Louis waved a hand, deftly activating the Daily Intelligence System.
A pale blue screen appeared silently inside the carriage, and lines of intelligence slowly unfolded:
[Daily Intelligence Update complete] [1: Good news from Dawnlight Harbor: the Red Tide Workshop has completed its first prototype steam-powered land transport vehicle, marking the Northern Frontier's entry into the age of mechanized transport.] [2: Unusual fleet activity has been detected in the North Sea. Scout ships belonging to Carville, the Steel-Toothed Mad King, have repeatedly appeared off Dawnlight Harbor.] [3: Duke Raymont has used the remains of an Ancient Dragon to refine a potion that activates battle aura, known as second-generation Dragon Marrow Extract.]
"I told you he could do it." Louis stared at the screen, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
He had known Hamilton would succeed. After all, he was a genius recognized by the Daily Intelligence System. He simply hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
That vehicle was more than a workshop achievement. It was another great stride forward for Red Tide's industry.
The furnace fire glimmered in Louis's eyes. "Supply routes, trade routes, military routes... now they can all get moving."
He already had a plan in mind. Once the technology had been refined and stabilized, he would begin mass production, sending Red Tide's goods and grain across the snow.
In the future, even larger trains would travel on iron rails, linking the harbor and the Northern Frontier's cities into a single artery of steel.
In wartime, they would be behemoths carrying supplies and troops. In peacetime, they would be the lifeblood of merchants and craftsmen.
The Northern Frontier's resources would flow through these machines, no longer constrained by seasons, storms, or horses.
Louis could already envision steam trains thundering across the snowfields, while