Slan stood as stable as a rock, without any wavering, seemingly without a brain, behind the accountant, without any opinion.

That is to say, he had long received the news, and even agreed with it. Moreover, this accountant's status was extraordinarily high.

Yet, the other's pointed words hinted at something to him.

After a moment of silence, Ji Jue knocked on the table. The spiritual circuit spread, covering and sealing the room, isolating the entire office. Then, a layer of electric sparks appeared out of nowhere, rudely scanning, crashing all equipment and facilities.

Finally, under Isis's surveillance, the place was now a complete secret chamber.

"I imagine your side isn't interested in hydroelectric or wind power generators?" Ji Jue asked with a half-smile.

"No."

The accountant shook his head, decisively answering, "We're actually interested in those as well."

"Red Country is windy, and your wind generators are cheap to manufacture and easy to maintain. Before coming, we've already decided on a trial procurement plan.

Including the tricycles on the coast, the newly released large-scale grain processing equipment, and a batch of armored off-road vehicles..."

The accountant said slowly, "Slan told me that Mr. Ji Jue is reasonable and easy to talk to, as long as it doesn't involve principles, and advised me not to beat around the bush or test him—just state our needs directly.

I think I don't need to hide anything.

You should be aware of the main mission of the Returning Knight abroad."

Ji Jue asked, "Exchange?"

"Not just exchange, but also goods."

The accountant offered a self-mocking smile, "Our cooperation method with the Lou Clan is settled using the Lou Clan's spiritual industry products and outsourcing.

Apart from the Fuel Element that doesn't belong to us, Red Country has sparse resources, and the people barely survive; even the annual food relies on the knights venturing out to earn enough to bring back. Even so, many still starve to death.

Moreover, frequent disasters and conflicts need not be mentioned.

In truth, we too wish to maintain stability, but alas..."

He stopped speaking any further.

It's impossible to seek peace—there's always the Empire overhead.

The proxy wars between the Empire and the Federation have never ceased in Central Earth for years. Not to mention various terrorist organizations and all sorts of chaos borne out of turmoil.

With words at this point, Ji Jue naturally didn't make any pretense and directly asked:

"What do you want?"

The accountant gave a shy smile, turned his head, and looked out the window.

In the park outside the window, a team of fully armed security guards patrolled past, their footsteps firm and metallic rustling ceaseless.

A medium-sized exoskeleton over three meters tall moved through the fine rain, holding various imitation armor weapons, with an iron face that was ferocious!

Ji Jue fell silent for a long time, shook his head:

"... I think you have misunderstood, this is not Power Armor."

Though similar in appearance, there was a fundamental difference between an exoskeleton and Power Armor—like the difference between a cucumber tricycle and a real armored off-road vehicle.

No matter how much you exaggerate, at most it's just a feedback-powered system wrapped in an iron shell.

The accountant only nodded, openly stating, "If it were true Power Armor, we wouldn't dare want it."

Red Country buying a bunch of Power Armor?

Are you crazy?!

If that were the case, Ji Jue might just finish loading the shipment and dissolve with the tribal leader at the other end...

Exactly this kind of heavy exoskeleton is the most suitable.

Far from the top, but plentiful enough below.

The Federation and the Empire watch assuredly, while compatriots and opponents see it as threatening, perfectly fitting!

"No, what I mean is..."

Ji Jue paused, his voice low, "But it can be.

At least, with a bit more effort."

"..."

Now it was the accountant's turn to be speechless.

Staring at Ji Jue, incredulous.

One part questioning if he heard wrong, the other doubting...

Damned bastard, are you planning to sell us to the Federation Security Bureau?!

Ji Jue couldn't be bothered to say more, flipped through the drawer and pulled out a piece of paper, pushing it over: "Take this configuration list to your superior for a look."

Power upgrades, configuration upgrades, outer armor upgrades, weapon module upgrades, Fuel Backpack Engine option, alchemy products option...

The items on the paper were assembled piece by piece, and in the end, despite the crude and violent accumulation of materials and the devilish combination with several times the cost, unexpectedly... it really looked somewhat... devilish!

Though performance-wise, it was lacking far more than a notch; the power aspect was barely satisfactory; the flight control system was non-existent, only capable of long-distance jumps via jetpacks; mobility-wise, as slow as a tortoise compared to today's fourth-generation armor; weapon-wise, downright inferior to armor in all aspects, it was merely adequate overall.

But with just a little more effort, striving for it, it was almost close to reaching the now-common but obsolete first-generation armor!

And the price!

The crucial point was the price... though marked up several times indecently, it was still only half, if not less than half, of similar products from the Empire!

And it came with after-sales service, maintenance, training, and lessons, as a one-time deal! Go back and enjoy it old friend!

Though it wasn't armor, but... but...

The accountant's old hand trembled unconsciously and couldn't stop, finally letting out a long sigh, solemnly asked: "This, these numbers...?"

"Round off to the decimal, warranted without a fake, ten times compensation for falsehood. And right now, we can offer a buy ten get one free promotion, buy ten units, and you'll get an entire set of accessories free.

Furthermore, parts needed for maintenance can be offered at a friendly price."

Ji Jue smiled, "If you think I'm making empty boasts, you can observe the effectiveness in this real combat. After all, seeing is believing, isn't it?"

The accountant said nothing more.

He lowered his head, repeatedly going through the configuration list and specific numbers in his hand, taking a deep breath, and slowly exhaling.

Damn, even if not accurate to the decimal, if the actual effect fulfills eight-tenths of what's on paper, it would be enough to make the Fungus Lord laugh in his dreams!

"This is a significant matter, I must report it first, please allow me to excuse myself."

The accountant put away the configuration sheet, slowly got up, saluted Ji Jue, and lastly patted Slan on the shoulder, "The spores will arrive tomorrow.

Remember your duty, Slan, ensure that you don't fail the mission!"

No mention of agreement or disagreement.

He just left.

Ji Jue was slightly stunned.

In the silent office, he looked at Slan, whose expression was complex, unable to comprehend: "What... does this mean?"

"It means that, regardless of consequences, regardless of the cost."

Slan looked at him resentfully, sighed, and resolved:

"——People can die off, but we must win."

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