But soon, Natasha's eyes showed some disappointment.
"With its core energy stripped away, it can no longer activate its unique magic runes and is now useless."
"Moreover, this lord has also coated it with silver-gray, corroding away the magic runes and weakening the transmission performance to the extreme. Even if it has core energy, it is unusable."
The beautiful young woman sighed, lamenting the loss of this magical cannon, a weapon imbued with such glory.
"The value of the Magic Weapon Cannon, normally speaking, is enough to sell for a thousand gold wolves on the black market just from its starting price!"
"But this magic cannon is missing its core device and is also damaged to some extent, so the black market is driving down the price significantly. If it is sold through the channels of wandering merchants, it will only fetch about thirty gold wolves."
"However, even thirty gold wolves is a huge sum of money. It can upgrade Titan City's infrastructure to a whole new level. If we can get our hands on a magic energy transmitter, we can perform precise operations and improve efficiency by a significant margin."
Unlike Natasha, Minise wanted to maximize the value of the alchemical cannon.
A magic cannon is useless if it lacks a core magical device, just like it's missing a key to start it.
Moreover, even if it is equipped with magical devices and the base is undamaged, it is useless without specially made cannonballs.
Fired cannons are like throwing money around. In the midst of wars between nations, every shot represents a tax revenue paid by the country. There are precedents of a small country's economy collapsing after a dozen or so shots.
...
In a spacious hall, a fireplace crackled, providing warmth.
"Huff!"
The steaming hot tea was served to everyone on the table by the maids.
On the wooden table, the cavalrymen, suffering from cold and hunger, eagerly drank tea, the tea so hot that they choked on it.
"Your Excellency, thank you for your hospitality along the way. My men and I are grateful for your care."
Witnessing his subordinate's embarrassing moment, Pete, sitting in the guest seat, twitched at the corner of his mouth and said politely.
At the same time, his face twitched slightly, and he was inwardly cursing wildly.
How the hell do they know the wasteland has been looted? Damn it, which bastard did this?!
Facing the fierce gazes of a group of civilians in the wasteland, the initial response was naturally to order these lowly people to hand over their supplies. However, the other side was quite pragmatic; in order to preserve their meager resources for survival, they immediately launched a war…
As a result, they lost more than a dozen cavalrymen at the start, and their rations were all swarmed and eaten by the numerically superior group of commoners.
"Ahem, when friends come from afar, we should treat them with the best tea. This saying is regarded as a family motto by our Tulip family."
Khrushchev, standing to the side, chuckled lightly, adopting the disguise of a city lord, and his words carried the air of one.
Serving fine tea to friends visiting from afar has been considered a virtue since ancient times. For the host, offering good tea to guests is not only a way to show hospitality and respect, but also a reflection of the host's way of treating guests.
Of course, the tea was poisoned...
They were quite enthusiastic.
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