Long-distance communication has always been a big problem.
Amberser hid his identity and mailed a letter under a pseudonym to James Watson, which took a full ten days to reach him.
And the letter James Watson sent back was also circuitous, taking eight days to reach Amberser.
By the time he got the letter, he first scoffed at James Watson.
"Such a big deal as Magic Dragon Armament and this is all the information you have? How useless can you be?"
Amberser felt that if he were to become the Supreme Decree of the Laine Empire, he would know everything that the people of the Imperial Capital dreamed about each night. Didn't this old man have any personal connections at all?
Well, he couldn't count on this old fellow, so he had to think of other ways to find out information about the Magic Dragon Armament.
"But what's with this last line? Even if there's a typo, it shouldn't be wrong for such a long stretch, right?"
