After the lunch service was over, Mag followed Mobai out of the city.
Mobai's artillery workshop was built in a plain that was five kilometers away from the city. Its surroundings were very desolate, and yellow mud was present everywhere. A courtyard made of yellow mud stood there awkwardly.
"I have bought all the land here, so nobody is going to come here. Hence, we can do any experiments we like," Mobai said to Mag with a smile as he stopped the horse-drawn carriage they were in.
"This is rather nice. I guess the founding fathers who made the two bombs and one satellite had to struggle in such a difficult environment in exchange for world peace too[1]." Mag stood on the shaft and observed the surroundings. The plain that was experiencing severe desertification did resemble the Great Northwest.
"Come on in." Mobai tethered the horse before unlocking the big lock on the courtyard and walked in.
Mag leaped down the carriage and followed him into the courtyard.
