial moments," Aaron said with a look of relief.

"You are..."

Hearing the word "", Aaron rolled his eyes. With this turn of events, it was impossible to get free sex.

"I understand. Even between brothers, accounts should be kept clear."

Tell me, what will it take for you to sell it to me?

"Hey! You make it sound like I'm really short of money," Leon said nonchalantly. "Besides, talking about money is so vulgar. We can talk about something more refined and elegant."

"For example?"

"Clea ..."

"Stop." Aaron decisively raised his hand to interrupt him. "I went through so much trouble to ask you for a favor, and you insist on steer the conversation towards her, don't you?"

"That's what happens when I only have one sister!" Leon said shamelessly. "I don't need you to do anything, just give her a nice gift next time you see her."

"Oh, this..."

"Does this even need to be considered?"

"When have you ever met her without giving her a gift?"

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"That's right!" Leon said with satisfaction, then took a key out of his pocket. "Uncle Jeans, Gringotts, Vault No. 77."