In Dong Jiayue's and other transmigrators' mouths, their appraisal of him wasn't high.
But this man seemingly really had some talent.
At least the bolt-action rifle was something he helped the Dwarves improve upon.
Could it be that the revolver was made?
On second thought, since winter had passed, it was about time.
Opening the private chat, however, left Fang Hao somewhat disappointed.
"Fang Hao big bro, Lord Bellerga hopes you can find the time to come over for a trip; there's something important he wants to discuss with you."
Bellerga was looking for him?
Having a transmigrator around really did make things easier.
Not even the Sound-transmitting Shell could offer this convenience.
"Sure, tell him to wait a moment; I'll head over immediately."
"Okay."
After ending the private chat with the other person, his back was gently embraced by a soft body.
"Master, why did you get up so early? Don't you ever feel tired?" Eira said gently.
Fang Hao patted her head.
