Even in the cold winter, the workers in the steel factory remained shirtless, their foreheads covered in sweat.
The Sunlight Flame roared fiercely in the furnace, with waves of heat rolling in the air, as if people were in the center of a steamer.
They had long since moved out of the factory camp in Seagull City. Now, that camp had turned into a commercial street, crowded with shops of all sizes, quite popular with the locals.
Manager Abel patrolled beside the workers, gazing at the enormous furnaces for smelting minerals, a hint of worry in his eyes.
The iron and copper mines on Ark Island were already depleted.
Even before the establishment of the Ark Kingdom, the Lion Heart nobles had squandered the island's resources, with large quantities of mineral resources being shipped away by the Alliance merchants' cargo ships, leaving only some ridiculous Lion Heart coins behind.
Whenever he thought of this, Abel would feel a surge of anger.
