"I say... Mr. Fang Zheng, aren't you going to stop him?"
Watching the Evocation System Chief laugh heartily as he went off to greet the others, Eriri tugged at Fang Zheng's sleeve and asked in a low voice. She had no idea who that old man with the messy, hay-like beard was, nor did she know much about the necessary requirements for space travel.
But even if she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. Eriri had seen her share of the world in the Quality World and knew that humanity entering space was no simple matter. Besides... this was a shell! Wasn't that old man afraid he would die the moment it was fired?
"What could I do?"
Fang Zheng spread his hands helplessly.
"You could use your battleship to take him up there. If this old gentleman just wants to see space, wouldn't it be the same if you sent him up in one of your battleships?"
"It wouldn't be the same."
However, Fang Zheng shook his head at Eriri's suggestion. He looked at the Evocation System Chief's retreating back without saying much. In truth, he could understand what the man was thinking.
Indeed, there were few fools among the White Tower mages, and the chiefs were all outstanding, intelligent mages. Of course they could not have failed to realize that their Magic Battleship could not fly that high, while Fang Zheng's ships certainly could.
Then why didn't they ask?
It was simple: the pride of technical personnel.
Mages were explorers, researchers, and Forerunners of magic. They would not willingly lower their heads before exhausting every possible experimental method. Only after they had tried every method available to them and still found themselves unable to achieve their goal would they consider asking others for help.
Besides...