With a refusal to give up until he saw the coffin, Ahlman took the shuttle from Settlement No. 1 to the ruins of Haibei City, completing the final hundred kilometers of the journey.
Without any surprise, the centurion rolled his eyes the moment he saw the paper in his hand.
"Whoever wrote that paper for you, go find them. Or go ask General Lium yourself."
He wanted to buy a ton of military equipment for ten thousand dinars? By that logic, a tank would only cost a little over five hundred thousand!
The price offered by The Alliance, converted into dinars, was more than three times that number!
This guy wanted to slash the selling price to the bone with a single piece of paper. What the hell was he dreaming of?
Still unwilling to give up, Ahlman asked.
"Then... where is he?"
Anthony replied impatiently.
"On the Loyal airship. If he isn't at Ten Peaks Mountain, then he's probably gone back west for the New Year."
In truth, the question was completely unnecessary. What general who had won a battle wouldn't return to Triumph City to show off?
The Legion had gained quite a lot from this battle as well.
Although they had failed to obtain the information related to the "complete lifeform" technology held by the Torchbearers, the gene samples they had collected alone were enough to keep the technical officers at the various research institutes busy for quite some time.
Barring any surprises, General Lium would probably be promoted to a three-star myriarch this time.
His last hope had been shattered.
Ahlman's mouth twitched, but in the end, he put away the stack of worthless papers in his hand.
He swore.
He would frame the thing, hang it in the most conspicuous spot in his study, and