"The Tech Combat Force will also sign the agreement alongside you, overseeing everyone and ensuring the treaty is fulfilled in every respect."
At this point, the Lava General did not hesitate in the slightest and put himself directly on the line. "Also, you need not worry that Rost Territory's mining machinery and textile machinery will not be sold to you. That is impossible."
"You are the only variable in this agreement. As long as you agree, then barring any surprises, everything will proceed as stated here."
With the Lava General's assurance, the expressions of the representatives visibly relaxed.
In truth, it was not hard to tell from their current reactions that they had all been tempted long ago.
What was the greatest problem facing their nations? Their territories were too small, their ability to withstand risks was weak, and their geographical environments were relatively uniform.
They had to handle many things themselves, yet they were simply not good at them. In the end, they would fall into a vicious cycle. But once this community was established, the eighteen nations could complement one another, vastly strengthening their ability to resist risks. Beyond that, there would be a whole range of benefits, along with the envisioned changes that would come after industrialization...
"Can some of the more detailed clauses in this agreement be adjusted?" Another representative spoke up. "I basically agree with this proposal, and I feel that what we need to shoulder and contribute is reasonable. However, within this system, some things are unfavorable to weaker nations like ours..."
"You may raise them, and everyone can discuss them together." The Lava General was not angry.
Disputes were normal.
Even two neighbors building houses would have disputes, and two brothers inheriting an estate would have disputes. How could an alliance of eighteen