Weapon seller in the world of magic

After the university's inaugural function was over, Mark returned to the mansion with his family to celebrate Lu Shan's first birthday.

A private banquet was held for the guests in his mansion; Mark and Song Yue sat together, with the 1-year-old sitting between them. Shang Jiao, Mark's parents, some close relatives of Song Yue, ministers and their respective families, Eol, Allen and Zan Rong, Sylvandria, and even the four guardian beasts in their humanoid forms attended this banquet, showcasing the strength of demigod numbers on Mark's side to the royal guests, the envoys.

At the same time, this is also a unisex banquet and not a traditional banquet that separates genders into different halls. The envoys from vassal states were a bit embarrassed to stay at the banquet which was filled with family couples all around. They could only bear it and quietly ate their food amid the bustling environment.

Shen Ling unfortunately couldn't attend due to her state.

Mark was all smiles as he was talking with his brother and Song Yue, eating his fill. But then, little Lu Shan, who supposedly finished his food a while ago, tugged his sleeves and pointed his finger at the Elf priestess, who was sitting a bit far away from Mark and looked a bit uncomfortable. "Godmother is not eating food."

It was only then did Mark observed her. When he did, he realized that she had trouble eating her food, for some reason.

Mark leaned his head to the side and said to Song Yue who was talking with Shang Jiao, "I'll just come. Don't let go of Xiao Shan."

"Ah! Yes…"

"Baba, where are you going?" He tightly grabbed Mark's pants, not letting him leave.

"Awww… Shan Shan… come to the aunt…" Shang Jiao took him into her arms and Mark left the table and walked to Sylvandria with a cup of rice wine. As the host and also the most important person in the room, many eyes followed him as he went to talk with the Elf.

Sylvandria also saw him. As he reached her, she got up while raising the cup with her two hands with a forced smile on her face. It only has water in her cup, though. Both of them drank, and she was about to sit down. It was then Mark asked, "Is there something troubling you, Syl?"

Sylvandria looked at him in a bit of surprise and replied as she averted his gaze, "Nothing. Just that the smell of meat is disgusting to me. You know we dislike eating meat."

"But, this isn't the first time you attended a banquet though. You have even been in a larger one," Mark furrowed his brows. He knew her long enough to see that she was hiding something. "What's going on with you, Syl?"

The former Elf high priestess continued to glance away as she answered, "Feeling nauseous and don't have much appetite… you know… it is a female problem… not comfortable to say it."

*Ding! She indicates periods, master.

The artificial intelligence said in his head. "So, elves do get it, huh…" Mark felt a bit embarrassed and apologized, returning back to his seat.

After half a minute, he glanced at Sylvandria's seat but only to find her missing.

"Markie… come with me. Mother is calling us." "Ah, Yes… let's go."

Meanwhile, Sylvandria appeared in one of the guest rooms of the mansion. A blinding flash of light covered her for a second before her belly bulged outwards by about 10-11 inches and she became quite chubbier. She took heavy breaths as she sat down on the bed, "I don't think I can suppress it for very long. If only Lu Zhen had left as he planned, it wouldn't have been any problem. Now, six months left and I don't think I have more time. 8 more months is the highest I can suppress this. Fuu…"

*click*

Upon listening to the opening of the door, Sylvandria hurriedly launched a spell to look as slim and pretty as before.

"Oh, Sister Sylvandria?" Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

"Hey there."

"What are you doing here? Don't you have the banquet to attend?"

"Periods."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it is fine. Anyway, I'm fine now. I'm leaving."

A while later, Mark sat with the envoys from the vassal states one after another, who all had some requests from their respective Kings.

The Southern Phoenix kingdom wished for a tax cut for the next quarter due to the drought and also the large ammunition supply.

The Northern Phoenix kingdom wished for more roadways to the three cities and also asked for a hundred robots to speed up some of their ongoing construction projects.

The Western Moon kingdom wished for Shen Ling to return home for her childbirth as their so-called fortune teller deemed it very auspicious for the Shen Dynasty in such a case.

The Eastern Sun kingdom sent the request to repair their warship and also their acceptance of their joint project, the Bank of Genesis, proposed by Mark a few months ago.

The Golden Eagle Kingdom, despite being in the middle of the war, still sent an envoy but without any request. Just a well-wishing letter.

As for the Western Yan, they want more funds for the development.

However, the Dragon Empire's message handed by the envoy was different from the others. Yes, it is a request, but not any aid or something. It was a suggestion, which quite appeared like a demand.

The Tang Dynasty emperor was informing Mark that the Shi Dynasty made an un-rejectable offer to them to protect their empire. He suggested that Mark should stop King Qi from proceeding further with his conquest for a period of ten years so that the Leon Empire may achieve stability.

"You are finally getting involved, huh," Mark burned the scroll in the flames right in front of the envoy. The latter was taken aback and asked, "Your Majesty, are you rejecting our suggestion? Do you have any reply for our Majesty?"

Mark replied in a serious tone, "Go back and tell him that I have already forgiven him once for trying to cause trouble for me. And if he now tries to poke his finger in Vermilion Bird Continent's business, the entire Dragon Empire will be burned in the flames."

The envoy bowed and calmly said, "Understood. Anything else, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, If he doesn't heed my warning and take it lightly, I would be left with no choice other than to actively help his nemesis, who has been planning for her revenge for many years."

"Understood." The envoy maintained his calmness, showcasing his diplomacy. He bowed, "If you excuse me, I'll take my leave."

Mark gave a nod and the envoy slowly walked in a backward direction with his head down until he exited the room and then finally turned around to leave.

Mark sighed, "Regardless of whether they will get involved or not, I will help Xin Rui anyway. So, I hope they get involved so that I will have a good reason to attack them."

The next day;

In the morning, as every other day, Mark flew to the floating island. Fujian Dao is renamed as Binggong Dao, aka Arms Factory Island.

Upon landing, the giant 20-foot robot greeted him. It is no longer the factory's last line of defense and currently the overseer/manager here after Ark Prime left his place to lead the mining team on Earth-486. After Mark revived him with a new AI core using Ark's data, he named it Ark Alpha, mainly due to his body composition of adamantine.

"Welcome Back, Chancellor," The robot saluted as per standard procedure designed by Ark, on Mark's instructions.

Mark gave a nod.

"So, give me the current progress."

Walking beside him, Ark Alpha replied, "Chancellor, our current rate of production is about 3.7-4.5 uranium warheads/day and 10.2-11.25 plutonium warheads/year. So far, during the past 52 years (real-time months), a total of 94221 uranium warheads and 125 plutonium warheads have been produced. Around 642 tons of uranium remained. However, we have halted the process of enriching the uranium as we should replace coolant systems and control rods in atleast six of them."

"Good. Next…"

"The fifth facility's construction has been completed. Would you like to tour?"

"No, let's go to the second facility."

"Affirmed."

After a while;

They entered the robot-made factory. There are colossal-sized robots as big as 500 foot big, almost touching the ceiling appeared in his sight. They are around 15 in number, standing on each side against the walls, looking like imposing guards.

To fulfill his visions, Mark built three more factories on the floating island of Fujian; one is for robotic production, the second is for the required alloy extraction process, and the last one is entirely a research facility.

All of the credit goes to the Orb of Time. As the time on Arms Factory Island runs atleast 100 times faster than the outside world, he achieved everything he could in the span of 6 months.

As Mark was admiring the view around with all proud smiles, Ark Alpha spoke, "Chancellor, as you are already aware, from the meteor you have provided, we have extracted a total of 84112 tons of adamantium, 40331 tons of iron, 21555 tons of Iridium, 14992 tons of palladium, 12497 tons of ruthenium, 11916 tons of rhodium, 8844 tons of silicate, and 14452 tons of graphite.

Out of which…"