The news about the metal ships of the Bharatiya Empire destroying a smuggling boat immediately reached the ears of the European diplomats on the Embassy Street.
"Are you sure?" Simeon Brezhnev asked the informer, his face twisted in disbelief. He looked completely gobsmacked, so much so that the expression on his face didn't suit a nobleman. If he could look at himself in the mirror, he would rather be caught cheating than be seen reacting like that. But no one could really blame him. After all, who would believe the claim that the Bharatiyas had built a metal ship that could float on the sea, and not just float, but carry firepower equal to a 1,000-tonne battleship?
What was this, some kind of a fairy tale?
The informer took a big gulp, his heart still palpitating, "Yes, sir, th-the news is very reliable. I talked w-with the people who were actually there… at the scene, wh-where the smuggling ship was destroyed."