It seemed that words were not solemn enough, so after speaking, Shelley bent her waist and touched her chest, performing a standard Wizard's salute.
Colin was taken aback for a moment, his heart surfacing an extremely complex tide of emotions.
He looked at the neatly parked steel beasts in the warehouse before him, his gaze somewhat distant.
Although they looked a bit different, the cylindrical cutting table and the track-type body were all too familiar.
"There's no need to thank me, Shelley," Colin came back to his senses and gently shook his head, "We are mutually beneficial."
"If it wasn't for the Truth Society's day and night development, these ideas for harvest machines couldn't have become a reality in such a short period of time."
