No One Knows Soup Better Than Our Master!

In the textile factory in the northern part of the city, a murky yellow smoke rose from a tall chimney.

All the machines in the factory had officially started operating. The cotton was made into thread, and then weaved into cloth by machines. The factory had already started running.

"Your Highness, we've already put a bet of 300,000,000 copper coins that Mr. Mag would win in 10 gambling dens, just as you've ordered." Captain Ashley looked at Irina, and hesitated for a while before saying, "If he lost, our army's expenses would become very tight. By the looks of it, the gambling dens seemed to favor the chef that he is up against."

"In that case, it seems like we can win even more money," Irina said with a relaxed smile.

Captain looked at Irina's profile, and did not speak further. After that, he left the office silently.

"He's my man. How can he lose?" Irina commented with a smile in that empty office.

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