A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

The middle-aged man didn't dare to argue, just his lips opening and closing slightly, still looking a bit resentful, he voiced: "That's easier said than done. I'm a man after all, and I often appear in public. If the public and those who usually oppose me knew about this, wouldn't it be a huge loss of face for me?"


The old man sitting on the sofa slowly put down his cup of tea and said softly: "A man's face is the least valuable thing. Adjust your mindset and cooperate with the Federation on this operation. If this operation is successful, it will be our Shaw family's greatest opportunity for prosperity."


"A man's face is the least valuable thing?"


The man stumbled for a moment, then blurted out almost instantly: "Isn't it said that gold is beneath a man's knees?"


"Yes, what is gold? It is a means of exchange, a type of currency, now do you understand?"


Chapter 372: "Why don't you just ask that deity about such things?"