——This is impossible! Two months is barely enough time to survey the land, let alone to design a complete industrial zone!
Even if Roland was educated in this field, and had the mature district plans from Falling Star Hills as a reference, two months is still too tight, isn't it?!
The young mechanical alchemy master's face shifted with uncertainty, yet he didn't realize that he had already been appointed by Ian as the chief in charge of the Alchemy Industrial Park.
After returning home, upon learning this, Steward Moda was so angry that he stood up and gave his son a slap on the ear, albeit a weak one.
The old steward roared, "Are you stupid? If you can't do it alone, just ask for help!"
"Don't you have teachers, classmates, friends, or colleagues? Don't you see that the lord wants to know if you have any management skills aside from professional knowledge!"
Hearing this, Roland had an epiphany—his little cleverness paled in comparison to these true life experiences.
