The specific plan for the ten major pig farming bases in Dawn's southern territory was being intensely discussed in the conference room led by Viscount Roster.
The ideas of several factions were constantly escalating through collision.
Who knows if it was an illusion, but Viscount Roster actually felt like establishing a few farms here was even more difficult than building an ultra-high-speed train covering the entire south.
Not far from here, in the Hill Lands Commonwealth, Nation of Mutuns, Foster Iron Mine.
Tech Church combat clerics wearing War Soldier exoskeletons constantly patrolled inside and outside the mining area. At some point, tons of cages had been placed at the mine entrance.
These cages looked like they were made of ordinary steel on the surface, but actually, they were mixed with lots of mithril. The cost was really high.
Even Lava General felt kind of bad about it.
But what good did feeling bad do?
