The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

The grayish-white powder piled up into a small spire, standing quietly on the edge of the wooden table.

"Are you guys just messing with me by throwing a bunch of ashes at me?"

"Justice is the ultimate truth," he said wearily, glancing around but finding nothing unusual. He then said irritably.

"Believe it or not, I'll tell the copper-headed belt brick-moving expert is here? I think he'll come back here committing suicide..."

Before the words "the voice of justice is the truth" could be finished, they were interrupted by "Did you beat me to dust today?"

"Sis, you can tell what this is just by adding water."

"Did you dust yourself today?" he chuckled, quite pleased with himself.

"Add water?"

"Caliber is Justice" paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the pile of grayish-white powder, and his spirits suddenly lifted.

"……cement?"

"Correct!"

Did you dust yourself today? (Nods)

"It's still Portland Cement, which is also known as Modern Cement."

The brick-moving expert, with a smile on his face, added his comments.

Upon hearing this, Koujingjizheng's face lit up with excitement.

I've been so focused on building guns and cannons lately that I've completely forgotten about this thing.

Cement is just as important as guns and cannons.

High-rise buildings, giant factories, and fortifications all require cement.

"That's fantastic! This is exactly what your engineering team should be doing!"

Picking up a bit of powder, feeling its texture, Koubo Jizheng gave a thumbs up, praising it repeatedly.

"Thank you for the compliment. However, that's not what we're here to talk about today."

Did you get dusty today? He scratched his head sheepishly, then changed the subject and got down to business.

"Sis, I think you should create a patent law to restrict other players after you've made so many things."

"No way."

Upon hearing this, Kobe Justice's expression immediately turned cold.

"Are you two trying to patent cement and create a monopoly in the game?"

"Caliber is Justice" glanced at the two of them, seeing through their thoughts.

Did you dust yourself today? (awkward smile)

"I knew this idea wouldn't work."

The brick-moving expert shrugged.

"Even if I did set it up, it would be difficult for players to be restricted by laws."

After explaining that "caliber equals justice," he brushed the powder off his hands.

“I will definitely support you in getting the cement, but before that, you two must take away the goblin you ordered from the mall.”

"Well, we don't have any money."

The two looked embarrassed, and before they could finish speaking, they were interrupted by the principle of justice.

"Stop complaining about being poor."

"Caliber is Justice" glanced at the two silently and took out paper and a quill pen from a shelf.

"Aren't you two just here to solicit investment? I'll invest in this project; you just need to write your own business plan."

"it is good!"

Neither of them felt embarrassed. They quickly stepped forward and picked up the quill pen.

Did you dust today? (While writing, he said this.)

Most of them require manpower and resources, the most important of which is a large waterwheel.

The production of cement requires first calcining stones at high temperatures, then crushing them, and finally mixing them in the correct proportions.

The most troublesome part is crushing.

While manual labor can be used to make samples, large-scale production requires a high-intensity power source.

Currently, only the waterwheel fits the criteria for player camps.

Before long, the two of them finished their conversation.

Player camps provide people, money, and resources in exchange for 40% equity in a large and beautiful company, but do not participate in decision-making.

Did you dust today? The brick-moving expert and others happily left the office where caliber is justice.

This was the first project their large and beautiful company had received, and it was a big step towards their success.

Even though Big Beauty only had two players, now there will be a whole bunch of goblins!

"Looks like I need to hurry."

Watching the two figures leave, Koujingjizheng muttered to himself and withdrew his gaze.

at the same time.

A few goblins were lucky enough to return to the Dark Iron Horde and report the defeat of the Bone Shatterer.

Chapter 49 Iron Crocodile

Black Iron Tribe.

A section of the mountainside was hollowed out, forming the main residential structure.

At this moment, we are in a spacious and enormous stone chamber.

The torchlight flickered, its orange glow dispelling the darkness and illuminating the colorful graffiti and decorative skeletons around them.

In front of a huge stone table, apart from Iron Crocodile, the main high-ranking members of the Black Iron Tribe were all seated.

Of course, the broken bones are gone.

“Raging Tide, do you know what happened? I was still cleaning up the infiltrated ratmen when the chief called me back.”

The tall, thin goblin general, Bronze Whistle, glanced around, tilted his head, lowered his voice, and asked another goblin general beside him.

"I just came back from the southern forest too."

Nu Chao shook his head, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings before settling on a sinister-looking human figure at the head of the main seat on the right. His voice gradually lowered.

"However, since Instructor Gray Owl has come, something serious must have happened!"

"Why hasn't the Broken Bones arrived yet?"

Copper Whistle looked puzzled as he gazed at the empty stone chair at the head of the table on the left.

The leaders of all the dens came, but Broken Bones was nowhere to be seen.

"He used my post as a route to investigate the Black Gold's lair, which may have caused some delay."

The raging tide paid no heed.

The soldier in Shattered Bones' hand wasn't the strongest, but he was the most cautious. If anything happened to anyone else, he wouldn't be in danger.

Copper Whistle stared at the empty spot where the broken bones had been, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

He wanted to say more, but a heavy footstep came from outside the stone chamber.

pat!

pat!

Upon hearing this, all the high-ranking goblins stopped talking and sat up straight.

Even the gray owl, who had a gloomy expression and seemed indifferent to the other goblins, sat up straight.

In an instant, the entire stone chamber was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Immediately afterwards, a giant goblin, over two meters tall and dressed in simple linen clothes, slowly walked in.

Most striking is the scar that runs across his entire face.

And he was none other than Iron Crocodile, the leader of the Black Iron Tribe.

Iron Crocodile's every step was accompanied by a dull thud, as if pressing down on the heartbeats of the goblin high command.

He bypassed all the high-ranking goblins and sat on the main seat covered with animal hides.

After sitting down, Iron Crocodile didn't speak immediately. Instead, he tapped the stone slab with his thick knuckles, producing a dull sound.

Hey, hey, hey.

Iron Crocodile only spoke when the atmosphere became extremely tense.

"Shattered Bones... is dead."