Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 710

710: Blazing Cannon Blunder 710: Blazing Cannon Blunder Ethan and Celia walked into the Council Hall.

“Looking at the guild’s recent spending, it’s all on herbs, ore, and lumber.

Is this preparation for the Fortress Wars expansion?” Ethan asked as they walked.

“Yes,” Celia replied.

“Victor and the others managed to get a schematic from the Blood Legion Armory a while back…” At her words, Ethan’s eyebrows shot up.

He cut in, “An engineering schematic?

For the Blazing Cannon?” Celia was taken aback.

“Yes…

How did you know?” “Wow, Victor and the guys must be doing great!

They cleared the Fortress on Expert and even scored that?” Ethan said.

The moment Celia mentioned the Blood Legion Armory, he knew exactly what they’d found.

The Blazing Cannon schematic only dropped from the final boss there.

The drop rate wasn’t abysmal, and it was essentially the first piece of deployable engineering equipment available in the early stages of Ethereal.

But its actual power…

Ethan couldn’t help but curl his lip in disdain.

“How many have they produced so far?” he inquired.

“We’ve gathered materials for about thirty-plus cannons, but they haven’t been assembled yet!

The ore requirement is massive.

I estimate we can make a hundred at most,” Celia explained, a pained look on her face as she mentioned the cost.

“Tell the Engineers to stop work immediately.

That piece of junk is scrap metal, whether it’s a hundred or a thousand of them,” Ethan said, frowning himself.

Wasting resources on thirty paperweights was painful, but thankfully, from what Celia said, most of the materials were still unprocessed.

“Huh?” Celia was stunned.

“Celia, don’t ‘huh’ me.

Listen, get them to stop now.

Don’t even bother assembling them.

Have the Blacksmiths smelt all the components back down into raw materials.

Salvage whatever we can.

I’ll handle the rest,” Ethan urged, seeing her hesitation.

“Okay,” Celia agreed and quickly sent out the order.

However, shortly after the message was sent, Ethan saw Celia’s face change.

“What is it, Celia?” he asked.

Celia looked up, opening her mouth to speak, but before any sound came out, a clamor of voices erupted from outside.

One voice boomed louder than all the others.

“Who the hell said to stop work?

The components are all forged!

All that’s left is the assembly!” Hearing the noise, Ethan’s brow furrowed.

Celia’s face paled significantly.

She knew exactly who had arrived.

“Celia, what’s this about?” Ethan asked, surprised.

This guy had some nerve.

An order from the Honorary Leader goes out, and he dares to come here and challenge it, apparently with a crowd in tow.

Interesting…

Celia caught his tone and explained with a grimace, “These Engineers and Blacksmiths aren’t guild members.

The schematic requires Expert-level Engineers and Expert-level Blacksmiths to complete.

So…

they’re hired externally, from the Reynolds Trading Company.

Their shop has one Expert in each profession.” After listening, Ethan tilted his head slightly.

Reynolds Trading Company… The name flashed through his mind.

‘So it’s them…’ In his past life, they were the largest trading company in the Northern Frontier Region.

Later, they ranked among the top three within the Survivor Faction.

In that previous timeline, a significant portion of the prime real estate Ethan now owned had ended up in Reynolds’s hands.

Their forte was Engineering and Blacksmithing; they built their empire on those two professions.

Later, as they expanded, they moved into the potion business.

While they never got into the auction house industry themselves, they were consistently the auction houses’ biggest clients, frequently listing high-end items for sale.

And not just listing them-they were the main attraction at dedicated auction events.

Ethan also knew very clearly that leveling a profession beyond Advanced became incredibly difficult.

It wasn’t just a matter of grinding out recipes for skill points.

Advancing to Expert required innovation and passing a formal evaluation.

You had to create something original that the system recognized as Expert-tier.

Ethan remembered the profession ranks perfectly: Apprentice, Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Expert, Master, Grandmaster, Saint, Pseudo-Divine, and Divine.

Each promotion was a monumental hurdle.

Advancing from Expert to Master required accepting a special challenge quest from the system.

You only got ten attempts.

Failure meant you were locked out of that advancement forever.

So, Ethan knew that not every player with a trade skill was destined for riches.

It was just like combat players progressing from casual, to elite, to professional, and finally to the god-tier players.

It required a sharp mind, meticulous execution…

you had to have what it took.

“Let’s go!

See what the fuss is about,” Ethan said, hearing the shouting outside.

A slight smirk played on his lips.

‘Reynolds Trading Company, huh?

Let’s see you strut your stuff today.’ As the thought crossed his mind, he discreetly opened his Contract System interface.

A cold smile settled on his face as he glanced at it.

“Ethan, let me handle this!” Celia said, knowing his temper and fearing he’d escalate the situation beyond repair.

After all, the Reynolds Trading Company held significant sway in Harmony City.

Many guilds collaborated with them.

Offending Reynolds could lead to them offering incentives to other guilds to cause trouble for the Renegade Alliance, and the Renegades would be the ones to suffer.

These merchant types rarely, if ever, left the city walls.

Combat-focused guilds like theirs had few ways to retaliate against them.

It was precisely this safety that made these guys so arrogant, looking down their noses at everyone.

Even she, the Honorary Leader, wasn’t shown much respect.

Despite the Renegade Alliance’s formidable reputation and its status as the highest-level guild in Harmony City, these high-level crafters didn’t feel the need to play nice.

“Uh…

alright,” Ethan conceded after a moment’s thought, shrugging.

Celia gave him a deep, searching look, still feeling uneasy.

She opened her mouth to say more, but ultimately decided against it.

Turning, she walked towards the entrance.

Ethan pulled up his hood, settling it low over his head.

With a quick flick of his wrist, he opened his friends list and sent a group message to a few select people.

Then, he followed closely behind Celia as she stepped out of the Council Hall doors.

“Tears of the Fallen!

What’s the meaning of this?

Why are you suddenly shutting us down?” The moment they emerged, they saw a crowd gathered at the entrance to the Council Hall.

One of them, a man brandishing a heavy hammer, pointed it directly at Celia, using her in-game name and demanding an answer with zero courtesy.

“Stopping work affects you how, exactly?” Celia retorted, frowning.

It was a valid question.

She didn’t understand the uproar.

Halting production and having them smelt the components for salvage was a perfectly reasonable order.

Renegade Alliance had hired the Reynolds Company; they were being paid for work completed.

Deciding to stop a project mid-stream was none of their business, right?