His profits still come from monopoly! Not competition!
His instincts still cling to stagnation! Not ambition!
His soul still restricts production! Not encourages it!
As rivers inevitably flow into the sea, Steelburg shall be buried by sandstorms, overturned by waves, abandoned by time!"
Fuller was nearly suffocating with faintness, while the others who came to see them off exchanged confused looks. Only John Servette suddenly let out a long sigh.
Meanwhile, in the center of the crowd.
Winters slammed his fist onto the wagon board, forcefully punctuating his declaration: "Follow me to the Newly Reclaimed Land! There, the only thing you lose is your chains, and I will give you a new world!"
After speaking, he leapt off the carriage without so much as a glance at the others present, strode out of the crowd in large steps, mounted Longwind, and finally glanced back toward the direction of Steelburg.
"Let's go!"
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...
Half a month later.
