"These are alchemical birds. They fly very fast and can complete medium to short-distance intelligence transmission."
"Once I find suitable materials, I can even create alchemical birds that can help armies transport supplies in the future."
"How about it? Isn't this very valuable?"
"Hulk, I'm going to be rich!"
Thinking of the wonderful future, Aerin began to let herself go.
Orion examined the alchemical bird in his hand, his brow furrowing slightly with gravity.
This thing could complete medium to short-distance intelligence transmission; it was definitely a good item.
However, Aerin seemed not to have considered some of the finer details.
"Don't get too happy too soon."
"Let me ask you, if an alchemical bird is intercepted by the enemy, or accidentally damaged, does it have any self-defense measures?"
"Also, the energy source for the alchemical birds—can these things be used continuously without consumption?"
"If not, what provides their energy?"