The workers and engineers hurriedly rushed toward the front side where Adrian stood with their Queen. The ground beneath their boots was still scarred from the recent devastation, yet there was urgency and a flicker of determination in their steps.
Adrian discussed with the engineers about the plantation and the structural patterns they had used to build it originally. He listened carefully, eyes tracing the ruined edges of the farmland as the engineers explained the foundation design.
"We have the blueprint, sir," one of them said after a brief search through his satchel.
Adrian nodded, his tone steady. "Please show it to me."
Another one, unable to hold back his curiosity, asked, "Would you mind if I asked why you require the blueprint?"
Isabelle's eyes snapped toward the man, her glare enough to silence most, but Adrian only smiled—calm, patient, showing no hint of discontentment.
