"Why would the Federals sell this kind of aircraft directly to foreign militaries?"
After learning the truth, the Gefra ambassador kept pondering this question. He felt there might be a traitor within the Federation.
If there were no traitor, they should have hidden these things and prevented anyone from contacting or touching them, rather than putting them up for sale.
This was a good opportunity!
The ambassador paced back and forth a few times before making a call back home.
It was nearly noon, and the Prime Minister had just returned from the palace. He was getting old and needed a midday nap.
During summer, he could simply lie down in an office chair for a while, but the weather was growing colder, and it was a damp cold at that. If he lay down in an office chair now, he would probably end up in the hospital soon.
Once he returned home and lay on the warm bed, the heating and the thin yet warm blanket made him incredibly comfortable.
Just as he was half-asleep, the telephone suddenly rang, making his heart jolt.
He frowned and covered his chest. After a few moments, the discomfort slowly faded.
He glanced at the still-ringing phone beside him and picked it up. It was a call from the ambassador stationed in the Federation.
A moment later, his voice carried both confusion and delight. "Are you saying their Qi-I Bombers are willing to be sold to foreign militaries?"
The Prime Minister threw off the blanket and pulled the cord beside the bed. Soon, the butler entered with two maids.
The butler stood by the door and directed the two maids as they changed the Prime Minister's clothes. A dozen minutes later, the Prime Minister had changed into the clothes he wore for work.