Ten minutes later, the man's breathing had steadied. He lay flat on the large bed in the room, watching the mermaid woman emerge from the water.
"My Lefni, I'm willing to do anything for you." Tony weakly spread his arms toward the mermaid, his eyes brimming with affection. "Please believe in my loyalty to His Majesty, and in my feelings for you!"
"Darling, of course!" The mermaid warrior named Lefni twisted her way ashore with the help of her tail fin. Though she was several sizes larger than a Knight, it did not stop her from gently swaying over to the bedside and resting a hand lightly upon Tony's chest. "You have no idea—Fiat's loyalty to His Majesty the Sea God is nowhere near yours. The Sea Race gave him so much investment, yet he cannot even find a workshop for Magic Pattern Weapons."
"As for Workshops, I have some information," Tony said, trying to sit up, only to be held by the mermaid. "Several Workshops belonging to the Gallop Family and the Wyvern Family are all making panels for Magic Pattern Cabinets. Those panels are to be delivered to Night-Kirin City for assembly. Judging by the number of Archmages currently in Night-Kirin City, it would already be difficult for them to complete all the orders for Magic Pattern Cargo Containers. There's simply no way they could manufacture such complex Magic Pattern Weapons on top of that."
"You mean those weapons were not made by that Landen Gallop?" Lefni sounded somewhat frustrated, though after running the numbers several times in her mind, she had reached a similar conclusion.
The number of Archmages currently in Night-Kirin City was public knowledge. One could get a rough count from the Gallop Fund committee list—fewer than twenty Archmages in total. Maintaining the current output