The tide of the times came rolling in, and there would always be people who made the right choice. Just as Roger had said.
The imperial capital of the Graycastle Empire.
"Odd Coin" Ayr watched the long line outside his shop. All of them were noble ladies and young misses from the surrounding area, each leaving his store laden with purchases, their faces growing ever brighter.
"Sure enough, another correct investment!" "Odd Coin" Ayr could not help sighing. Ever since the Technology God had appeared, every one of his investments had been highly successful.
"Yes, but what is even more unbelievable is that all these clothes actually came from Rost Territory..."
A middle-aged man dressed as a steward beside him could not help remarking, "Of course, I am not saying there is anything wrong with Rost Territory, nor do I look down on it."
"I only mean that Rost Territory is far too small. Yet such a small place has established countless factories, smelters, all sorts of Magitech Device factories, and now textile mills and Garment Factory as well. There may even be many factories we do not know about."
"How efficient must their textile mills and Garment Factory be to produce so many of these new-style clothes, enough for so many Golden Merchants' Guild branches to sell? I heard they are being sold at the Church of the God of Love and Beauty as well."
The speaker might have said it casually, but the listener took it to heart. "Odd Coin" Ayr had merely been sighing at first, but after hearing such words from the steward he trusted most, his expression changed slightly.
"Tell me, is it possible for us to establish our own textile mills and Garment Factory?"
"Many of those new-style clothes use that new material called