"Within a few minutes, the package should arrive."
Albion's nonchalant and calm attitude made the matter seemed very simple, but how could such a large project like connecting the strongholds possibly be simple?
Jeffrey gazed at Albion, unconvinced.
Nevertheless, Albion no longer bothered with the mechanic. He had said enough, and actions speak louder than words.
Jeffrey did not have a single idea regarding where the boss would procure the material and labor force.
Even with the fastest airship available, no location came to mind, not to mention it would take several airships to deliver even a decent quantity of material for the project.
"Where would the mineral and labor force come from?" Jeffrey muttered to himself with a frown.
"Keep an eye on the sky to find out." Albion smiled lightly.
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Outer Space, Damocles
Meanwhile, shortly after Albion's called ended, Emperor Polemos turned to a subordinate.
