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

Chapter 59 The Magic Revolution and Industrialization (Please continue reading)

The blindfolds were removed, revealing the true nature of the player camp to Frye and Grayson.

White water churns and the river flows on and on.

Several waterwheels of varying sizes rotated, powering the machinery along the river.

On the forcibly expanded open space, blast furnaces and brick kilns spewed out sparks and thick smoke.

The gray-skinned, painted goblins were extremely busy, constantly moving around.

Rows of neat brick houses stand side by side, complete with all kinds of facilities.

"Wait? You've only been here for two months?"

Remembering something, Grayson couldn't help but take a step back and look at Zhan Shuai in astonishment.

This camp is comparable to some of the poorer towns in the world.

He simply couldn't imagine how it could have taken two months to build.

"Correct."

Zhan Shuai nodded.

The camp was built quickly mainly because of modern management, standardized operations, and the ability to concentrate resources on major tasks.

But the goblins certainly deserve credit for this.

The players fed and cared for the goblins well, and with the help of the treacherous goblin Ah Le's brainwashing—or rather, earnest teachings—they were also subjected to a lot of manipulation.

Most goblins are quite obedient.

As for the disobedient goblins, they're already mining in the evil gold mine.

At the same time, the economic role of Dragon Scale Coins is also indispensable in this process.

It fully mobilized the energy of both players and goblins.

Yes, goblins do get paid for their work, but not much.

"Incredible, such a camp could be built in just two months."

Grayson's gaze swept over the area, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

He had no doubt about the truthfulness of Zhan Shuai's words.

The brand-new houses, the various traces of the camp, and the construction site that is still expanding all demonstrate the authenticity of Zhan Shuai's words.

Frye also looked at the camp with surprise, but his focus was different from Grayson's.

"You have actually mastered these technologies."

Fry's gaze swept over the various waterwheels, blast furnaces, brick kilns, and the various facilities on the houses and construction sites. His surprise and shock were almost overwhelming.

Among the demi-human races, this was the camp closest to human civilization that he had ever seen.

The various facilities next to the waterwheel, in particular, looked even more complex than those of humans.

So, it turns out that humans can also be amazed by the technology of teachers and their colleagues?

Naira glanced furtively at their expressions.

She had assumed that humans wouldn't be as surprised as they were.

But now it seems she was wrong.

"Let's go take a look at what's for sale."

Zhan Shuai smiled and led the two of them, with Naira following behind, into the building.

The reason for bringing the two people along was certainly not just to show off and see the shocked and stunned expressions of the NPCs.

The main purpose is to demonstrate our strength and capabilities, to reassure Frye, and to completely bind him to our cause, thus planting a seed in the hands of human civilization.

After all, the players are all kobolds, and humans are extremely xenophobic, making it really inconvenient for them to move around.

The remaining players left on their own.

Instead of showing the two around the camp, Zhan Shuai pulled them directly toward the office where "the line is justice".

Following behind the Warlord, Frye and Grayson scanned their surroundings.

The two deeply felt that the camp was not just for show, but was actually fully functional, full of vitality and liveliness.

The market, currency, and goods are extremely comprehensive.

In some places, it even looks better than in the town.

However, the behavior of those kobolds was rather strange.

Not long after they left, Zhan Shuai led the two to the office of "Cutline is Justice".

The principle of "caliber is justice" has been waiting here all along.

"Cutline is Justice" sat at the head of the long table, with samples of goods already laid out on the table in front of him.

On either side of the long table, corresponding ceramic bowls and chairs were placed.

"sit."

The voice of justice, though faint, drifted over.

But Frye wasn't listening at all; the moment he entered, he was drawn to the items on the table.

Sickles, longswords, grayish-white ash, white paper, and snow-like particles.

Everything on the table was extremely unusual, unlike anything a demi-human race could produce.

Especially the last one, those granules, looked exactly like the fine salt that even the most aristocratic families couldn't afford.

"Can...can I have a taste?"

Fry leaned closer, his eyes fixed on the clump of snow on the table, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Row."

The one who said "the caliber is justice" nodded indifferently.

It's just salt. As long as they have the raw materials, players can refine as much or as little as they want.

No sooner had the words "caliber is justice" been uttered than Frye reached out, carefully dipped a few grains in the caliber, and put them in his mouth.

"Is this what you're trying to sell?"

It wasn't Frye who asked that question, but Grayson.

At Zhan Shuai's signal, he sat down in a chair to the side, looking at the samples on the table with a puzzled expression.

These things don't seem like something a demi-human race should bring out; rather, they seem like something a human should bring out.

"Ah."

The commander, who was sweltering in the heat, explained as he removed his armor.

"We can manufacture these things independently and produce them continuously, as many as we want."

"Wow! It's refined salt! It really is refined salt!"

Beside him, Frye's eyes shone with an unprecedented light as he frantically sucked on his fingers and shouted like a madman.

"It really is refined salt! It really is refined salt!"

"Wait! Refined salt? This is refined salt?"

Upon hearing this, Grayson finally realized what was happening, turned his head sharply, and looked at the clump of snowflakes with a bewildered expression.

As a mercenary, he usually used coarse salt of mediocre quality that clumped together.

Although he had seen refined salt before, he never expected that it would appear in the camp of the demi-human race.

The demi-human race also sells refined salt to humans.

Realizing the enormous profits involved, Grayson suddenly sat up straight, wanting to ask.

But Fry had already asked the question first.

"You just said that you can keep making the things on the table, right?"

Fry pulled his saliva-covered finger out of his mouth, his breathing becoming unusually heavy.

Looking at Frye's expression, Grayson then remembered that the Blackscale Clan had chosen Frye as their representative, not him.

Grayson could only lean back in his chair in silence, no longer speaking.

"That's natural."

"Justice is in the Air" smiled and tapped the items on the table one by one with his fingertips.

"Iron, cement, white paper, salt—whatever you can help us buy, we can provide it in unlimited quantities."

"Hiss~ You guys can actually make paper and cement?"

Upon hearing this, Frye couldn't help but gasp, staring incredulously at the statement that "caliber is justice."

"Do you have white paper and cement?"

"Justice is the ultimate truth" sensed something was amiss and raised an eyebrow to ask.