After Preton hung up, he looked at the others in the conference room. "Do I need to call anyone else?"
During the call, the Minister of Construction had asked him to sound out the others' opinions.
In fact, it was not strange that the Minister of Construction trusted Preton so "fully."
First, from a certain perspective, what he was asking about was not exactly Top Secret. The people in the Privy Council would soon learn about it anyway.
Once the Privy Council knew, it meant that everyone in Gefra would know. It was not something that needed to be kept secret. Even the Minister of Construction himself did not believe it was true.
As the Army Minister had said in the Ruler's Hall, the Sea Surface was far too rough for planes to take off. Not to mention that the weight of a heavy ship would be unable to hold back the waves.
A battleship was heavy enough, right? Yet couldn't it hold back the waves either? When the wind and waves were strong, it would be affected just the same.
A battleship being affected was not a major problem, but if a runway was affected, even the slightest jolt would be enough to send a plane crashing into the deck! This was no joke. Even a stable runway on land could see crashes, let alone a ship's deck that was constantly pitching and rolling. That was why no one believed it was real.
Besides, if Preton had really been captured by the Federation, would they have let him call them? His voice sounded so languid.
The Minister of Construction could even imagine the bastard basking in the sun while speaking to him on the phone.
This overseas island of Gefra had many geographical advantages, but it also had plenty