After delegating the subsequent planning for the shipworm farm to Tristan, Velin left the underground laboratory.
The scent of the nutrient solution still lingered in his nostrils, but his thoughts had already leaped to the next issue.
He strode down the corridor toward the technology department.
"Breach the Magic shield of a Level 3 battleship."
This was the task he had assigned to Elvin and the technology department a short while ago.
According to publicly available intelligence from the Empire, a shield of this class could withstand three direct hits from Five-Ring Magic.
Needless to say, it was a daunting task.
In the technology department's workshop, Elvin was hunched over a huge glass tank, his face pressed so close it was almost touching the glass.
"My Lord!"
Elvin heard the footsteps and whipped his head around. Seeing it was Velin, he managed to squeeze out a stiff smile.
"Any progress on the project?" Velin got straight to the point.
