Zeppelin gave a bitter smile, unmoved by Li Qinwu's words.
He was old now. He had seen through some things. What was lost would never return, and he no longer dwelled on it. Instead, he spoke of something else.
"I heard about the deal you made with those Dwarves. A few months ago, one of their warships came to our planet to haul away a shipment of liquor.
Damn, Dwarven warships are huge—long and thick!
I gathered up every drop of alcohol on the planet before I could fill their ship. Those Dwarves just grinned and said they would come back in a year, telling us to prepare the same amount of liquor.
God-Emperor above, if I want to keep up with those Dwarves' drinking, I'll have to mobilize a million people to brew alcohol.
Do you remember your fief, Whitewater City? It's become a new city now. A whole million people, all serving the brewing industry!"
The moment Li Qinwu heard that the Dwarves had actually come, he asked excitedly,
"How was it? Did they leave anything behind?"
Governor Zeppelin's eyes lit up as well.
"Those Dwarves are truly generous. In exchange for the liquor, they delivered the frames of two Squire Mechs, five sets of Terminator Armour frames, and a large amount of Factory equipment—all Factory equipment we can use.
Some of that Factory equipment was sent to the moon to build the Nuclear Industrial Chain. Some was sent to the space station to expand its scale. The rest went to the industrial district to manufacture Fleet Iron Guard!"
Upon hearing this, Li Qinwu immediately demanded to go see the Squire Mech and Astartes Terminator Armour frames.
Governor Zeppelin led him into the Spire's vault, where they found those precious frames behind layer after layer of steel doors.