"Where are we going next?" Serahina asked as they walked out of the warehouse.
"To hunt monsters," Gabriel replied.
A glint of confusion flickered across her eyes as she tried to understand what he meant. Then, all of a sudden, realization dawned on her.
"You want to extract the monster corpses?"
"That is the best way to equip my subordinates without breaking the bank." he replied, finally stepping outside as the glare of sunlight briefly shone across his face.
Outside, after working for a bit, he was met with quite the scene.
Sophie, Bunny, and a few core members of the guild were currently deep in discussion.
The moment they noticed him stepping out of the warehouse, Sophie let out a sigh of relief.
"What is happening here?"
At Gabriel’s words, it was Anna beside him who replied. "Master, they were worried about you."
"That sound earlier... were you truly testing out a skill?" Sophie asked with a frown. "Almost everyone in the camp heard it. What kind of skill would make that much noise?"
"Hehehe, at least the human woman acknowledged my strength," Serahina chuckled softly from beside Gabriel, her pleasant laughter echoing faintly in his ear.
Gabriel’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly before he replied. "Yes, I was testing out an attack. Please inform everyone else in the camp."
She hesitated briefly before nodding. "Alright then."
Once she was gone, Gabriel spoke again. "Let us check out the workshop before we head into the wilderness."
"That is fine by me," Serahina shrugged.
The two then headed toward Logan’s workshop.
As they approached, the sound of sparks and hammering rang through the door. When they stepped inside, the first thing Gabriel noticed was the mechanic wearing a serious expression as he worked on assembling a Hellfire turret.
There were over two hundred Hellfire turrets neatly displayed on shelves throughout the workshop. Gabriel traced a hand along one of the weapons, feeling mana pulsing faintly through its barrels.
"He has been working for several hours now..." a voice suddenly spoke behind Gabriel.
Damian stepped forward, one hand tucked into his pocket. "This otherworlder kid is quite the hard worker. I thought their kind was lazy, but this one proved me wrong."
Gabriel did not reply immediately, his attention fixed on Logan as he meticulously added the finishing touches to a turret.
"Right... he is," he said at last without looking at Damian. "That was one of the reasons I recruited him in the first place."
At the moment, Logan had not even scratched the surface of his true potential. There was far more in store for him. Right now, he only had access to the Hellfire turret and the Electronic Mana Gun blueprint, which was currently on temporary hold due to the rarity of the required materials.
If he managed to get his hands on more blueprints or even designed one himself, there was a lot more he could create.
Just then, Logan finally sensed their presence and looked up from his work.
"Sir Broken, Sir Damian, I did not know you were here," he said, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead.
"Your perception stat must be really lacking. We have been standing here for quite a while now," Damian remarked with a soft chuckle.
"I was on my way out. I only came to check how far you have progressed," Gabriel said calmly. "I will be taking my leave now."
The moment he stepped outside, a small group was already gathered, seemingly engrossed in discussion.
Alice, Ragnarok99, Sniperbowlegend, Lily, Cassie, Sophie, and Scarlett were all present.
Scarlett, the vice guild leader, had decided to remain in the camp to help prepare for the upcoming battle due to their alliance.
At the moment, the only one running the Adventurer Guild was Brunt, the same tank who had assessed Gabriel when he first joined.
Brunt staying behind was not for security reasons. It was mostly because Scarlett wanted someone reliable to keep things in order while she was away.
Being inside the capital city, located in a bustling district with thousands of residents, there was no way the Eastern Camp would dare attack the Adventurer Guild.
Doing so would be declaring war on the Valerian Kingdom.
No matter how large the Eastern and Northern camps were, going against an established kingdom with thousands of years of heritage was nothing short of suicidal.
Gabriel calmly approached the group, realizing it was the perfect opportunity to share his findings from Geoffrey.
When they heard about the enemy’s size and stockpiled weapons, almost all of them gasped.
"Sir Broken, how about we prepare a little longer before attacking?" Ragnarok99 spoke in an unusually low voice.
The others shared the same thoughts. The three hundred thousand inhabitants, along with their high grade weapons and treasures, had clearly rattled them.
"The longer we wait, the easier it becomes for them to launch an attack when we least expect it," Gabriel replied. "For now, I need everyone to prepare. We do not have much time. Besides, not everyone out of those three hundred thousand people can fight. I am confident we can take them on."
"What do you mean by that?" Sophie asked softly.
"According to the butler, the number of people who can actually fight is roughly forty to fifty thousand."
Hearing that number, almost everyone except Scarlett sucked in a cold breath.
"Forty to fifty thousand..." Bunny muttered, her usual playful tone nowhere to be found. "That is still insane."
"It is," Alice admitted, arms crossed as her brows knitted together. "That is not a raid force. That is an army."
"And that is only the ones who can actually fight," Lily added grimly. "That does not even count their reserves or whatever monsters they have stockpiled."
She always knew this was not a good idea.
Gabriel did not deny any of it. He simply stood there, his expression calm and unreadable, letting the weight of the information settle in.
"That is exactly why we cannot afford to drag this out," he said evenly. "If we hesitate, they will not."
Scarlett finally spoke, her sharp gaze moving from one face to another. "He is right. The Eastern and Northern camps are not stupid. They are already probing. However, even so, a head on confrontation would be suicide."
"Who said anything about head on?" Gabriel replied calmly, a faint smirk forming on his lips.