The train’s speed far exceeded what the people of Castile could imagine. After switching trains several times along the way, the group from Castile finally arrived at the royal capital.
Although the train was quite comfortable, it was only in comparison to the transportation tools of this era. By the time they got off, Rosalind felt her calves still hadn’t fully adapted to the ground and were still trembling.
But Rosalind was still excitedly speaking to the Gray Robe, “Once we arrive, I must tell Father King what it feels like to ride the train! It’s amazing!”
The Gray Robe merely smiled and did not respond. Could they really arrive? What would happen after they got there? On the ship, the Gray Robe had pondered this question countless times, but it seemed that even if they were truly able to reach Castile, the situation might not be that simple.
Along the way, the Gray Robe had fully witnessed the landscape of this kingdom called Cape, especially during the two transfers, which allowed the Castilian envoy to make brief stops at some key towns, fundamentally altering the Gray Robe’s understanding.
Foreign Minister Caroline had chatted a lot with the Gray Robe during the journey, which gave the Gray Robe a complete understanding of this continent and this country.
The current situation on M Continent was even more chaotic than the Gray Robe had imagined. The collapse of the tower that managed the professionals, the return of Avar and the dragon caused confusion on the continent, with several forces in mutual opposition.
The internal experiences of Cape exceeded the Gray Robe’s imagination.
The temporarily appointed queen, the original royal family, coups, external invasions, the northern army entering the royal city, and the king being rendered powerless.
Just picking out any two of these terms and combining them could lead to the downfall of an ordinary small kingdom on the Solun Continent. Even Castile wouldn’t be able to withstand such turmoil.
But unexpectedly, Cape not only did not collapse, but it also gradually stabilized under the governance of that governor.
The Gray Robe took a deep breath and, following Caroline’s guidance, finally stepped onto their most familiar mode of transport—the horse-drawn carriage.
Rosalind opened the window, curiously looking at the royal city outside just as she had done throughout the journey.
The Gray Robe did not remind Rosalind to pay attention to etiquette; after all, at times like this, broadening her perspective was more important.
From Caroline’s brief description, it could be understood that the royal capital was not even the most prosperous city in Cape; it could at most be considered one of the top cities. The two big cities in the Northern Border were much more complete in their construction, and the royal capital could only be seen as a place with a larger flow of people.
And that was… that ‘only’ was already something unattainable for Castile.
Looking at the bustling royal capital outside the window, with the obelisk in the distance, the Gray Robe suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of technology that far exceeded that of this era.
But the Gray Robe quickly became invigorated again, as at least the other side shared a common enemy with Castile. If they could obtain assistance from them, Castile might still achieve glory.
Especially when the Gray Robe heard that the masters of the elves were also by the side of that governor.
Hearing that the masters of the elves were nearby, Rosalind couldn’t help but become excited. Finally, she would be able to see the legendary elves. Earlier, she mistakenly thought those Lars Knights were elves, which had a significant impact on her young mind.
Although they saw few elves on the way to the royal capital, they were there. The elves were indeed like those described in tales; they carried a peaceful aura, elegant, dignified, with pointed ears, which filled Rosalind with imagination and anticipation about that master elf.
If the passersby elves were so graceful, how beautiful must the masters of the elves be?
……
Lind had received news by now that these guests were indeed lucky enough. He had only held a tentative attitude, not expecting to actually save them.
Originally, Lind had planned for Myron to lead the Lars Knights to establish a safe route from the royal capital to the eastern border, escorting this group of guests was just a matter of convenience.
Of course, it wasn’t that simple; these guests were important channels for Lind to understand another continent. Although that Altan on his territory seemed very obedient now, he was after all just one side of the story.
Currently, the demon clan, An Zhu, and Avar were gradually forming a trade chain. Although the three parties didn’t have this concept yet, Lind wouldn’t mind stepping in and intervening before this trade chain was fully formed.
So the arrangement for shipbuilding should also be put on the agenda. However, ships are not like cars; once cars are built and can move, they are fine. But ships, especially those capable of long-distance travel, require many considerations.
Lind had previously heard a joke: a soldier reported to an officer: “During our exercises, we put the most expensive equipment out of commission.”
Army Officer: “The relevant personnel should write a reflection and deeply understand the mistake.”
Air Force Officer: “The main person should be immediately suspended for inspection, and cannot interact with the outside world until the inspection is complete.”
Navy Officer: “Don’t call me an officer anymore; from now on, I’m no longer an officer.”
This shows how costly the navy can be. Others currently cannot even call the navy the navy; they can only be considered transport ships carrying soldiers. Even if they had stabilized routes, crossing the Sea of Instability still depended heavily on luck, and Lind’s goal was not merely to be able to float.
Besides shipbuilding, Lind currently primarily focused on completely blocking the demon clan. This action was not as difficult as imagined. After all, Avar’s people couldn’t land in the Black Fog. Lind only needed to block the coastlines that were not affected by the Black Fog, just like he let Myron do now.
The area impacted by the Black Fog was gradually shrinking, but the speed of contraction was not fast; it was evident that they couldn’t hope for the Black Fog to simply drift away and completely disappear. Therefore, Lind had to prepare for a decisive battle against the demon clan amidst the Black Fog.
Originally, Lind wanted to let Lauri storm the Eternal Frozen Land all equipped and armed, aiming to control that Outer God’s corpse. However, the demon clan had deployed a lot of materials and magic circles in the Eternal Frozen Land and publicly warned Lind that if the Northern army dared to step into the Eternal Frozen Land, they would immediately activate Supremacy Magic.
The situation was awkward for both parties; Lind had no clear way to counter the demon clan’s preparedness for self-detonation with Supremacy Magic, while the demon clan was firmly locked between Lind and the Eternal Frozen Land.
Deborah had previously reminded Lind that the flesh of the Demon God responded to Supremacy Magic, and from the information transmitted from the tower, it seemed that sacrificing the Demon God’s flesh to Supremacy Magic might have an impact on the pollution in the Sea of Consciousness. It was highly likely that that Outer God had not truly died, but instead absorbed the power of Supremacy Magic to resurrect, which was also the reason Deborah referred to it as a sacrifice.
Currently, the Supremacy Magic might not be the same as it was during the post-Golden Age period when humans used Supremacy Magic. The results at that time at least allowed for mutual destruction with Outer Gods, while the current Supremacy Magic could potentially awaken the Outer God and may result in some mutation in the Outer God’s remains over the centuries.
Therefore, although the demon clan’s threat was very pale and powerless, Lind really did not dare to take any actions against the Eternal Frozen Land for the moment.
Although the climate was harsh in the Eternal Frozen Land, the Avar people and the demon clan could still live quite comfortably, while the demon clan in the Eastern Border were not so fortunate. Since only the demon clan could move within the Black Fog and they could not use Supremacy Magic, and the Avar people could not enter the Black Fog, the East could not threaten Lind in the same way.
Not to mention, with the blockade in place, those precious spellcasting materials were becoming increasingly difficult to obtain. The demon clan in the East could only shrink into the Black Fog, and the humans following them were living in fear, hoping to one day go with the Avar people to An Zhu for safety.
The only news was that Lind’s army also couldn’t penetrate the Black Fog; at least that was what the demon clan currently thought.
Lind was now just waiting for the research at Lantern Dream to conclude before ending everything and truly unifying the whole Cape. Meanwhile, the countdown for the demon clan was nearing its end.
At this moment, a maid reported that guests from another continent were already prepared and could meet with Lind at any time. However, Lind glanced at Lena, who was scratching her head over the ship design drafts.
After the small maneuvers of the nobles last time, under Lind’s strong insistence, Lena moved her office into Lind’s study, sitting right next to him.
Currently, Lena’s desk was covered with shredded or crumpled draft paper, indicating that she was encountering significant trouble with the ship design. The guards nearby did not dare to help Lena tidy her desk, making Lena’s area appear a mess.
However, Lind nodded; there was no problem. Lena was still the same as usual, making him feel at ease.
Truly, she was his wife—her flustered look was quite cute.
Then Lind turned his gaze to Tia, who was sitting on the sofa crunching on chips and searching for historical information, and his expression fell.
Why was this elf princess’s area in such disarray? It was truly too messy, lacking all decorum.
