When Roland told Anna about this, it made her laugh for a long time.

"If those people knew that most of these things came from your hand, I'm afraid their eyes would pop out." He said casually, playing with her hair. "That way, they should be obedient to you."

"The Ministry of Industry can finally add some manpower," Anna said with a smile, "but I don't know what their actual level is."

"Those who can realize the value of that book should at least have some talent." Roland shrugged. Back then, he had tricked the Chief Alchemist into coming to Neverwinter City with a series of redox formulas. "And they are willing to bring their families here despite the pressure, so their hearts should be considered warm... With these two conditions, if given the right opportunities, I think they won't remain unknown forever."

He paused here, "Of course, before officially assisting you, they have to complete the basic subject studies first. You will arrange the specifics, which is also a process of establishing subordinate relationships."

Anna leaned closer and rested her head on his chest. "To be honest, I don't know if I can lead them well..."

"You were the one who took the initiative to ask to be the Minister of Industry," Roland teased, "What's wrong? Now that you're not a lone commander anymore, are you getting stage fright?"

She reached out, and slender black fire appeared quietly from her fingertips, drawing circles in front of Roland. "Do you want to be tied up with black fire and tickled again?"

"Uh—I mean, if you don't understand anything, go ask Tilly." Roland looked away. "I heard that none of the trainee sky knights in the academy are not afraid of the princess's majesty."

Anna's eyes lit up. "That's right, I can ask your sister for advice! But..." She hesitated again, "I haven't talked to her for a long time, and I heard that since the Second Expedition, her emotions have been..."

"Don't worry, it's been so long, she must have adjusted." Roland comforted, "Maybe she will be very happy if you go to chat with her—after all, you used to huddle together to make exam papers."

He did not reveal the possibility of Ashes' resurrection to anyone other than Tilly, mainly because he was worried that they would disregard life and death in the war.

"Well," Anna nodded as if she had made up her mind, "Then it's settled!"

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Roland changed the subject, "By the way, how is the magic cube-driven steam truck project going?"

"The first prototype will take a few more days to complete. The structure is roughly the same as the previous magic cube car. The operation and power systems have been simplified. Although the flexibility has been reduced a lot, the reliability has been improved a lot." Anna's tone immediately became serious when she mentioned serious matters, "In addition, there is no problem using it to load goods and personnel, provided that the road construction you mentioned can be completed smoothly—if it is just ordinary dirt roads and mountain roads, it basically can't run."

"What about the tractor?"

"It's far from that," Anna shook her head, "The drawings you gave me are not detailed enough, and many places need to be done to know, and the suspension and control systems are different from wheeled vehicles. It may take a long time to build a qualified prototype."

However, the most lacking thing now is time.

If it's just defense, the devils will only become more and more difficult to deal with. If you want to get rid of the dependence on positional warfare, armored units are undoubtedly the most suitable choice. But it just so happens that the drawings of this kind of old large machinery are not easy to collect. Unlike textbooks, there are ready-made products. Even in the dream world, he can only find some scattered detailed drawings of parts. Not to mention whether they are accurate, it is questionable whether they can match each other.

If modern parts are directly used, Neverwinter's craftsmanship is far from up to standard. Whether it is a tracked tractor or an armored vehicle modified on this basis in the future, they are all consumables, and it is impossible for Anna to make them all.

In the final analysis, there are too few available talents.

When industrial development reaches a certain level, any product may involve hundreds of categories, and it is difficult for one or two people to support the overall situation. And such problems will become more and more obvious later—for example, Tilly's feedback on the shortcomings and improvement suggestions of the biplane, he can't take care of them all.

If the Third Battle of Divine Will was fifty years later, these problems could be solved easily.

But the enemy obviously won't give him this chance.

"I'll think of a way," Roland said slowly.

"Roland, I remember you said that the dream world is becoming more and more abundant, right?" Anna blinked her lake-blue eyes, as if she had thought of an idea.

"Well, it seems to be self-improving. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't even be able to bring back the information behind." According to Lan's statement, this is a manifestation of the dream growing stronger—it is eroding the power of the gods.

"In that case, why don't you seek help directly from the dream world?"

"Do you mean...mobilize more people to search?"

"No," Anna smiled slyly, "I'm thinking of a more direct method." She leaned close to Roland's ear and whispered her idea, "I don't know if it will work."

Roland couldn't help but be stunned. He pondered for a moment, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. "This...might work!"

"You can try it later," Anna stretched. "If it works, we can all relax a lot. But now, keep me company first..."

…

When Roland opened his eyes from the dream world, a complete plan had emerged in his mind.

Anna's idea is actually not complicated. Since Neverwinter City lacks enough talent, then simply recruit from here. And Roland, who was prompted by this, considered it more deeply—he could set up a design bureau dedicated to him in the dream world: in name, it was spending money to have fun. Anyway, there are antique and model enthusiasts everywhere, no matter how he tosses, it will not attract attention. In essence, it can provide R&D support and detailed drawings for the real world.

Even the subsequent testing and improvements can be completed here.

Compared to him searching for information like finding a needle in a haystack, this approach is undoubtedly very targeted and much more efficient.

However, the threshold for doing so is undoubtedly very high.

So high that the money he accumulated from robbing demonized ones is far from enough.

Unless he can find a stronger supporter.

And there seems to be one right now.

One of the board members of the Clover Group, Garcia's father, Garde.

Of course, with the other party's personality, talking like this may not achieve the effect he wants—after all, for Garde, this expense, even if it is not large, is not something he would casually give away.

Garcia can no longer help him much in this matter, he needs some other bargaining chips.

Roland picked up the phone and found the number guarding Prism City.