When Beauty Meets Beasts

Chapter 536 Business

Mark introduced Arso to Huanhuan.

As for Murphy, he and Arso knew each other. They nodded at each other in greeting.

Arso looked up and carefully examined the woman in front of him, who was much taller than him. His old eyes were bright. "You're the woman who's been staying at Mark's house recently?"

Huanhuan was wearing a veiled hat, so Arso couldn't see her face. He could only judge from her clothes and figure that she must be a rich young lady from a good family.

"Hello, I'm Huanhuan."

Arso nodded in response, his attitude neither cold nor indifferent.

Most dwarfs did not have a good impression of creatures taller than them.

The dwarfs who followed in greeted Mark, then leaned over to study the cannon. Arso quickly joined them.

Dwarfs were naturally good at inventing, and they had no resistance to this newly developed equipment. They studied the cannon and discussed it. From time to time, they would pull Mark over to ask questions.

Huanhuan looked at them as if she was looking at science maniacs.

Knowing that the cannon could blow up a large rock, the dwarfs couldn't sit still anymore. They suggested that Mark fire another shell.

Mark had made the cannon, but the gunpowder was on Huanhuan.

If they wanted to fire the cannon, they had to get Huanhuan's permission.

Mark looked at Huanhuan for her opinion.

Huanhuan took out a small bag of gunpowder. "I didn't make much gunpowder. This is all I have."

After thanking her, Mark took the powder bag and stuffed it into the cannon. He reminded the others to lean back.

There was a bang!

The cannon shot out and exploded on the ground 10 meters away, creating a huge pit!

This was the first time the dwarfs had seen such a powerful weapon. Their eyes widened in shock, and they stood rooted to the ground for a long time before coming back to their senses.

They praised Mark one after another, expressing their admiration for him. "Mark, your cannon is amazing!"

Mark puffed out his chest proudly.

After watching the commotion, his dwarf friends went back. Before Arso left, he whispered to Mark, "Keep your canon safe. Don't let anyone see it. Come to my house tonight. I have something to tell you."

Faced with the old tribe leader's instructions, Mark quickly agreed. "I understand."

After sending the old tribe leader away, Mark and Murphy carried the cannon back.

Mark touched the cannon lovingly, his eyes filled with obsession. This was his best invention in years!

Huanhuan cut a plate of sweet fruits and shared them with Mark and Murphy.

She asked, "How long will it take you to make one cannon?"

As he ate, Mark said, "It took me years to make this cannon. Now that I've had a successful experience, I think I can make two in a month."

Huanhuan immediately said, "I want to order 20 cannons. The price is 20 red energy crystals."

She took out a red crystal as a sample and showed it to him.

As soon as he saw the red crystal, Mark's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly wiped his hands clean and carefully took the red crystal. He looked around, then tested it with an instrument. The result proved that the elemental energy contained in this red crystal was dozens of times more than that colorless crystal!

This was a treasure that could not be bought with money!

Mark's fingers were trembling as he clenched the red crystal. He looked at Huanhuan eagerly and asked in a trembling voice, "Is what you said true? If I make 20 cannons, you'll give them to me?"

Huanhuan nodded slowly. "Yes, 20 red crystals for 20 cannons. The red crystal in your hand is a deposit."

"Okay!" Afraid that she would go back on her word, Mark agreed quickly. "Give me 10 months... No, give me 8 months. I promise to make you 20 cannons!"

Huanhuan took out an elementary contract scroll and said with a smile, "Although I believe in you, let's sign a contract."

She wrote the entire transaction in the scroll in black and white.

Mark took the scroll and realized that he didn't recognize the words, but magically, he could understand what they meant.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's this scroll?"

"A contract scroll. Once you violate the contract, your soul will suffer a backlash."

Mark didn't think about it for long before happily pressing his thumbprint on the contract scroll.

The contract was now valid.

Huanhuan put away the scroll and bent down. She extended her right hand to the dwarf who was shorter than her and smiled. "Let's shake hands."

Mark carefully put away the red crystals. He followed her movements and extended his right hand.

They clasped hands.

"Happy to be working with you."

At night, Mark went out to look for the old tribe leader. Only Huanhuan and Murphy were left at home.

Murphy looked at Huanhuan and hesitated.

Huanhuan took the initiative to ask, "Are you going to ask me how I got that contract scroll?"

"Yes, how did you get it?"

Huanhuan smiled. "I'm not telling you."

Murphy: "..."

He watched as Huanhuan put her hands behind her back and skipped upstairs.

This woman was getting naughtier.

...

The old patriarch's house was in the middle of Swan Valley. After knocking on the door, Mark quickly got Arso's permission to push open the door and enter.

Arso asked his wife to prepare some black bread and hot tea.

"You haven't eaten dinner, right? Come and sit down with me."

Mark followed the old tribe leader's words and sat down at the dining table.

In the past, Mark liked to eat black bread the most, but after eating the delicacies Huanhuan made, he now felt that black bread was the worst food in the world. However, he couldn't show his disgust in front of the old tribe leader. He could only brace himself and pick up the black bread. He took a big bite.

Also smiled. "I knew you were coming, so I got my wife to specially prepare this for you. Is it delicious?"

Mark nodded as he ate, indicating that it was delicious.

However, he was wondering why it was so hard. He couldn't even swallow it!

He picked up his teacup and took a large gulp of hot water before swallowing.

This time, he finally understood how Huanhuan felt when she first tasted black bread.

Was this karma?

As he ate, Arso asked, "What are you going to do with that cannon you made?"

"I'm going to sell it."

Arso wasn't surprised by the answer. Most of what the dwarfs made would be sold as commodities for money unless they had special sentimental value.

This was how the dwarfs survived.

Also said, "Since you're going to sell it anyway, why don't you just sell it to me?"

"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough!"

Caught off guard, Mark choked on the bread and coughed until tears came to his eyes.

He pounded his chest as he picked up his teacup and poured water into his mouth.

He didn't stop coughing until he'd drained the cup of hot water.

He wiped his mouth, looking very troubled. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't agree to your request."