Bradley stood to the side, quickly taking notes: "Yes, My Lord."
"We must begin stockpiling supplies for winter now," Louis continued. "Granaries, salt, fuel, winter fabrics... get a portion ready for the Red Tide first. As for the rest of the Northern Territory's supplies, we will decide when I return."
Bradley nodded solemnly: "Understood, I will personally oversee it."
Having given these instructions, Louis then called for Hamilton.
The young craftsman was wearing an oil-stained leather apron, his hair slick with sweat and clinging slightly to his forehead.
Upon seeing Louis, he nervously rubbed his hands together, speaking softly: "My Lord, about the... steam-powered loom... we've already started mass production."
"Excellent," Louis nodded, approval evident in his eyes. "You've done well, Hamilton."
Hamilton shyly lowered his head: "Actually... it was Mr. Mike who helped me a lot, I... I just modified the design..."
