"As the war drags on, the Anteans will definitely be unable to hold on and will actively seek peace!"
Everyone in the office fell silent at this, only Duke Meyer kept wiping his sweat incessantly.
Just then, the sound of an air raid siren drifted in from outside the window.
The Emperor cursed, "Those things about filling their own pockets, I didn't expect they'd be willing to spend a fortune on air raid sirens, all so vigorous."
Celtic Marshal said, "I'll make a call right now to have the alarm stopped—"
The Emperor interrupted, "No need! I think it's better to keep the air raid siren a bit more piercing! Don't you think so, Duke Meyer?"
Meyer trembled, then looked towards the Emperor, "Well... over the past month, due to the valiant efforts of our pilots, the production capacity lost due to bombings has dropped by seven percent compared to the same period!
