As the old man continued to protest, he was dragged out by the guards.
"An industrial chain, huh..." Charles muttered to himself. Of course, he wanted an industrial chain as mature as British Island's, but the trouble was, he simply didn't have one. If he really had to start from scratch, God knows how long it would take.
Shouldn't a few hundred people be able to come up with another way? Besides, they're all designers from British Island. Technically speaking, they're the top tier in the North Sea Domain.
If there was truly no other way, Charles would have to send people to scavenge for materials on other islands. But not only would that be time-consuming and labor-intensive, there was also no guarantee the sellers would be willing to part with them.
British Island had served as the industrial hub of the North Sea Domain; its total annihilation impacted every aspect of the Abyss-Sea.
