No Way to Salvage It

In order to obtain the fallen Skyship sooner, Liszt practically kept watch over the carpenters in the woodworking workshop as they made wheelbarrows.

With Thorn Ironwood and rubber water, the carpenters only needed to craft suitable parts and fit them together to form a wheelbarrow.

But precision was a major issue.

The first wheelbarrow was completed in two days, but it was terribly ugly and not flexible enough when pushed.

Even so, it drew Isaiah's clicking admiration. "My lord, is this a wheelbarrow? It's simply incredible! It's more agile than a handcart, and one person can push it anywhere. With a wheelbarrow like this, serfs would barely need to exert any effort when transporting goods!"

"It's too crude, not refined enough. Master carpenters, keep making them. I want a qualified wheelbarrow!" Liszt, however, was dissatisfied.

There was no helping it—the smoke mission had yet to indicate that the task was complete.

That meant this wheelbarrow was a defective product and had not been acknowledged—or rather, Liszt himself had not acknowledged it in his heart. After all, smoke missions were greatly connected to the reflection of his thoughts. In his view, the degree to which a mission was completed, as well as the issuance of many missions, all mirrored his inner self.

The Smoke Dragon's power of destiny mingled with his own spiritual power, forming the smoke missions.

Whether that was truly the case was unimportant. What mattered was that the carpenters had to make a better wheelbarrow. With the experience of the first one, the second wheelbarrow required only minor adjustments to improve the precision of its components. Thus, before a day had passed, a brand-new wheelbarrow rolled out.

When the carpenter pushed the wheelbarrow steadily through the woodworking workshop, Liszt summoned the smoke mission and smiled in satisfaction. "Task