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"He really is a cook!"

All the engineering staff's expressions began to get a little weird. Even though the steam engine locomotive was designed by Mag, they still felt a little queasy having a cook instructing them in their profession.

Mag knew very well what they were thinking, but he wasn't very concerned. He was just too lazy to waste too much time there. If he rushed back now, he could still go to the information agency to check on the information on Lantisde.

It seemed that Scheer wasn't at the base, so he could only come up with the solutions himself.

"Alright. Thank you for making this trip." Bourell took the sketches and arranged with his people to send Mag back. His gaze was totally attracted by the sketches in his hands.

Although they were just sketches, the lines and labelling were still stringent.

Bourell was looking at them seriously, and his eyes began to light up slowly.