Weapon seller in the world of magic-Novel

"So… do you agree to this proposition?" Mark steadily gazed at the girl who couldn't understand the reason.

In response, she commented while staring at the ground, "You would unnecessarily offend the Wuji sect if you help us. Is there a need for the senior to go to such lengths just for a meeting?"

She was kind enough to think of the welfare of others but not everyone would reply in kindness. Mark wiped off his smile and sternly told her that it is a matter of adults and she should only answer with a yes or a no.

Dong Fang tried to support her but Mark also acted coldly toward him, stating that it isn't his place to answer unless he can take decisions on her behalf.

As Dong Fang shut up his mouth, Zi Ling bit her lip and slowly nodded, "Yes, I promise. Please seek justice for my seniors."

As soon as she gave her promise, Mark's smile returned to his face once again as if he was a cheerful person in the first place. He said, "Alright, then, it is settled."

Dong Fang looked at Mark like he was wondering, is this fellow a good guy or a bad guy?

Roughly a couple of hours later, the bicorns started running in the wilderness at their top speed. Dong Fang and Zi Ling joined the carriage Mark and Song Yue were sitting in, although in reluctance with the weapon seller appeared to have a lot of questions to ask them.

Mark asked them about the powerful sects in the Leon Empire, the imperial palace's strength and the ideologies of their emperor, the wealthiest merchants and individuals, etc…

Within a couple of hours, Mark got a rough understanding of everything that he needed to know in order to decide whether it is okay to involve the Leon Empire's forces in his grand plan or not.

***

Imperial City (Jingyu City), Kun Empire;

On the streets of the city, a middle-aged fellow in luxurious robes was walking with a look of depression on his face. He was sighing over and over again. It is none other than Qin Yu, who doesn't have a great daily routine if one should say.

He gets up early in the morning, goes to the training ground to hone his skills and strength, returns to the palace, gets bashed by the ministers left and right for his foolish opinions on the affairs of the empire, goes out once again, this time to his secret residence where he meets an adventurer's wife with whom he had an extramarital affair with, returns to home and quarrel with his main wife (title: crown princess) over one issue or another, and finally going to sleep with one of his five other wives (title: secondary consorts).

Unless something special happens, usually, this is how the life of Qin Yu went on for years.

Qin Yu expected to change his life after introducing those 500 battle tanks he acquired from the Western Moon kingdom as a part of his share but he was only mocked by the officials in the end.

He had forgotten that no one in the Kun Empire possessed the knowledge of firearms yet, much less operating them. And battle tanks were more advanced than mere firearms.

How could the soldiers operate them just based on the instructions provided on the paper? It isn't the same as mastering the techniques recorded in skill books.

Because of Qin Yu's high ambitions, dozens of destructive battle tanks that went out of control caused a lot of property damage to the training grounds and injuries among common soldiers, but thankfully no casualties.

Qin Yu's plan failed terribly with the Emperor ordering him to submit all of them to the palace.

As a result, his 500 battle tanks were taken away by the palace without giving him any contribution.

And the worst has yet to come.

After the Emperor took away the battle tanks, he assigned his favorite, the public's favorite, the fourth prince to look after those tanks.

Soon, the fourth prince, Qin Zhi was going to be formally appointed as the General of the battle tanks division once the soldiers under him manages to control them properly.

What else can Qin Yu do if his own father is against him?

With no supporters to stand by his side and fight, the crown prince can only give up on his ambition while finding solace in his extramarital affair.

It was around the time of dusk when he would leave to meet his secret lover.

However, Qin Yu couldn't meet her as the woman's husband is at home and he was as depressed as he can be, at the moment. After walking for a while, the crown prince decided to relieve his stress by visiting a beautiful courtesan.

"Damn it. I shouldn't have sent them away." The crown prince blamed himself for sending away his servant along with his horse carriage for wanting to spend time alone on the streets earlier. Now, he would need a carriage to get to the brothel.

As he was hoping for a private carriage to enter the street he was standing on, two carriages pulled bicorns passed by him instead.

Qin Yu's eyes fell on the crest of the banner placed on the carriages and his eyes lit up. "A sun with a sword. Is it an envoy from the Eastern Sun making a trip? Let's see what the imperial palace is up to."

As the bicorns were just slowly walking in the street, with a quick dash, Qin Yu managed to outpace them with ease and then stood in their path.

The front carriage stopped followed by the behind one.

Seeing his luxurious clothes, the coachman thought that he might be a noble and it might not be good to unnecessarily offend him. Hence, he decided to politely deal with him.

"Greetings Mister, we represent the Eastern Sun's royal family. Please make the way," said the coachman.

Qin Yu nodded, "I know that. Inform him that the crown prince of this empire wishes to meet him."

"Crown Prince?" the coachman was taken aback. Just as he was about to step down and tell the people sitting in the back (i.e. Lan Ju, Song Yun, and the manticore), the zheng already passed the info to Mark through their telepathic connection.

By the time the coachman stepped down, the door of the second bicorn carriage was already open and Mark stepped out.