The Goddess Made A Mistake Again-Chapter 330 - Our Guns

Chapter 330 -330 – Our Guns

We were in a carriage, riding out in the part of the city where there was a lot of bustle and hustle.

Sitting in front of me was an elderly man with white hair and brown skin. He wore a white shirt and black pants, both of which was covered by a long dark coat. On his head, a hat stood their stating his solitary figure.

Even through the man was old, he was by no means weak. Just by looking at his tough face, anyone would know that the man was strong. His tall body exuded a strong wall like aura. His piercing red eyes seemed to strike at his enemy’s hearts.

This person wasn’t actually someone new, but Abigail.

I told her we needed to go somewhere but she needed an appearance. This tough looking old man was the appearance.

Without hesitation, Abigail changed herself and went with me. She glanced through the window at the increasing number of people and had thoughts going through her head.

I’m sure that she had questions, a lot of it.

Who wouldn’t when they hear the guy that impregnated them ask do you trust them and other stuff before finally saying he was going to show his deep secret to them.

But don’t worry… I’m not going to show that.

I’m never going to show that to her… or anyone.

The driver, an old man who was not my usual guy, drove the carriage and stopped at a certain place. He coughed twice as if it was normal and spoke, “Sir, we’re here.”

That cough wasn’t a real one. Just one to signal that everything looked alright outside.

“Shall we go my love.” I extend my hand towards Abigail who was now an old looking baddie.

She took my hand and spoke in the old guy’s voice, “I don’t see any reason not to. I just wonder what you will show me… in such a populated place.”

I get out first and then she got out. After that, there was no hand holding or looking at each other with loving gaze. It was a professional appearance.

One that needed to be upheld even at protected sights.

“Because this place is overflowing with middle and lower class families, that’s what’s giving it the secrecy it needs.” I walk ahead, “Follow me, I’ll take you there.”

‘This is not the place?’ Abigail asked through a mind link. She had the ability to talk through minds and even search inside but she didn’t do that with me.

‘No, the place is further ahead. The driver only knows the path up to this point as to not divulge out to anyone.’ I tell her through my mind.

Abigail didn’t say anything but she thought it was smart. Also wondered how big of a secret it is to hide in such layers.

We walked ahead for a while and Abigail saw the current state of the place was overflowed with their being streets stalls and markets that sold food and other items.

Abigail quietly followed before we stood in front of a factory.

‘A Garments Factory’ Abigail thought as Henry opened the door and they went inside.

As what she thought, Abigail saw a large place with long rows of tables placed inside. Many people of female gender were sitting in front of the long tables and sewing clothes with the help of a sewing machine.

Their calculated and focused work made concentrated sounds as they kept on their work, ignoring the two people who have come inside.

We go through the side, ignoring the main place and find the manager’s room.

The manager, a fat middle aged guy didn’t say anything when he saw it’s me. He only gave a nod as I went through the door behind him.

Abigail saw the new room was just a small storeroom. There wasn’t anything amiss in it, until she saw Henry open up a fake tile that led to the underground.

Henry stopped and looked at her and her stomach.

“We’ll need to climb down a ladder, will you be oka-”

“Henry, I’m only four months in… I believe I can climb down a ladder.” She said with a light joking tone.

“Alright” He climbed down first and then she did.

Underground, they found that they were in another room. This one looked like an office with a desk and lot of paper works sprawled around the room.

“We are here, just need to go through this door.” Henry pointed to the only door in the office.

He opened it and they found themselves in a small dark hallway. They walked ahead and as they did, Abigail saw the end slowly lit up with light and when they got to the end she was surprised.

Heck, she was very shocked.

She found herself standing at the end of a small balcony and looked down to see many people.

These people were working on something that seemed very familiar to her. The items all seem to be different but did the same thing.

She saw one man working on a long piece that had a hole at the front. Then he put a small item with a pointy end under the item with a box like appearance and checked its trigger for safety.

Seeing the safety working, he flipped off a switched and pulled back a handle that seemed like an activation charge. Then his fingers came to a curved piece that seemed like a button and clicked it.

“Bang!”

A sound similar to a lightning bolt but much calmer appeared. The thing inside the item flew at a breathtaking speed and hit a wall pre-ready wall and created a dent.

What was strange about the wall was that, there was a lot of dents of the same size at the place.

Abigail saw the man pull back the handle again and ejected out the lower half of the item he had put iin. The man looked at the gun one more time before putting it next to the pile of the same items and worked on putting together the same item again.

Abigail’s widened eyes understood what the man was working on.

It was a gun, same as the one the emperor gave.

No, that wasn’t right.

The one the emperor gave and the one she saw just now had stark differences to them. Not only did she found this one much bigger than the emperor’s small Gunho but it was much better too with a heavier power to it.

She then looked at other people inside the large underground layer and saw them working on guns as well. They build different items but nonetheless they built guns.

Abigail now understood what this place was. It wasn’t just a place to build a few guns, no.

This was a factory… A Gun Factory.

Abigail’s eyes which were shocked before now changed to a large stretch of joy. Joy of seeing such magnificent destroyers being created in large order.

“Ho- How…” She said.

Abigail looked back and asked Henry, “This is real right?”

…

I saw the look of someone hungry for power growling at me and asking if this was quality meat.

I smile.

The same hunger etched on her, was on mine too.

“As real as my love for you.”

“This is a gun making factory, Love.”

“And this are our Guns.”