"As long as you can do it, then I guarantee it's going to be a hit."
Eric took a long, deep breath, steadying himself to ensure he didn't make any rash decisions.
Even if the idea was a ten out of ten, the execution, if done poorly, would fail. Worst-case scenario, someone smarter steals the idea and does it right.
It was a one-shot thing, a hit or miss, meaning there was absolutely no chance for mistakes.
At least, not in a way that would leave Dorian disappointed.
"When do you need this product ready?" asked Eric, weighing his options carefully.
"Seeing as there is a chance I will be in the capital soon, I'd say as soon as possible, even if it is just a prototype," Dorian replied.
Eric chuckled even more nervously. "That soon, eh? I can understand why, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't questioning my capability right now."
"My team and I already made a lesser version of the paste. It was used to build a massive windmill," Seraphina jumped in.
