Cybertron, in the deepest part of the workshop.
Allen returned the core module forged from meteoric iron to its place, but his thoughts had already drifted far away.
The Aiselan Kingdom's industrialization was now on the right track. Although the construction of the Spirit Communication Towers had been fraught with setbacks, the success rate was steadily climbing thanks to the powerful corrective measures in the "Standardized Process Improvement Manual."
In the face of absolute profits, the resistance from the old nobility seemed fragile and utterly insignificant.
This massive civilizational transformation project could now enter a "self-sustaining" phase.
It had been over a year since he left Hub City. It was time to go back and check on his company.
"Jarvis, contact Prince William."
Allen said calmly, "Inform him that I will be leaving for a short while. The Golem garrison deployed by Cybertron will maintain its defensive positions."
[Acknowledged.]
