Although Adam did not speak at this moment, his actions were enough to prove that what'she' said was not false.
Subsequently, everyone looked at 'Altair' again, but their gazes gradually shifted to observation, scrutiny, curiosity, inquiry, and calculation... Seeing the reactions of the people before her, 'Altair' sighed inwardly. This scene was exactly what'she' had pre-envisioned.
Only that Artisan looked at 'Altair' with eyes full of 'worship and admiration', just like a 'tech bro' from her previous life.
After a period of silence, the middle-aged man from the Southern Continent was the first to speak, asking, "How many firearms can your factory produce daily now? How powerful are they? Can you accept custom bullet orders...?"
'Altair' sat down and explained, "The specific production quantity cannot be estimated; raw materials are a major constraint. As for weapon performance, it is no worse than what the Loen Kingdom uses in the Southern Continent. We can accept custom bullet calibers, but customization requires a high price..."
"Military single-shot rifles are priced at 9 pounds each; military light machine guns are 60 pounds each; military heavy machine guns are over 200 pounds each; standard mass-produced bullets are 28 pounds per 500 rounds."
"Of course, these weapons are limited to what my factory can produce. If you need weapons that require customization, contact me separately, and I will provide a quote as soon as possible."
"Firearm and bullet technology are not for sale." Someone asked as soon as she finished speaking.
'Altair' did not reply to this. Instead, she raised her fingers and looked at them, curious about how Adam had managed to transfer her consciousness instantly while leaving a lifelike'self' in her original place.
Moreover,'she' knew well that a forced deal is hard to make, and fishing requires patience—especially for 'her', who possessed unique 'bait'.
Those who needed weapons were now exchanging looks, as if they were electing a representative.
After a few seconds of election, a high-level representative of Foussac spoke, "Your quote is far too high. You should also be aware that a military rifle currently sells for only about 7 pounds, and a six-barreled machine gun is only 80 pounds... If you are sincere about cooperating, I think we can discuss the price of the technology."
After hearing this, 'Altair' seemed to think of something instantly.'She' looked up at the person talking to her and said:
"What you say is indeed true. In that case, my current quote is 10 pounds for a rifle and 100 pounds for a light machine gun. As for the heavy machine gun, that will depend on my mood."
After speaking,'she' rubbed her chin as if thinking. Once she figured it out, she gave a mischievous smile. "Hmm~~ If you're not in a hurry, I feel like I can wait another half year. Of course, the consequence of all this is that you'll have to beg Loen like dogs to fight a bit slower. Ha~ Ha~ Ha."
At this moment, 'Altair' was like a Lunatic, showing no fear of these high-status figures and instead treating them as a source of amusement.
While'she' was still clutching her stomach and laughing, a dissatisfied female voice rang out, "Enough!"
Once 'Altair' calmed down, the female voice explained calmly, "We are seeking cooperation with great sincerity. Please do not play with us."
Hearing this, 'Altair' curled her lip and retorted, "Directly aiming for the technology counts as sincerity?"
"I think you all know that in this world right now, there are only two places that can manufacture this new gunpowder on a large scale. You can't break into the factories of those Loen Kingdom nobles. As for my factory, you have no idea where it is, and you don't even know my identity."
"The Artisan just said he still needs half a year. That means I can enjoy the dividends of this exclusive technology for another half year. Why should I share it with you?"
After speaking, 'Altair' looked at them as if they were Fools.
"..." The woman was silent for a few seconds before asking 'her', "What exactly do you want?"
'Altair' smiled at the woman and said, "Actually, I don't care much for these 'gold pounds'. Whether it's more or less money doesn't matter to me."
"I am currently in urgent need of a batch of high-Sequence 'Beyonder characteristics' and Beyonder materials. If your offer satisfies me, I can appropriately reduce the weapon pricing."
"Alternatively, you can request a kickback."
The group looked at each other, and the woman asked again, "Which Pathway and what Sequence Beyonder characteristics and materials do you need?"
Seeing her goal achieved, 'Altair' chuckled softly, "I need Fool, Door, Sun, Visionary, Darkness, Twilight Giant, Moon, Arbiter, Red Priest, Demoness..."
"Beyonder characteristics of these Pathways. And I don't want low Sequences; the lowest Sequence I need is sequence 7. I can purchase them at normal market prices."
Before'she' could finish, someone interrupted, "We refuse this trade. Your asking price is far too fantastical."
"Fine then." After saying this, 'Altair' leaned back in her chair, putting on a fearless front.
The matter was dropped, and no one mentioned it again until the meeting ended.
When Adam announced the end of the meeting, the figures on both sides of the long table faded one by one until they vanished.
It was only after everyone had left that 'Altair's' appearance returned to normal. Only two people remained in the empty hall. At this moment, 'Altair' looked at Adam in the distance and asked curiously, "Is there anything else?"
Adam gave her a gentle smile and said, "Just now, many people placed orders with you."
"They hope to receive sample firearms first and will decide whether to purchase after testing."
Altair curled her lip and said speechlessly, "I thought no one would buy. It's already been exposed that it can be replicated. What's the point of buying secretly? It'll still be discovered when it's used."
Adam explained with a smile, "Hiding one's light under a bushel is a form of wisdom."
"Hmm~" Altair nodded and asked curiously, "May I know the specific identities of the people trading with me?"
Adam shook his head slightly and did not speak.
"Fine..." After saying that, Altair asked again, "How did you swap my consciousness here instantly and create a fake me at the same time?"
"This is a world I created. Moving your position only requires a thought. As for how to create another fake you, please do not forget the abilities of a 'Spectator'." As Adam spoke, he created another fake 'Altair'.
Seeing the person beside her, Altair curiously reached out and touched her, praising, "Your Envisioning ability is truly strong; it can completely pass for the real thing."
"How do you know she is the fake one?"
Hearing this, Altair's eyes widened instantly as she looked at Adam and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Sensing her confusion, Adam simply said calmly, "Envision."
"So you replicated a version of me," Altair murmured casually.
Adam nodded and then shook his head, explaining, "Theoretically, yes. Based on my previous observations of you, I constructed a fictional version of you."
Altair said with a serious face, "If it's not necessary, please do not Envision me."
She then added, "Also, I need you to help me purchase some raw materials."