"Time waits for no one." Owen Bertram worried: "Senior, please head back as soon as possible. There's no need to worry about my safety... I have other arrangements."
Ferdinand didn't understand why his lord seemed so deeply worried, but since his lord didn't want to talk about it, he didn't ask again: "Alright, I will leave immediately. Please rest assured, my lord. Once I return, I will start working on it right away. If I need more manpower, I will contact familiar artificers and make sure that the Flying Carriage Palaces are forged as quickly as possible."
Owen Bertram bowed solemnly: "I entrust this task to you, senior!"
...
The Emperor was indeed anxious, scratching his head and cheeks, eager to know just how much annual dividends he could get from the Moses Sect in the future—after all, this concerned how much fun he could have in the future.
