"Good thing the warehouse didn't take too much damage. At the very least, it'll support Oath City's basic repairs. For now, we won't need to draw resources from anywhere else—"
In the open-air council hall, whose ceiling was gone, Lorenzo was laying out Oath City's reconstruction plan.
A few muffled chuckles came from behind him. He turned back and saw Alama leaning against a broken wall, the corners of his mouth lifted, his gaze unfocused. Who knew what he was grinning about?
"Alama? Alama!"
"Huh?" Alama snapped back to himself and blinked. "What is it?"
"Were you even listening to me? What were you spacing out about?"
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I was having a video call with my daughter just now."
"A video call?" Lorenzo thought for a moment before remembering that this was a Mycelium Network function only core members of the Fungal Fortress had. Its effect was about the same as the image-transmission function of a high-grade Communication Crystal, except the picture was clearer and the connection more convenient. As long as both parties were within range of the Fungal Carpet, it worked. It was practically crushing traditional Communication Crystals in every possible way.
The only unclear part was the cost. But judging by the fact that only core members could use it, even if it consumed less than a Communication Crystal, it probably was not lower by much.
What he did not know was that communication through the Mycelium Network actually had almost no cost. Only core members could use it purely because it required Linden to connect them personally. He found it troublesome, so he limited the number of users.
"Mycelium really is convenient in every way!" Lorenzo sighed, then gave Alama another look. "You were injured that badly, and it's only been a few days,