"Yes!"
"Of course we're selling them for money!"
"Otherwise, why would I go to all this trouble? Isn't it all for making money?"
"Honestly!"
"If the Power of I Reckon of a single greenskin weren't so limited, and if it didn't need actual objects to work with, with so many restrictions, I might even be able to rub together a Gundam out of stones!"
"If you gave me a million greenskins and had them activate that power together, I reckon I could handcraft a space battleship right now!"
"Alas, us greenskin players just can't get our hearts aligned!"
After indulging in a little daydreaming, Little Angel in Heaven finally got back to the point.
"Anyway!"
"Here's what I'm thinking: sell each grenade for fifteen or twenty Contribution Points for now. The two of us can make more over the next couple of days, producing and selling at the same time."
"After selling them for a while, we'll see how things go. If everything goes smoothly, we brothers will strike it rich!"
As if afraid his teammate might refuse, he began counting on his fingers.
"Think about it."
"If we make fifty or a hundred a day and sell half of them, that's several hundred or even a thousand Contribution Points!"
"But right now, after doing daily missions, running dozens of kilometers and fighting for our lives, we only earn twenty or thirty Contribution Points, maybe even less."
"If we work for one day now and do it well, it'll probably equal what others earn through two months of hard work!"
As he listened, Charlatan Mengde fell silent again and began seriously considering the feasibility of what the other man had said.
He had already seen those stone grenades.
They cost almost nothing to make—stones, wood, and gunpowder. The only major