This world leans towards magic and bloodline power; firearms haven't even begun to emerge. In Mai Ge's memory, even fireworks were only seen during festivals in the capital, when the royal palace would set off auspicious fireworks to signify the king's blessings for his people.
The alchemists' methods and formulas for refining were treasures and had not yet been circulated among the common people, so he was somewhat puzzled as to what Mo Bai meant by something that could release enormous energy in an instant, and asked with some curiosity, "What kind of energy is that?"
Mo Bai looked at Mai Ge, hesitated for a moment, put down his spoon, and gestured with his hands, saying, "It's like a compressed fireball suddenly exploding; that's roughly the kind of energy."
Mai Ge raised an eyebrow; Mo Bai's description was closer to explosives.
Although he didn't know the specifics of that energy, following this line of thought, firearms were undoubtedly the best choice to convert it into ranged attack capabilities. As long as the barrel could withstand the instantaneous burst of energy, the sealed barrel could convert that energy into the kinetic energy of the bullet, thus creating a ranged attack.
Mai Ge had the idea and the approach. After all, he had lived for many years in a world with a much higher level of technological civilization. When he was in the United States, he often spent time at shooting ranges. He was not a novice when it came to firearms. His speed in disassembling guns was comparable to that of his father's bodyguard.
But he hesitated because, once firearms appeared, their terrifying power would inevitably drag this continent, which had only just ended a thousand years racial war and enjoyed a little over a hundred years of peace, from the age of magic and cold weapons into the age of firearms.
If humanity were to acquire the technology to manufacture firearms, their strength would undoubtedly surge. Humanity, the most numerous race in the world, which once barely managed to occupy a corner of the continent thanks to mages and knights. The balance of the Nolan Continent might be broken once again, igniting a new round of racial wars that would affect the entire continent.
With Amy, Mai Ge's wish was: world peace.
This was something like Pandora's box—once opened, it could never be closed—and Mai Ge didn't want to unleash it.
Although he didn't intend to offer any ideas, Mai Ge still looked at Mo Bai with some curiosity and asked, "I'm curious what you want to do with it?"
"I want to slay dragons." Mo Bai said earnestly, looking into Mai Ge's eyes.
"What grudge do dragons have against you? Why do you all want to kill them? Aren't baby dragons cute too?" Amy asked, full of doubt, sitting to the side. The smiling uncle wanted to kill dragon, and the dwarf grandpa wanted to kill dragon too. What exactly is a dragon? Why does everyone want to kill dragons so easily?
Mai Ge was also somewhat surprised. It didn't sound out of place coming from Kang Di's mouth; his entire set of equipment, except for the black donkey, was prepared for dragon slaying. But when Mo Bai said he wanted to slay dragon, Mai Ge almost couldn't help but laugh if it wasn't for his serious expression.
"Boss Mai must find this laughable, but it's alright, I think so too." Mo Bai chuckled self-deprecatingly. Just when Mai Ge thought it was just a joke Mo Bai told early in the morning, he slowly clenched his fist, his voice slightly low, and said, "But for me, this is probably the only motivation that keeps me alive, keeps me wielding this hammer.
That red dragon that ate my father when I was thirty still wreaks havoc on the continent. If I can't kill it with my own hands, I probably won't be able to close my eyes in peace when I die. But I don't have Mai Ge • Alex's abilities. If I want to slay dragon, I have to find another way. But now it seems that if this core problem isn't solved, all my previous efforts will have been in vain."
Mai Ge looked at Mo Bai, whose fists were clenched and veins were throbbing on his forehead, and his feelings became somewhat complicated.
Kang Di • Nicholas wanted to slay dragon to prove himself, to add the title of Dragon Slayer to his name.
Mo Bai, on the other hand, wanted revenge. The goal was the same, but the motives were completely different.
"Please accept my condolences." After hesitating for a moment, Mai Ge could only say apologetically. He couldn't bring himself to overturn the entire continent's overall structure or pattern for Mo Bai's wish.
However, Mo Bai's experience served as a reminder. This world was far from as peaceful as it appeared. Although most of the people in Chaos City were restrained by the Gray Temple, but if a dragon really attacks, how can he and Amy protect themselves?
"System, do you sell anti-aircraft missiles? Preferably the kind with automatic tracking." Mai Ge asked mentally.
"Host, this system solemnly reminds you that this system will never sell any items that could affect the balance of power in this world, including anti-aircraft missiles!" The system's voice was serious for the first time.
"Don't worry, I also like world peace. I'll just buy one for self-defense and guarantee I'll never use anti-aircraft missiles on my own," Mai Ge said calmly, then coaxed, "What if some evil dragon suddenly goes berserk and attacks the restaurant, and I die like Mo Bai's father? What use would your Chef God system be then?"
The system was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking, then said with a hint of disdain, "You can't afford it anyway."
Mai Ge raised an eyebrow. He was speechless at this, being looked down upon by the system.
However, the system's words were quite clear: money is a factor.
When he make a lot of money in the future, he'll install a few anti-aircraft missiles on the roof. If any evil dragon tries to cause trouble at the restaurant, he'll fire a Patriot missile to teach it a lesson to be a dragon.
If the red dragon that Mo Bai wants to eliminate happens to come to Chaos City, it's not impossible to discuss selling him the right to use a missile. It seems he's been wanting to do something big all these years, and he's probably saved up quite a bit of money. After all, he can sell a single weapon for 1000 gold coins; the money doesn't come slow.
"It's nothing. I haven't mentioned this to anyone for many years. I was enjoying my meal at Boss Mai's place, so I couldn't help but say a few more words." Mo Bai smiled again, shook his head, and picked up his spoon to continue eating his fried rice.
Mai Ge glanced at Mo Bai, then turned and walked towards the kitchen. He wasn't going to change his mind or decision on this matter for now.
Because in this world, slaying dragons doesn't necessarily require guns and cannons. Back then, Mai Ge • Alex, wielding a heavy sword and riding a griffin, took down several dragons in the sky.
"Boss Mai, are there any new dishes today?" Just as Mai Ge reached the kitchen doorway, Ha Beng's voice rang out. Although he tried to suppress his voice, it was still incredibly penetrating.
"Loudmouth, you need to follow the rules, okay? No loud noises." Amy looked up at Ha Beng and said somewhat seriously.
"I know, I know…" Ha Beng nodded hurriedly, almost forgetting the rules in his excitement. Looking at Amy, he felt inexplicably timid.
"Yes, you can try the new product today. Those of you who purchased crowdfunding vouchers can try it in advance. The new product is the La Zhi Rou Jia Mo (Chinese hamburger)." Mai Ge turned to look at Ha Ga and Ha Beng as they entered, and nodded with a smile.