And upon realizing that this Armor Suit was entirely designed by its young pilot, a genius among the White Folks, the old alchemist's heart could only lament the difference in talent.
"Mr. Milak, I've already paid the down payment, and the raw materials will be covered by the Governor's Mansion."
After leaving the cockpit, Ian addressed the person in charge of the Alchemy Workshop from a distance, "How many of the templates I sent yesterday have been produced?"
The elderly alchemist named Milak bowed slightly, "Sir, seven. The structure of the Alchemical Firearms you sent us is very complex, and our craftsmen need some time to get familiar with it, but we should be able to complete fifty by around noon."
"Very well."
Ian said, "Let's have the seven shipped out for testing."
Milak nodded, "As you wish."
Soon, seven Alchemical Firearms, looking more like some sort of gigantic iron boxes rather than guns, were brought before the team.
