At the shipyard's port on the Anyang coast, the shipyard director Wan Sheng was handing over items to the Dragon Princess.
"There are a total of 150 tons of liquid spiritual energy, 200 kilograms of bacterial elixir, 500 kilograms of refined gold, two tons of mithril, five tons of red copper, and 10 tons of black iron. Please count them, Princess. We can prepare these quantities tomorrow. A total of 200 tons of liquid spiritual energy will be prepared the day after tomorrow. The 500 tons of liquid spiritual energy promised by the young master will be fully negotiated."
Ao Qingxue looked around and saw many boxes and barrels on the dock. The boxes were simple, containing refined gold, secret silver, red copper and black iron; the surface of the barrels had array patterns engraved on them, which were used to seal liquid spiritual energy.
Everything in Anyang is standardized. The cylinders of liquid aura are marked with: 196 liters, net content 200 kilograms. Liquid aura is slightly denser than water.
150 tons of liquid spiritual energy is equivalent to 600,000 ordinary spiritual stones; looking at the 750 barrels of liquid spiritual energy in front of her, even Ao Qingxue's face couldn't help but turn red with excitement. Besides, there were a lot of black iron and other materials nearby, all of which were urgently needed by the Dragon Palace.
Nowadays, it has been tens of millions of years since the fairyland began to be recorded. Whether on land or in the ocean, the resources have basically been exhausted; even the Dragon Palace cannot produce too much spiritual materials such as black iron.
Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Ao Qingxue looked at Wan Sheng, who was covered in grease but standing straight, and slowly said, "What does the wise king want?"
Ao Qingxue was not a political idiot, and would not think that after swearing a blood oath, she could take whatever she wanted. Li Xian's delivery of 500 tons of liquid spirits in three installments instead of one at a time had already implicitly expressed a certain meaning.
Wan Sheng said directly: "The young master wants to read the dragon clan's collection of books, learn demonic writing, etc."
Ao Qingxue narrowed her eyes slightly. She knew very well the importance of book collection. Although the dragon clan had blood inheritance, how much blood inheritance could be passed on? Therefore, any powerful force had its own library.
Unlike the human race, the demon race, the sea race, etc. did not spread all of their skills.
Ao Qingxue hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement. Ao Qingxue was not stupid. When Wan Sheng proposed this suggestion, Ao Qingxue understood that one of the purposes of Li Xian's blood oath was to take a fancy to the dragon clan's collection and knowledge.
"There are four libraries in the Dragon Palace in the East Sea of Yingzhou, divided into Class A, Class B, Class C, and Class D. Class A contains the fundamental inheritance of the dragon race and cannot be made public. Class B, Class C, and Class D can be opened to Anyang."
"Thank you, Princess, for your magnanimity." Wan Sheng said politely.
Ao Qingxue did not leave, but looked at the second 10,000-ton warship under construction in the dock, frowning slightly, "Director Wansheng, I promised to buy 10 ironclad ships from you Anyang, but you have only sold one so far. When will you build the remaining nine ironclad ships?"
Wan Sheng didn't even blink, "Princess, if you still like that ironclad ship that was only 56 meters long at first, I have nothing to say. Nine ships can be delivered within three months. But do you really want that kind of ironclad ship, Princess?"
Ao Qingxue's eyes moved as she looked at the 10,000-ton battleships that were under construction. She had an idea in her mind, "I want ten 10,000-ton battleships!"
"Does that mean the previous nine ironclad ships will be cancelled?"