The goose-feather snow outside the window fell gently, enveloping the scene in a manner that seemed to herald the grand scale of the impending war.
"Harrison, come with me to the weapons factory. For the next three months, the weapons factory will be the protagonist of Dawn City."
Lide, dressed in a woven robe, possessed a charm that could make anyone of the opposite sex quake. He turned his head to look at Harrison standing behind him, his gaze profound.
"The outcome of the war in three months may very well lie in the hands of our dwarf craftsmen."
The war of Glory was fought over the economy, technology, and even magical abilities. As long as the gap in strength between armies was not insurmountable, good equipment would become a decisive factor in the direction of the war.
Fortunately, his munitions factory was outstanding enough to make any noble or lord envious.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Harrison slightly turned, respectfully gesturing towards the door with his hand.
