When Thorin asked for confirmation, Lin Mo nodded firmly.
"Yes."
Thorin's eyes immediately widened.
He only came up to Lin Mo's waist, and now he tilted his head back and stared blankly up at him, looking rather endearingly dazed.
He found it hard to imagine what something that enormous could possibly be!
What kind of monster was that?
A flying island at sea?
Startled by his own thought, Thorin swallowed and asked tentatively:
"You... want to make a castle at sea fly?"
Lin Mo smiled without answering.
Even if he explained, Thorin would not be able to picture it. In any case, that was more or less the idea.
Seeing this, Thorin sucked in a cold breath.
Madness!
The people of Great Xia were absolutely mad!
What use was there in making such a huge castle fly?
Could it be... He could not help looking toward the Fighter Jets.
Zhao Gang had previously described the Fighter Jets' combat capabilities.
If that castle was the same sort of thing, how terrifying would its combat power be?
He turned his head with difficulty. Lin Mo's expression was serious; he certainly did not look as though he was joking.
He scratched his head and, after some thought, said:
"I can't make that decision. Our king and the Elder Council will have to decide."
Lin Mo nodded.
"I understand. Give me an answer as soon as possible."
"All right!"
Thorin agreed and turned to leave.
Then he turned back and added:
"Hey, sir, let's get this straight first. If we really take this job, it won't come cheap!"
Lin Mo grinned.
"Money isn't a problem."
Thorin's eyes lit up, and even his beard perked up as he strode away.
Lin Mo was just about to return to the Command Center when he turned and