One or two guns would not mean much, but if every ordinary person could be equipped with them, they would have the strength to fight back against an enemy attack.
Moreover, firearms were not actually weak. If it were not for the lack of Pollution, these weapons could even harm Black Iron Rank fighters. After all, in most of their worlds, the vast majority of ordinary people could only resist with shabby, battered equipment.
Powerhouses at the Mithril Rank were high-end combat strength found in only a small number of worlds. So many could be seen on the battlefield only because they had been concentrated for use. In more worlds, Iron Rank troops below Black Iron Rank were the main force.
What did it mean for so many flesh-and-blood mortals to possess weapons like these? The two people present both understood clearly.
"We can trade, but it would be best to ask what they need first. If possible, make the deal."
"Alright."
In fact, the trade had essentially been settled by then. Miss B60, who had heard the conversation through the Mystic Thread, had already confirmed their intentions. More than ten minutes later, the swordsman returned and relayed the situation to B60.
"We need these weapons, but what do you need in exchange?"
If money was used for trade between different worlds, it could only be gold and silver. Even Bronze was worth too little.
However, Miss B60 could accept Bronze as well. This metal was scarce in many worlds, and having the other side's world produce some of it would bring many benefits. Still, given the current circumstances, B60 asked, "Do you have anything like magical crystals?"
"Those? Sure. Ores of various grades... and magical creature cores as well."
She had not expected the world behind them to be