"Once this batch of new guns is shipped over, we can finally ensure that each member of the expanded Cadman People's Army has a firearm."
In the cold winter of Transylvania, Loyal Brother, dressed in a green military coat that looked all too familiar, rubbed his hands together, puffing warm breath while saying to the Honorary Knight Tepaer beside him:
"Of course, it's still not enough. We need to continue producing the same number of weapons to compensate for losses. Sulk Flywheel is indeed a master of engineering; he guided us for just two days and finally got our semi-automatic bullet assembly line operational. Next, we only need to work hard for twenty days!
At most, a month!
Then the bullet issue that has been troubling us can be eased, though to permanently solve it, I'll need at least two more production lines.
But once the machinery from Charldo Harbor arrives, that should be enough."
"This is indeed an urgent matter."
