"You need white steel ingots?"
Cyril hadn't expected that someone of Fang Hao's background and stature would be short on something as basic as white steel ingots.
"Yeah, if you have blueprints for forging white steel ingots, that'd be even better. I'm willing to pay for them."
Blueprints for white steel fireguns had already been collected.
The only missing material was white steel ingots. If he could obtain either blueprints for forging them or the finished ingots themselves, it would suffice.
First, he needed to produce a batch of white steel fireguns to prepare for the battles that might break out at any moment.
Cyril stroked his beard and fell silent.
*Fang Hao's mind stirred—clearly, Cyril must have white steel ingots in his possession.*
"What seems to be the problem, City Lord? Is there some sort of difficulty?" Fang Hao asked.