Chapter 711 - 492
So, Malin found several rivers east of Carterburg for them, provided materials, fish fry, and money, and let them establish a small village themselves. Malin also sent them a squad of City Guards to help fend off any Spirits that might appear.
Concerned that someone might cause trouble?
Malin thought there wouldn’t be such people, but if there were, he’d wipe them out and hang their heads at the village entrance as an effective warning to others—look, I, Malin, handle things with refined ease, and everyone must see me as a good person. If I kill, it’s because they started it.
While he let the fishermen start freshwater aquaculture (if they were successful, they would be brought into the Semi-Plane for large-scale aquaculture), Malin was already bustling about. The Naples production factory had just started operating; new Firearms were being produced continuously. Malin went to check the quality of the first batch of sample guns.
At the shooting range, Malin saw the new guns—these were the modular firearms he had previously discussed with the Dwarves’ Great Craftsman. All parts of all the guns were interchangeable.
As it turned out, this was all very much worth it—although the accuracy of this batch of guns spread about fifteen centimeters randomly past four hundred meters, Malin believed that these short-barreled rifles, used around one hundred meters, would be the defender’s best weapon at close range. Four hundred meters? Why not just switch to a longer-barreled rifle then.
Since these were the first batch of semi-automatic Firearms with a ten-round magazine, Malin gave the naming rights to his kin-in-law, His Majesty the King of Sydney, who gave it a rather ordinary name—the Sydney Military Semi-Automatic Rifle.
Therefore, Nova renamed the rifles she ordered for the Farole military to Farole Military Semi-Automatic Rifle·MKI.
Malin, however, was indifferent about the name. As long as people were willing to arm themselves with his guns and help obstruct the upcoming Tide of the Dead, Malin was willing to lower the price as much as possible. As for those who bought weapons only to turn them on their neighbors, it wasn’t that it couldn’t be done, but Malin would sell a batch of new weapons to the opponent at the fastest speed and the cheapest price, and then also provide the gentleman with two cannon teams for assistance.
Times have changed, my Lord. Why don’t you and your castle try out the joy that an 88mm cap-piercing shrapnel brings?
Malin didn’t know about everyone else, but if there was still a ’Spirits-Germany’ and ’Spirits-Soviet’ in the world, they would be collectively outraged.
By the time this expert fire-starter and his whole family are swept into the dust heap of history, Malin’s actions will begin to spread to the ears of all the nearby Nobles. This is usually very effective and hardly causes any resentment among the Nobles—at under the premise of their neighbor first doing wrong, the Legendary Mage Mr. Malin timely prevented further deterioration of the situation, and no one would complain, especially when they divvy up that neighbor’s property and land.