"According to our agreement, I bring you 300 tons of dried rations this time as the supplement to the soldiers of the allied forces. If this could last over 1 month, we will transport another 300 tons here at the same time next month." The manager of Golden Roc Bank introduced to Gangula on his side as he walked.
They followed the manager in an open warehouse at the bottom of the airship. It was filled with military dried rations. At the sight of them, all the heads of the tribes nodded slightly. With these provisions, the soldiers of the allied forces could survive longer in the canyon.
"Very good. I will have my men carry away the food after a while. By the way, they will carry their achievements here for your assessment!" Gangula was also very satisfied.
