The Deal

Although Adam did not speak at this moment, his actions were enough to prove that what "she" said was true.

Then everyone looked at "Altair," but their gazes gradually shifted to observation, scrutiny, curiosity, inquiry, and calculation...

Looking at the reactions of everyone before her, Altair sighed inwardly. The current scene was exactly as she had envisioned.

The only Artisan looked at "Altair" with eyes full of "admiration and respect," just like the "Tech Bro" from his previous life.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man from the South Continent spoke first, asking, "How many guns can your factory produce per day? What are their power levels? Do you accept custom-made bullets...?"

After Altair sat down, he explained, "The exact production quantity cannot be estimated, as there are significant limitations due to raw material constraints. As for weapon performance, it's comparable to what the Loen Kingdom uses in the South Continent. Customized bullet calibers are acceptable, but they require a high price..."

Military Single-Shot Rifle price: £9/each; Military Light Machine Gun price: 60 rounds/each; Military Heavy Machine Gun price: over £200/each; Standard Mass-Produced Bullet: £28/500 rounds.

"Of course, these weapons are limited to those that my factory can produce. If you require custom-made weapons, please contact me separately, and I will provide a quote as soon as possible."

"Are the Firearm and Bullet Technology available for sale?" someone asked as soon as the words were spoken.

Altair didn't reply to this, but instead raised her finger to look at it. She was very Adam how Adam had managed to transfer his consciousness instantly and leave behind a lifelike "self" in the same spot.

Moreover, she knew all too well that it was difficult to make a quick buck, and fishing required patience, especially for someone like her who had her own unique "bait."

Those who needed weapons were now exchanging glances as if they were electing representatives.

After a few seconds of deliberation, the representative from Feysac spoke up, "Your offer is far too high. You should know that a Military Rifle now sells for only around £7, and Gatling Gun for around £80... If you are truly interested in cooperating, I think we can discuss the price of the technology."

Upon hearing his words, "Altair" seemed to instantly realize something, so she looked up at the person she was talking to and said:

"You're absolutely right. So my current offer is £10 for a rifle, £100 for Light Machine Gun, and as for Heavy Machine Gun, that depends on my mood."

After saying that, "she" touched her chin again, as if she was thinking about something. After figuring it out, she chuckled mischievously, "Hmm~~ If you're not in a hurry, I think we can wait another six months. Of course, the consequence of all this is that you'll have to wag your tails and beg Loen to slow down, ha~ha~ha."

At this point, "Altair" was like a Lunatic, showing no fear of the identities of these important figures, but rather treating them as a source of amusement.

While "she" was still laughing heartily, clutching her stomach, a disgruntled female voice rang out, "Enough!"

After Altair calmed down, the woman's voice explained calmly, "We are seeking cooperation with great sincerity; please don't play games with us."

Upon hearing this, "Altair" pursed his lips and retorted, "Directly targeting technology, is that considered sincerity?"

"I think you all know that there are only two places in the world that can mass-produce this New Gunpowder. You can't break into the factories of those nobles in the Loen Kingdom. You don't even know where my factory is, and you don't even know my identity."

"The Artisan just said he needs another six months. That means I can enjoy the benefits of this unique technique for another six months, so why should I share it with you?"

After saying that, "Altair" looked at them as if they were idiots.

"..." After a few seconds of silence, the woman asked "her," "What exactly do you want?"

"Altair" smiled and said to the woman, "Actually, I don't care much about these ' Gold Pound.' Whether it's a lot of money or a little, it doesn't matter to me."

"I urgently need a batch of High Sequence ' Beyonder Characteristic ' and Extraordinary Material. If your offer satisfies me, I can reduce the weapon price a bit."

"Or, you could request a rebate."

The group exchanged glances, and then the woman asked again, "What Pathway of Beyonder Characteristic and Extraordinary Material do you need, specifically for Sequence?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Altair chuckled softly, "I need the Fool, the Door, the Sun, the Visionary, the Darkness, the Twilight Giant, the Moon, the Judge, the Red Priest, the Demoness..."

"These Pathway Beyonder Characteristic, and they don't require Low Sequence. The properties I need are at least Sequence Seven, which I can buy at the normal market price."

Before "she" could finish speaking, someone interrupted, "We reject this deal; your asking price is far too unrealistic."

"Alright then." After saying this, "Altair" leaned back in his seat, looking fearless.

The matter was dropped, and no one brought it up again until the end of the meeting.

As Adam reminded them that the meeting was over, the figures of the people on both sides of the long table gradually faded until they disappeared.

Altair's appearance returned to normal only after everyone left. The spacious hall now only had two people left. Altair looked at Adam in the distance and asked curiously, "Is there anything else?"

Adam smiled gently at her and said, "A lot of people just placed orders for you."

"They want to get sample firearms first, test them, and then decide whether to buy them."

Altair pursed his lips and said speechlessly, "I thought nobody was buying it. Now that it's been leaked and can be reissued, what's the point of secretly buying it? You'll still get caught when you use it anyway."

Adam smiled and explained, "Concealing one's talents is a form of wisdom."

"Hmm~" Altair nodded, then asked curiously, "May I know the specific identity of the person I'm trading with?"

Adam shook his head slightly without saying anything.

"Alright..." After saying that, Altair asked again, "How did you instantly transfer my consciousness here, and also create a fake version of myself?"

"This is the world I created. Moving your location only requires a thought. As for how to create another false version of you, please don't forget the power of the ' Spectator.'" Adam said, while creating another false "Altair."

Seeing the person beside him, Altair curiously reached out and touched them, praising, "Your Imagination is truly remarkable; you can create something completely indistinguishable from the real thing."

How do you know she's a fake?

Upon hearing this, Altair's eyes widened instantly as he looked at Adam and asked, "What does that mean?"

Sensing her confusion, Adam simply said, "Imagination."

"So you've created a copy of me," Altair murmured casually.

Adam nodded, then shook his head, explaining, "Theoretically, that's how it is. Based on my past observations of you, I created a fictional version of you."

Altair said with a serious expression, "Please don't Imagination me unless it's absolutely necessary."

Then he added, "I also need you to help me buy some raw materials."