Warlord: King of All Clans

Seeing the little mouse evading, Leo regretfully withdrew his hand and sighed, "Alas, a girl grows up and becomes shy. She no longer has me as her father in her heart."

Freya didn't think so. She quickly leaned over and pressed her forehead against Leo's palm. "Hehe, I have it, I have it!"

In order to have more fun playing with the little mouse, Freya has transformed into a human form and become as tall as the little mouse.

She was wearing a little mouse princess dress, with green hair and pointed ears, and picturesque eyebrows and eyes. She looked absolutely stunning.

Olivia looked at the heartless Freya and couldn't help but show a caring look to the mentally retarded person. She sighed, pulled her over and switched places with her.

Although little Freya is over eighty years old and very close to adulthood, she still has no gender awareness.

And Feisa sat between the two of them, looked left and right, and then got angry.

She was a head shorter than both of them!

With Fesha's current height, she stands out among the gnolls, and only a super warrior like Rambowan can surpass her.

But in the werewolf clan, he is just a werewolf child who has just left the cub stage.

As the host, the little mouse certainly wouldn't let Feisa be unhappy. He immediately got up and took Feisa's hand, "Come on, I'll take you to see my collection! I'll give you whatever you want!"

There is a special collection room in Gullveig's bedroom, which houses various toys she has obtained over the years.

Everyone in the imperial capital knew that this princess who survived a great disaster did not like children's toys and silks, but was keen on various inventions.

Feisa immediately became happy and followed the little mouse to the collection room.

The spacious collection room is filled with various inventions given to him by the noble children of the Southern Territory.

In addition to traditional swords, armor, and crossbows, there are also dwarven muskets from hundreds of years ago and alchemical props from the Free State of the Islands.

There are clocks, compasses, and sailboat models.

What made Fraser most happy was the entire wall of new-style muskets.

From matchlock guns, arquebuses, shotguns, pistols, to alchemical muskets and flintlock rifles, there are seven or eight models of each type, filling up an entire wall of wooden shelves.

Feisha wagged her tail excitedly, "I want a collection room like this, too!"

She stood on tiptoe, pointed at a musket, and urged the maid to take it down and play with it.

As soon as an alchemical musket fell into her hands, the sharp claws on Fesha's fingers gently poked the screws on it, unscrewed it in three or five clicks, and skillfully disassembled the bolt.

Looking at the internal structure of the Alchemical Fire Gun, Feisha shook her head in disappointment, "No, no, the process is complicated and the cost is too high. It's useless!"

Throwing away the dismantled alchemical musket, she set her sights on a flintlock rifle.

"This is fine, but the gold and silver decorations increase the cost and maintenance fee!"

"Well, the barrel is too light and the stock is too heavy, so the shooting feel is definitely not good."

When Leo came over, there was a pile of musket parts in front of Feisa, and half of the muskets on the wall had been dismantled by her.

Several palace maids and Rose Knights who were serving on the side had expressions of deep surprise in their eyes.

These muskets are the treasures of Her Royal Highness the Princess. If there is any problem with the maintenance of the palace maids, the princess will be furious.

Now that this female kobold is half broken, Her Royal Highness the Princess seems very happy!

Leo couldn't help but blame, "Fisa, be honest, these are collectibles, not weapons."

The little mouse quickly helped the little sister explain, "It's worthless, let Fisa play with it!"

Most of the muskets collected by the little mouse were gifts from the nobles in the imperial capital, and some were new muskets made by the royal craftsmen.

In the eyes of these people, the performance and cost of weapons are secondary. The main thing is that they are more refined, more beautiful, and in line with the aesthetic taste of the imperial capital's nobles.

Therefore, these muskets are basically inlaid with gold and silver, and covered with reliefs, and are more decorative than practical.

The little mouse picked up two flintlock rifles, one long and one short, and handed them to Leo. "The Royal Fusiliers Corps I formed is equipped with these two types of muskets."

Noreen, who was following behind, was also slightly pleased with herself. "I am now the commander of the Royal Fusiliers Regiment, and I have led the regiment to conduct three exercises in the suburbs."

"The Royal Fusiliers Corps has now mastered the basic line tactics, and with the help of artillery, it is enough to easily defeat the two traditional standing legions."

Leo took it and looked at it, then shook his head slightly.

Both of these muskets are muzzle-loading smoothbore muskets, and their craftsmanship has reached the Hewan level, but their design and performance are several levels lower.

The same process precision and materials can only produce half the performance.

Like Leo and Fraser, he watched the Riverbend musket being improved from generation to generation. Just by raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger a few times, he knew where its flaws were, without even firing live ammunition.

"How much do these two guns cost?"

The little mouse was full of confidence. "I have already lowered the cost. A long spear only costs ten gold coins, and a short spear costs less than six gold coins."

Leo played with the musket in his hand and couldn't help laughing: "Just the relief on it must have cost at least one gold coin, right?"

The little mouse was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "Then I will issue an order immediately. No more relief carvings, gold or silver decorations are allowed in the future."

Leo nodded. "This is a weapon, not a ceremonial weapon. We don't want any unnecessary things. We only want performance, cost-effectiveness, and stability."

"If you can get the spear down to less than three gold coins, you will be able to dominate the South."

In recent years, although the imperial family has been unable to collect taxes from the territories of the great nobles, it still owns the province of Oranteri and the imperial capital with a population of one million, and is still one of the richest people in the world.

In terms of wealth, only the Church of Holy Light can rival it in the entire empire, even the Grand Duke of the North is inferior to it.

If the price of the flintlock rifle can be reduced to less than three gold coins, and enough craftsmen are trained to expand the scale of production, the royal family will have no problem forming three or five musket corps.

Combined with the Griffin Knights who have control of the air, they will be able to become the overlord of the South again in a few years.

Unfortunately, other forces in the South will not sit idly by and watch the little mouse develop like this. Just after forming a musket corps, before it could show its combat effectiveness, it was collectively targeted by the nobles of the South, and it has even reached the point of being an elector.

The royal family already had its own standing army, and now with the addition of a musket army, it posed a serious threat to the earldoms near the imperial capital.

After dismantling the musket, the little mouse took his friends to see his magic mecha.

Master Freeman, who had just traveled through mountains and rivers, crossed war zones, and endured many hardships, and finally arrived at the atrium after three months of hard work, also took advantage of his off-get off work time to return to the imperial capital.

The goblin Virgil also came back from the Great Falls Hydroelectric Power Station. He took advantage of his free time to come to the palace together. He and Freeman were continuing their magic mecha project.