Munitions Empire

"It's okay," Tang Mo said with an awkward smile. Being a businessman, seeking an audience with the Baron was not an easy task. He had already made two appointments before and had barely made it to today when he was finally granted permission, earning him the right to sit there and wait.

He had just seen the "Romantic Rose" four-wheeled carriage in the courtyard, so of course, he knew what Baron Stela had been busy with that morning.

Probably tussling with a little harlot who cost two Gold Coins for a night until dawn, at this time, no one would bother putting on trousers to deal with a businessman who had come from afar.

Businessman, huh! Lowly businessman. Tang Mo inwardly mocked himself, stood up to send off the servant who took money to ward off disaster, and then slumped back into the chair in the parlor after the latter had left.

He had spent 25 Silver Coins and 75 Copper Coins just for the privilege of sitting here and drinking cold water and was certainly not inclined to leave easily. He did not want that money to go to waste.

So after sitting down, he just quietly stared at his old leather boots that were so worn out the edges were about to split, lost in thought.

Even though he had adapted to this world and accepted the fact that he had suddenly traveled here, he still wasn't quite used to it, not quite used to this dreamlike life.

No wifi, no internet, no electric lights, no phones. No taxis, no airplanes, the entire world suddenly had no convenience to speak of.

Back then, they said being able to make a living in the 21st century was impressive, and they wouldn't trade it for an Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, which turned out to be true... since the Emperors of the Tang Dynasty had never even eaten fried potato chips.

This world didn't even have flies on trousers... Tang Mo looked at his own trousers and once again fell into endless criticism.

The current world is at the very beginning of the industrial civilization, an era where even steam engines are unheard of by most! Gas lamps are just beginning to be popular along the streets of large cities, and four-wheeled carriages are still the most important means of transportation.

Wars rely on flintlock guns and muzzle-loading cannons. Soldiers depend on courage as they form neat lines and march to the beat of the drum, launching fierce charges against the enemy...

The Nobility, ranked in the order of duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron, oppress knights, freemen, and slaves alike. Kingdoms are scattered across the world like a jigsaw puzzle—all very different from the era Tang Mo was familiar with.

Tang Mo, having traveled to this place, had become the owner of a weapons manufacturing workshop. His reason for sitting here was to pitch his new weapon.

After what seemed like an eternity, the servant returned once more. This time he didn't enter the room but stood at the door and delivered the news that excited Tang Mo: "The Baron has woken up, and he wants to see you."

"Thank you, thank you!" Tang Mo, who was almost dozing off, immediately stood up, straightened his clothes, and followed the servant out.

Passing through the corridor and past two sets of armor with a sense of age, Tang Mo followed the servant to the courtyard. On the stone-paved path lined with manicured lawns, Baron Stela, dressed in hunting attire, was conversing with two Guards. They occasionally burst into laughter and only stopped when Tang Mo approached.

"Baron," Tang Mo said, bowing his head as a greeting, his attention drawn by the hound the Baron was holding.

It was a slender hunting dog, which began to bare its teeth at the sight of Tang Mo, showing strong aggression and seemingly starved for a day.

The Baron, yawning casually, mentioned to his guest in a listless tone, "My time is very precious, ah... very precious! So I hope you don't waste it. What exactly is your purpose in seeking an audience with me this time... Let's hear it."

It was very impolite indeed, but the fact that a Baron was willing to take the time to meet with a commoner was already a gracious act.

I've already tried to see you twice and even paid money! And you damn well don't even glance at the letter of request I sent? Bastard! Tang Mo cursed inwardly but his smile remained unchanged as he spoke humbly, "It's like this, Baron. I've invented a new type of gun..."

"Ha ha!" The two guards standing behind Baron Stela burst into contemptuous laughter.

They were the Baron's Guards, wearing on their waists a very finely made flintlock pistol. The handle was carved with patterns, with the flintlock mechanism exposed.

Baron Stela's face was full of amusement as he looked back at his laughing subordinates and said to Tang Mo, "I thought it was something serious... At present, almost the entire world is using the Shireck Flintlock Gun, which has virtually no drawbacks!"

"My Lord! My new gun uses modern ammunition! It's hardly affected by weather and shoots farther and more accurately!" Tang Mo decided to enlighten the arrogant fool in front of him about what is called progress of the era.

Although the flintlock gun had been the main armament for military troops for over a hundred years, Tang Mo knew that this weapon was far from the end-all of armaments.

This weapon was destined to be replaced by something more advanced and powerful, becoming a thing of the past, and Tang Mo firmly believed his weapon represented the future.

"I know what you merchants are thinking... I know! You always come up with something flashy but impractical, then fantasize about nobility paying for your greed. Humph!" Baron Stela said with a face full of disdain.

The hunting dog at his feet began to bark restlessly and lunged at Tang Mo with force. Baron Stela, his body hollowed by debauchery, struggled to hold back the leash.

Tang Mo really wanted to remind the damn fool to control his dog because the vicious hound was just inches away from biting his trousers.

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"My lord! I assure you…" Tang Mo finally managed to speak up after the dog had stopped, starting his explanation.

"Hmm... Come here!" Baron Stela called out, and a servant nearby approached with a bowed head. Once the servant was close enough, Stela pointed at Tang Mo, "Bring over the things this fellow has brought. If I'm not satisfied, fine him one gold coin!"

"Yes, my lord." The servant glanced at Tang Mo, full of pity for this poor sod, thinking that their master was about to swindle someone again. This one gold coin was certainly not going to be spared.

Tang Mo was actually quite confident in his sample, for it was a fine product he and the old craftsmen in his household had toiled over for seven days and nights to create!

It was good enough to influence the outcome of wars... truly a remarkable thing.

When the servant returned, he was carrying a wooden box over a meter long in his arms. Although the box lacked lavish decoration, it possessed an indescribable sleek beauty.

Prepared and knowing the importance of packaging, Tang Mo had personally overseen the box's construction. Each of the eight corners had been smoothed, and all six faces waxed and polished to a shine.

At least, the box showed effort, so when Baron Stela saw it, he did pause for a moment.

Then, snapping back to reality, he handed off the hunting dog's leash to a guard and expertly signaled another guard to come over.

The guard proceeded as usual, pulling out the flintlock gun from his waist, swiftly packing the gunpowder, inserting the bullet, and cocking the flintlock mechanism, then handed the weapon to the baron.

"I'll give you a chance to demonstrate. If you mess around, I'll kill you. If you do not satisfy me, pay up and get lost!" the baron said, taking the pistol and pointing it at Tang Mo, clearly in a good mood, which suggested he often played this game.

"This is my latest designed Tang's K1-type Quick Gun!" Tang Mo quickly opened the box that the servant was holding, and took out the long gun he had meticulously prepared.

In Tang Mo's era, before he was transported to this world, this weapon had a renowned name: the Dreyse Needle Gun! It was the mighty weapon that made flintlock guns obsolete, defining the basic form of rifles for the next hundred years!

So, Tang Mo was very confident in this weapon. It was just that he had little faith in the numbskull of a baron before him.

But he didn't have many good alternatives. These days, the higher the status of the person you wanted to meet, the more difficult it was to get an audience, not to mention the wasted time and travel. Tang Mo really didn't have much money left for bribes or to prepare visiting gifts.

Calmly, he picked up the rifle, inserted the cartridge wrapped in paper into the chamber, turned it, and pushed the bolt forward, closing it swiftly and with practiced ease.

He then shouldered the rifle, aimed at a distant thicket, and pulled the trigger, sending a sharp report echoing through the skies above the estate. A flock of birds startled from the trees, their wings fluttering as they flew into the distance.

In the midst of the onlookers' stunned silence, Tang Mo opened the bolt again, ejecting the partially burnt paper cartridge, and blew into the barrel.

There was no helping it, smokeless gunpowder had not been invented yet, so cleaning the barrel after every shot was a cumbersome task.

However, compared to the flintlock gun, Tang Mo's needle gun already represented a significant improvement.

In almost half the time it took to prepare a flintlock gun for firing, Tang Mo had reloaded another paper cartridge, pushed the bolt in place once more, and was ready to shoot again.

"Bang!" Another shot rang out into the open sky. Tang Mo waved his hand, dispersing the residual gunpowder smoke hovering around them for Baron Stela, and waited quietly for him to speak.

"The box is nice." Baron Stela lowered the pistol that had been pointed at Tang Mo and fired it into the sky, discharging a third shot.

As the sound of the gun dissipated and the barking dogs echoed around them, the baron handed his firearm to his guard and casually said to the servant carrying the wooden box, "When you leave, just give him the gold coin."

"My lord!" Tang Mo, not ready to give up, tried to speak again, but Baron Stela silenced him with a gesture.

The baron walked over to the box containing the needle gun, examined it thoroughly, and then continued, "The bullet I just fired won't be charged to you separately. This box is nice, it'll be perfect for holding my fishing gear."

"It's getting late; I must attend Viscount Hel's dinner." Looking back, he dismissed Tang Mo, "You may leave now."

That marked the end of the audience. The servant handed the box to another guard, then walked over to Tang Mo, gesturing for him to leave.

Tang Mo forced a smile, bowed slightly, and with his new-style Quick Gun in his arms, he took two steps backward, following the servant towards the estate's main gate.

He knew he had failed this time. Who could have imagined... that he would actually encounter a fool with poor judgement?