Arms dealer in another world

The arms dealer needs a producer.

After clearing up the Slum security detail, Cecilia returned to the lair of the Allied Rebellion.

The world doesn't have a mobile phone, so I haven't had any direct contact since they left. But he didn't even know what the security guard did in the hideout.

“Welcome back. Apparently, he's been through something like that. ”

The guard smiles at the first words of Chief Tiniel greeting the guard and Cecilia.

“There seems to be a separate network of information out there. ”

“Of course. Isn't that basic? ”

“Absolutely. ”

Then the guard looks at Cecilia. Cecilia gives out a bag of money she had.

“I've earned this time."

There were no gold or silver coins when you left.

I only took this copper coin.

But Cecilia's money was full of gold coins. Dozens of gold, approximately, were not small in the position of a poorer coalition of insurgents.

“Amazing. I haven't made this much money in such a short time. ”

“The more chaotic the world is, the more demanding the business is. ”

“I see. I'll thank you for keeping your promise. You may go back and rest. ”

The guard made a lot of money, but Tiniel was still suspicious of the guard. The guard said that Tiniel...

I went back without blaming myself.

As Cecilia remained, Tiniel summoned the Joint Chiefs.

In front of the gathering, Cecilia speaks truthfully about what had not happened. Although they were somewhat aware of the corrections, everyone could not hide their surprise from Cecilia's detailed words reported next to the guard.

“You sold weapons to criminals? ”

“Did you conspire with the guards or the guards? ”

Everyone was happy about the gold coins Cecilia brought, but surprised at the way security works.

After all the explanations, Cecilia added her thoughts.

“He was certainly very capable. There seemed to be no doubt about it. But at the same time, it looked very dangerous. The way things are handled, but most importantly the way of thinking itself......

The executive who explained Cecilia's explanation was cut off.

“Stop."

“Yes?”

“Who said I wanted to know what you were thinking? All you have to do is keep an eye on him and tell him exactly what you saw and heard. That's your job. If only I had known.

Find out what that stranger is doing right now. ”

Cecilia's expression hardens. There were no more insulting speakers, but few of the congregation supported Cecilia.

A contemptuous look that looks dirty, no, considering that three Celia are really dirty. It wasn't the first time I received this look, but I got used to receiving it several times and didn't feel better.

I knew the reason why those who gathered here despised Cecilia.

Now the necklace is in effect.

Cecilia's original skin color was revealed. The skin color of a dark 'dark elf’, not a ‘normal elf’ with bright skin.

Elf skin color is not distinguished by differences in species that are just like humans. Only corrupt beings belonging to darkness become Dark Elves, and the evidence is that they have dark skin. That was the reason for his contempt for Cecilia.

You're the ones who corrupted me! ’

Cecilia wanted to shout out loud because she thought so. However, if you shout like that, nothing will change, and your mouth will be narrower.

Eventually, Cecilia said powerlessly.

“I'll be going now. ”

Tiniel replies.

“Yes, go and rest. ”

Tiniel looks at Cecilia, who is retreating powerlessly, and tells the other executives,

“Cecilia is a valuable talent for us, even though she is corrupt. Don't be so cynical. ”

“Even if you don't want to do that, doesn't that just talk nonsense about itself? ”

“On the subject of the Dark Elves, do not abandon

You should be thankful you brought her here. How dare...

Tiniel sticks his tongue out to the stubborn executives. Their attitude will not change unless Cecilia leaves the darkness and returns to a pure elf, not a Dark Elf.

But Te Niel knew better than anyone that it was impossible. Cecile Riani set foot in the path of irreversible corruption to seek the help of darkness.

‘Poor guy. ’

Every time I see Cecilia, Tiniel goes.

You feel sorry for her. Her role as a member of the rebel alliance, not an Elven chieftain, is even more important now.

The escort back to his quarters was overwhelmed with thoughts. Something I've been thinking about since before I left Gerald. It was a matter of supply of weapons.

If you think about it, security on Earth did not combine the role of 'producer’ and 'seller’ when working as weapons dealers.

The security guard was a producer when he was a slave to the terrorist st organization, or he needed a dog to build a bomb.

About time.

When I worked as an arms dealer, I never made any firsthand drugs or bombs. It was much more efficient to focus on the role of a seller in that time.

The various bombs from the laboratory were definitely powerful weapons. Rather than that, selling guns, bullets, and other firearms to grenades made by mass production saved a lot of time and profits.

But it was because there was just as much demand and supply on Earth.

The demand for weapons of war and terrorism has been spilled in various parts of the world, and the supply of weapons from different parts of the world has also been spilled. Thanks to this, the security arms dealers were able to share a firm foothold throughout the world.

But this world called Eril was different. In the end, I had to work as a producer and a seller, unless I caught a zero-length producer that guaranteed a big return anywhere.

Or at least leave the ‘producer’ role with someone the guard can trust.

The problem is that it's never easy.

"You can't have all the knowledge I have. Now all I know is my own knowledge. I don't know how long it can be monopoly, but it must be monopoly until it can be done. If my knowledge is lost, my existence may also be useless. ’

I realized the power of monopoly in Geraf right away.

A guard who had just come into this world and played with the gangsters in his hands was finally possible because the security was a completely exclusive business.

Guards sell heat grenades and grenades.

even though it was a crude hand grenade that was half as powerful as a launcher.

By that standard of security, a shoddy weapon brought great benefits.

So what if we could produce more powerful, more powerful weapons? Ah, you can produce more results than you can imagine.

The guard fired a gun, bullets, and even bullets from the carrier and placed them on the table.

Galilee ace rifle attached to the grenade launcher. A ‘12-gauge' shotgun capable of both automatic and semi-automatic fire.

Glock 19.

7.62mm ammo, 12-gauge shotgun, 9m ammo, 7.62mm ammo.

Guns and bullets. These were the primary sources of protection on Earth.

Of course, not only guns and bullets, but also weapons with the firepower of this statue, or many guests who wanted special weapons, but it was also guns and bullets that were usually the most sought and sold. They were also the things that made the most money.

There's a difference between an AK47 or an M16 or a Galilee, and the fact that the most used weapon is a gun.

It hasn't changed.

This world is practically blank against guns. It is the sword, bow, and magic that occupies the place of the gun.

Of course, the usefulness and power of magic had been elevated by the guard, but according to the power of the weapon, guns and bullets would not be able to follow.

If only guns and bullets can be produced and sold in bulk, it may even be possible to control the world beyond just making money.

The problem was production. It is harder to make a gun, and harder to make a bullet.

I did not think it was technically entirely impossible. There have been examples on Earth of making AK47 rifles in a forge. Even handmade bullets aren't theoretically impossible with gunpowder.

The problem was quality. Handguns, my bullets, were things the right arms dealers never handled.

A 1%, no, 0.1% error is a gun and bullet that can cause a very high chance of ignition or even a firearm explosion.

In particular, the bullet was more than the bullet. Poverty

Even a guerrilla couldn't get a proper gun, so he used a handmade firearm made out of a forge, but the bullets only used what was made in the factory.

Using low-quality shells made by hand was a really high chance of a fire or gun explosion in an emergency situation.

There are also ways to make regenerated bullets using shells. However, the remainder of the bullet must be elaborately crafted without errors in order to achieve new bullet levels of reliability.

But they make shoddy guns and bullets in the forge? With this worldwide technology

I wondered if it was possible, and if it was possible, I wondered if the results would be as good as the hard work.

That's why I haven't considered ordering a copy to take the guns and bullets I have with me to any forge.

‘I'm limited in building my own business just by making and selling bombs. We also need to find out if we can produce or sell weapons. Then...

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't think of an answer right away. If this were Earth, there'd be guns rolling around in the streets.

You can go to the town and take risks and get weapons. But you can't do that in Eril.

Eventually, the guard stopped thinking. Sometimes it helps to take a moment to change your mood rather than repeating the unresolved problem.

The guard went out of the tent. As the evening feast set over the western mountains, a barren mountain range appeared.

In this way, the world did not look much different from Earth.

One sun, one moon. The sun rises from the east, loses from the west, and under it.

The earth is spread out.

Such a barren mountain landscape can be found anywhere on Earth. When I looked at the outside landscape that I felt so familiar with, I suddenly felt forgotten that this was a different world.

But again, this world was a different world. The guard who emptied his head and looked out, saw the existence of things that were never seen on earth.

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