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

Based on previous assumptions, the human civilization in this world should only be at the medieval level.

There might be simple cement and straw paper, but the white paper is a bit odd.

"This is nature; isn't this what we humans created?"

Seeing the "caliber is justice" attitude, Frye felt a desire to show off and prove his point, so he began to explain.

"My businessman friend from the south said that they're having some kind of magical revolution and some kind of industrial..."

"industrialization."

The caliber is justice, as the saying goes.

Thanks to the Language Proficiency Stone, Fry immediately understood the meaning of the word and nodded.

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Fry nodded and continued.

"In recent years, many strange and unusual things have been transported from the south."

At this point, Fry recalled his failed ironware business and gritted his teeth.

"..."

Zhan Shuai and Kou Ciji Zheng Yi exchanged a silent glance, their expressions subtly changing.

"Wait a moment, we have something to do."

He stood up, declared that justice was absolute, left a single sentence, and walked away.

Zhan Shuai also got up and followed.

Inside the room, Grayson and Frye looked at each other, puzzled. They had been having a perfectly fine conversation.

Chapter 60 Was I being too lenient with you? (Please continue reading)

outside the office.

The commander and his caliber of justice walked a little further away, making sure they wouldn't be heard, before they stopped.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Where's the promised medieval fantasy? What happened to the magical revolution and industrialization all of a sudden?!"

Zhan Shuai couldn't help but scratch his head, his expression full of absurdity and annoyance.

"I thought we were here to use a dimensional reduction technique to crush these little superhumans."

"As a result, the production team gave us an instant explosion."

"Isn't this more interesting? Fighting cavemen is so boring!"

A smile appeared on his face as he spoke with great interest.

"I'd rather compete with humans to see whose weapon has a larger caliber!"

"and many more……"

Thinking of something, Zhan Shuai's eyes lit up with excitement.

"...So, does that mean I'd have a chance to command a war on the scale of World War I or II?"

"Don't just think about playing yourself! Teach me too!"

"Justice is the best policy" rolled its eyes at Zhan Shuai and gave him a reminder.

"I don't build guns and cannons just for you to play with."

"Row!"

Zhan Shuai nodded, feigning seriousness.

"When I launch my great expedition, you will be my deputy commander."

"I have no interest in being a vice-commander; if I were to be one, I'd be a marshal."

"Cutline is Justice" gave a disdainful smirk and got back to the main topic.

"Stop talking nonsense, we need to change our development strategy."

"The original plan to bribe caravan members will now include purchasing books, newspapers, and information about the South."

"Go to the polar bear and get the cleaned and sorted silver coins. Also, inform the other players of this news."

As he spoke, "Cutline is Justice" glanced in the direction of the office.

"After we finish talking, I'll keep Frye and Grayson around for a while. Use this time to get to work on this task."

"Okay, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

Zhan Shuai nodded and strode towards the white bear.

The main purpose of bribing caravan members was to obtain information and monitor Frye.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket.

Frye is a smuggler; who would believe in the morality of a smuggler?

Watching Zhan Shuai walk away, Kou Jing Ji Zheng Yi turned around and went back to his office.

The conversation between Caliber Justice and Warmaster was brief, but Frye was already getting impatient in the room.

"Madam... can we talk about trade again?"

Fry, who was drinking water and fidgeting, was the first to see "caliber is justice," and he quickly stepped forward, saying urgently.

This was his biggest chance to turn things around, and he was really afraid that something unexpected would ruin everything.

"nature."

With a smile on his face, Kobe, the righteous one, gestured for Fry to sit down before slowly speaking.

"You only want salt and ironware?"

"To be honest, I don't really want ironware either."

Frye's gaze fell on the salt, then turned to the ironware, a look of helplessness and sorrow appearing on his face.

"Madam, I used to sell ironware in Baicheng."

“But in recent years, after those foreign merchants from the south came to Baicheng, my ironware has become completely unsellable.”

Frye looked distressed.

If it weren't for those southern merchants, he wouldn't have been involved in smuggling, nor would he have been robbed by the goblins.

"Appreciate further details."

"Caliber is Justice" showed interest, resting one hand on the table as he looked at Frye.

Seeing this, Fry slowly spoke up: "Madam, do you know how much a pot used to cost?"

Without waiting for the answer that "righteousness is the ultimate truth," Frye provided the answer himself.

"Ten silver coins! That's more than a month's salary for a BC citizen!"

"But those southern devils only want four silver coins! Four silver coins!"

Frye looked somewhat deranged, gesturing wildly as he hysterically poured out his grievances.

He only stopped when he noticed the frown on the caliber of justice, sat back down, and continued his narration.

“I will buy iron ingots myself, hire a blacksmith to make an iron pot, and add other things, the cost will be four and a half silver coins.”

"And they... transported it all the way from the south, spending so much on customs duties and transportation costs, yet they only sold it for four silver coins, four silver coins!"

"I don't understand! I absolutely cannot understand!"

As Fry spoke, his eyes grew redder, as if he were back in the moment when the shop closed, and his expression became agitated once again.

But his gaze remained fixed on the expression of the man who believed that "the voice of justice was the only measure of his worth."

"I really don't understand! Are their workshops inhabited by alchemical monsters that don't eat or drink?"

"Are they not making any money?"

"Justice is everything" frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.

I'm not a businessman from the South, why are you yelling at me?

But the phrase "justice is the ultimate truth" conveys a sense of despair.

A medieval artisan merchant, crushed by the industrial behemoths, experiencing despair and helplessness.

Suppressing his displeasure, he secretly pondered, "The line is justice."

At this level, there should be large blast furnaces and production lines.

We are still in the early stages of the Industrial Revolution, so it's not impossible for us to catch up.

Having obtained the answer, the "righteous stance" continued to press for information.

But Fry was just a smuggler in White City, confined to the Azure Leaf Province in the north of the Kingdom of Kosia, and had no idea about the development in the south.

They didn't even know about places further away from Baicheng.