At the stern, there is a towering lookout tower and a spacious command room, where the lookout can overlook the surrounding sea and guide the ship.

Commanders can also strategize and control the overall situation from the command room.

The key point is that at this stage, the Ministry of Industry is fully capable of producing it.

Even though some parts of the structure are quite complex, such as the precision tuning of artillery, which requires superb skills and repeated testing.

The power control of a catapult also requires precise calculations and continuous improvement.

However, the Ministry of Works is full of talented people, gathering countless skilled craftsmen. With everyone working together, those problems should be easily solved.

Qin Qianluo's movements were skillful and focused. She carefully folded each document neatly, and the occasional soft rustling sound between the papers was particularly clear in the quiet space.

After finishing organizing, she picked up a ribbon embroidered with delicate patterns and gracefully and neatly tied the documents together, each knot neat and tight.

Then, she looked up at the hourglass hanging on the wall.

In the transparent glass container, fine sand flows like time itself, even and silent, precisely marking the moment.

"Yunbao, I'm going out first." Qin Qianluo turned to look at Feng Qingyun, who was focused on studying the blueprints, and said softly.

The voice was like a gentle breeze in spring, tender and soothing.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyun raised her head, blinked her bright eyes, smiled sweetly, and nodded in response, "Okay, Luo Bao."

After receiving a response, Qin Qianluo stood up and gracefully stepped out of the space.

As soon as you step outside, the sunlight hits you, carrying a refreshing coolness, mixed with the fragrance of rainwater and earth.

Qin Qianluo gently closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the atmosphere outside. Then, she parted her red lips and summoned Xuan You.

In a short while, Xuan You, dressed in black, appeared silently like a ghost in the night. As soon as he landed, he knelt on one knee with fluid movements.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes hidden in the shadows beneath his hat brim, respectfully awaiting instructions.

"Send these materials to the Ministry of Works immediately and hand them over to the Minister of Works so that they can try to manufacture them."

Qin Qianlu handed over the organized documents with a serious expression. Xuan You took them with both hands and responded in a deep and powerful voice.

The next second, it vanished from its spot like an arrow released from a bow, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

Looking in the direction Xuan You had left, a complex emotion welled up in Qin Qianluo's heart.

She stood quietly in place, a gentle breeze caressing her hair, stirring a few stray strands.

The premature appearance of firearms is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake; it will inevitably cause ripples and have a far-reaching impact.

But she couldn't tell what the ripples would bring, whether it would be a blessing or a curse.

Feng Qingyun hadn't leveled up yet, and this seemingly calm appearance made her vaguely suspect that perhaps the appearance of firearms hadn't brought any merit.

After all, firearms are incredibly powerful and destructive. Once deployed on the battlefield, they can unleash a bloodbath amidst the clash of swords, potentially wiping out countless lives.

Thinking of this, Qin Qianluo sighed softly, her chest rising and falling slightly. Well, as long as her merits weren't deducted, it was already a blessing.

She shook her head, trying to shake off these troubling thoughts, but the lingering worries, like willow catkins in spring, wouldn't leave her mind.

She couldn't help but reflect on whether she had been too hasty in pushing for the invention of firearms. What kind of waves would this decision create in the long river of history?

In fact, Qin Qianluo was not eagerly hoping that Feng Qingyun would level up; she had her own plans in mind.

If Feng Qingyun can reach level six before the conquest of Japan, that will be enough.

Because Feng Qingyun once mentioned that at level six, one can leave a special mark on others, making them feel awe and dare not have the slightest disobedience or evil thoughts.

This feature was fatally attractive to Qin Qianluo.

However, whether this mark can be passed down through generations remains to be seen.

Feng Qingyun was also unaware of this; the answer would only be revealed after the upgrade.

If it could truly be passed down through generations, it would solve a major problem that has been weighing on my mind.

The road ahead will likely be much smoother, but this expectation is mixed with a bit of trepidation and unease.

She didn't know the specific effects of the brand; this unknown, like a thick fog, shrouded her heart.

The warm sun poured down on the courtyard without reservation, enveloping everything in a soft, golden glow.

The dappled sunlight danced freely on the stone path, and the flowers, plants and trees swayed gently in the breeze, releasing a refreshing fragrance.