章 1296: On the Metallic Street

Mungo took a sip of vodka without saying anything. That was pretty much a silent confirmation to Sheyan's question. Sheyan pondered for a moment, but after that, he asked another question instead.

"Doesn't that mean the Empire can make another Major General's Blood Armour for me?"

"Of course not," answered Mungo decisively. "Although 90% of your armour was made within the Empire, the remaining 10% consists of key technologies and core components that can only be provided by the Realm."

"That guy has the nerve to intercept my armour? He's not afraid of the Realm's retaliation?" asked Sheyan in an icy tone.