General Hamoldon's wave of the hand left Ticky breathless with just one sentence.
"A total of twenty-eight ships, all should be maintained properly."
He had seen the improved efficiency of the Grace's engine, and the craftsmen of Saint Yil Castle marveled at it, finding it incredible.
He wanted to see if the engineers here were truly that magical, or if it was all just a coincidence...
As for the money?
That was the quartermaster's concern.
...
Within the heart of the Sun Step Mountain Range, a gentle sound of space distortion echoed between the steep cliffs.
As the netherworld-colored light flickered above the magic array, a face with delicate features slowly appeared on the unremarkable ground.
The acolyte waiting beside the teleportation array was momentarily stunned, initially thinking it was a mistake.
It wasn't until a few Beastmen, goblins, and strange demons also stepped down from the teleportation array that he breathed a slow sigh of relief.
