A Feis youth with orange ears, covered in dust, clutched a wrench and bravely proposed, "I think there’s still a flaw in the energy conversion device designed by Senior Sister Wendy!"
"A flaw?"
Abel was slightly taken aback.
"I worked as an odd-job laborer at the Alliance’s magic-guided vehicle factory. From my understanding, the potential of this vehicle is actually very, very high."
The young man gathered his courage and nodded gently, "If you give so ti, I might be able to improve the converter to make it more efficient in converting Sun Ore..."
"But Senior Sister Lucia and Senior Sister Wendy are from the top-notch White Tower Academy. How could they make a mistake?"
Another timid Feis girl spoke up, "We better not ask for unnecessary trouble..."
Abel pondered for a mont and asked, "How long would it take to improve the converter?"
"I... I don’t know..."
The young man opened his mouth, then lowered his head.
"In that case, I share the sa opinion as Ms. Lucia."
Abel proposed with a smile, "Young man, I know you co from a great nation in the Alliance and have seen all kinds of advanced magic-guided vehicles, but here in Ark Kingdom, there’s no need to hold yourself to such high standards."
The Feis youth stood in a daze.
"After all, until now, our way of transporting people and goods across the islands is still just basic horse-drawn carriages."
Abel pointed outside the window, "So, in my view, the most important thing for Ark right now is the process of ’creating from nothing.’ As long as this iron contraption can be faster than a carriage and can traverse marshes and hills regardless of terrain, it’s already an incredible achievent."
The young man twitched his orange ears, nodding silently, letting go of his idea.
Abel exhaled gently.
Basic farm tools, Ash Soil weapons, Ark currency, Sun Armor, and even the vehicle blueprints sent by scholars Lucia and Wendy.
Dawn Steel Plant’s production items were becoming more and more diverse, and the construction of the second and third steel plants had already been put on the agenda.
As a manager, he was already overwheld, and Abel wished he could split himself into three pieces to handle the work.
At this mont, a rich aroma wafted into everyone’s noses.
"It’s break ti."
Abel smiled at the young Feis, "Put down your work for now. To celebrate the birth of the new route, fish jerky is enough for today!"
Upon hearing this, the Feis youths all perked up their ears, their eyes sparkling.
In Ark Kingdom, they had fresh fish jerky to eat every day!
They were so happy, so happy! They almost forgot the taste of cheap freeze-dried food.
In the eyes of the eagerly waiting youths, steaming hot dishes were placed on the dining table, and the ravenous workers gathered in the dining area, shoveling rice into their mouths in large bites.
Watching this scene, Abel couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.
It’s really not easy...
The Ark Leader led the warriors to raise the banner of resistance, shattering lies, defying the powerful, burning the Blood Plague, facing the Celestial Calamity head-on, stepping over the bones and blood of enemies ti after ti...
—all just so ordinary people could have a hot al in the cold winter.
At this mont, Abel suddenly noticed the Feis youth not far away.
Elma, sowhat absent-minded, lowered his head.
He just hoped Ark Kingdom could beco a little better...
Did he really do sothing wrong just now?
The youth twitched his ears, gradually captivated by the aroma of food again. He buried his head and devoured the fish jerky on the rice with big bites, making gobbling sounds.
Abel stood behind the young man.
He had noticed for a long ti, this exceptionally gifted Feis youth also had a passionate heart.
"Eat slowly, no one is fighting you for food."
Abel sat beside the Feis youth with a bowl of food, smiling as he asked, "What’s your na?"
"I... my na is Elma, Mr. Abel."
Looking at the factory manager before him, the Feis youth nervously put down his food. At this mont, he suddenly regretted his earlier actions.
Did his actions already displease Mr. Abel?
He suddenly recalled the sneering faces in the Alliance’s magic-guided factory:
’A Feis hat with no insight, you think you can spot defects in magic-guided craftsmanship? I get it, you bastard just want to cause trouble!’
If only he had just gone about his work step by step...
Elma pressed his ears against his head, instinctively apologizing, "I’m sorry... Mr. Abel... I shouldn’t have raised objections and troubled you just now..."
In his eyes, the great figure capable of managing the whole factory, Mr. Abel, was full of authority.
"You’re mistaken, child."
Abel’s voice pulled Elma back from his mories.
In the young man’s confused gaze, he said seriously, "What I an is, I hope you can keep your ideas."
Just like how Lord Lin Lan was willing to reach out to him, he was also willing to give these Feis youths a chance to embrace the future.
Abel smiled and patted the young man’s shoulder, "From now on, you’ll be responsible for the factory project of the Light-Seeking Vehicle, Elma."
"Mr. Abel, I..."
Elma was stunned in place, a bit at a loss, "How dare I take over your responsibilities..."
"It’s decided, consider it as helping out, my old bones can’t take much more strain."
Abel’s tone was certain, "Moreover, the Dawn Steel Plant lacks outstanding young people, so carry on well. As long as you lay a good foundation first, I believe your extraordinary ideas will co into play."
Looking at the smiling face before him, Elma slowly perked up his soft ears.
Yes... this isn’t the Alliance that discriminates against the Feis Race, but the Ark Kingdom, a place of infinite possibilities.
Elma’s spirit was uplifted.
"I understand, Mr. Abel, I surely won’t let you down!"
The young man’s eyes gradually beca determined, "I will steadily complete the production work of the Light-Seeking."
"Of course, that’s what you should do." Abel nodded, examining Elma’s deanor, increasingly satisfied with this vibrant young man.
He smiled and inquired, "Have you thought about settling down in Ark Kingdom?"
"My family is still on White Oak Main Island..."
Elma scratched his head, sowhat troubled, "And I haven’t saved enough Bright Gold Coins yet..."
"Don’t worry, as long as you co to the Dawn Steel Plant, things will eventually get better." Abel patted the shoulder of the young Feis guy again before getting up and leaving.
At this mont, Elma was thoroughly invigorated! He twitched his orange ears, shoveling big bites of rice into his stomach.
This city changes with every split second, and he would not be left behind!
The dining area was a cacophony of voices.
The workers chatted enthusiastically, with soone already bringing up a topic.
"Have you heard? They say a prince from so Angsak Kingdom has co to cause trouble."
He dramatically described, "That guy said the Sun resources belong entirely to the Angsak people, and Ark people are just thieves stealing resources."
"What a load of bullshit."
Another worker imdiately let out a cold laugh, "I think those greedy bastards are clearly eyeing Lord Lin Lan’s Sun Mine."
"It’s rumored they are big figures from the legendary Golden Kingdom! Even the wealthy from the Alliance and the Empire have to bow to buy refined sunshine."
"Hmph, what’s so great about big figures? Lord Lin Lan battles against those so-called big figures!"
"Hahaha, that’s right!"
The workers laughed and chatted, not concerned at all about the threat from the Golden Kingdom.
The idea planted by Lin Lan had already taken root. With the demise of the old nobility, unknowingly, the residents of Seagull City had completely lost their awe of those tyrannical authorities.
As the Ark press stated:
—A beautiful life is earned by the people’s own hands, not bestowed by big figures!
When the Ark Leader was ntioned, everyone’s enthusiasm was rekindled.
"By the way, I saw Master Ansel and Scholar Vera today. It’s said that Lord Lin Lan issued new instructions, and soon we’ll be able to choose where to enter the mines freely!"
"When?"
"Today."
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