After the new weapon conference concluded, Louis didn't immediately leave the workshop district.
Following Mike's guidance, he quietly bypassed the crowd outside, walked through a rusted corridor, and entered a secret workshop hidden behind the Red Tide Forge.
At the center of the workshop stood a strangely shaped device.
A cylindrical iron tank about two meters tall occupied the core space of the room.
The shell was cast from an alloy of cold iron and alchemical copper, covered in black heat-resistant paint. It didn't look delicate, and even the seams were sealed with thick alchemical glue to prevent leaks, rough yet exuding a raw industrial power.
"This is what you mentioned before...the 'steam power engine.'" Mike patted the iron tank with a hint of pride, "We call it 'Iron Tank No. 1.'"
Louis looked at it, a hint of realization flashing in his eyes.
It was during a casual chat months ago.
