Even without a finished product, Oran could still paint a grand vision. It was a skill he had honed back when dealing with those Piltover councilors.
Those people only cared about profit. Without enough benefits, persuading them was no easy task.
Now that Oran had all sorts of finished products in hand, the method became even simpler.
For instance, a railway circling Alabasta; cloud-making machines that used specialized instruments to turn seawater into sea clouds and send them across the land, allowing artificial rainfall.
Artificial rain could not simply be summoned at will. Without suitable cloud cover, it was impossible. These cloud-making machines happened to meet such needs.
From solar power generation to greening projects and sandstorm prevention, there were even plans for gigantic desert sunshades.
Oran knew better than anyone what those fabulously wealthy people living in the desert needed.
Why did this diplomacy feel so wrong?
At times like this, Brand could only stand in the back and listen. He had once served as little more than a decorative pillar whenever nobles came visiting, so he was quite used to this sort of thing.
But Oran's diplomacy seemed a little off.
What kind of king kept trying to sell his own products to another country's queen?
From civilian goods to weapons, one dared to sell anything, while the other dared to buy anything.
As for Otohime—
She had mainly come to sightsee. Otohime's diplomatic visit did not need to achieve anything. She merely needed to arrive safely, spend a few days touring the area, and return safely to Merfolk Island.
"King Oran, I'm sorry, but I need to discuss these things with Cobra first. Cough, cough."
"That's fine. Whether you buy them is entirely up to you. Just let me know once you've made up your minds. The