As Nash was thinking about all the profits they had earned from the Neon Star Tower, a messenger called him from outside.
"Supreme Leader, Heavenly Magistrate Marcellin requested your presence."
"Oh? He's here? Call him to the guest chamber. I'll be there."
Knowing the influence of the Neon Battleship, he knew Marcellin would come sooner or later.
After arranging the matters at hand, Nash walked toward the guest chamber.
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"Lord Marcellin, I apologize, I'm a little late," Nash greeted.
"No worries. I know you were busy."
From the commotion the Neon Star Tower caused, he knew Nash would be swamped with work.
"I'm guessing Lord Marcellin is here to ask me for the Neon Battleship?"
"Yes. I would like to order a few fleets. Unfortunately, it seems all the preorders were sold out," Marcellin muttered in frustration.
"Haha, I'm just afraid we won't be able to deliver if we increase the orders. However, just for you, the quota is still open," Nash offered.
