After Marquis Oscillate left, Robson and Valentino eagerly boarded a carriage.
A coachman drove them to the national armory of the Frank Kingdom.
The Frank Kingdom lived up to its reputation as a nation perpetually prepared for war. It had over a dozen warehouses just for storage.
The entire national armory was as large as the Edward Manor, nearly half the size of the Royal Palace.
It seemed the national armory was expecting them, as people were already waiting at the entrance.
"Excuse me, are you General Robson?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man in a nobleman's robes.
Almost every prominent figure in the Royal Capital had been at last night's banquet.
The news of Robson's appointment as general had spread throughout the Royal Capital overnight.
Robson smiled, nodded, and handed over the letter he was carrying.
The middle-aged man took the letter, opened it, glanced at it, and immediately broke into a wide smile.
