Chapter 260: Chapter 187: Frost Falcon’s Urgent Letter

"In the end, we still have to wait for those Empire folks to build a batch of suitable ships for the Ark."

Old Dean put down his wine glass and concluded.

"Indeed, everyone is waiting for the seafaring vessels that belong to the Ark."

Charles nodded.

In fact, many sailors have recently volunteered, wanting to use their fleets to work for the Ark’s official business, but Charles rejected them all.

Despite Seagull Port being bustling, the Ark is currently only in contact with some very small maritime merchant fleets. Even without discussing trust issues, these bronze-level sailors are frankly just a bunch of weaklings.

To avoid being noticed by the sea, their ships can only transport the most basic materials. If they want to buy some of the Ark’s special art treasures to present to their own King, they have to rely on the Alliance’s Magic Scrolls to cautiously shield the sea’s gaze.

To rely on these people to support the Ark’s maritime national destiny, it’s laughable just to say it.

For a country, if you want to make a mark on the sea, you have to have some real capabilities of your own. After all, there are too many strange rules in the deep-sea routes.

The Alliance Legion can use wonderful ’magic resources’ to explore the ocean, while the Empire’s official forces are rampant at sea with a large number of ’military-grade treasures’ like Ancient Century submarines.

"Charles, do you think the newly born Ark Kingdom can really catch up with the centuries of accumulation by these two big nations..."

Old Dean murmured, looking at the spectacle outside the window, suddenly feeling it all seemed like a dream.

"Although it’s not an easy task, I have confidence in the Lord." Charles smiled.

He saw with his own eyes how that leader, relying on the exaggerated ability of ’Creation from Nothing,’ walked one step at a time towards a hopeful present.

"On this rare day of celebration, don’t keep a straight face, my old friend."

Charles laughed and raised his glass, "Let’s toast to the Lord."

This business manager’s eyes sparkled with determination; only in the Ark Kingdom could he fulfill his ideal ambition, standing on the shoulders of the Ark Leader, Charles had already clearly seen the direction he should go.

His journey had only just begun!

"To the Lord."

Old Dean also raised his glass, then drank up its contents in one gulp.

Laughter entered his ears, and Old Dean turned around, noticing some Feis girls playing and frolicking down the wide, smooth streets. They were drawn to various fresh fish at the stalls ahead, and the Cat Girls perked their fluffy ears while their tails almost blurred with excitement.

These lower-class citizens, who suffered humiliation in the Alliance, visibly happier on Ark Island.

Looking farther, the sun shone brightly, children chirped around the streets, and adults were using Ark currency to purchase food and clothing for the new year. Everyone seemed to have relaxed smiles on their faces.

This was a celebration for the people.

How wonderful...

Old Dean was slightly intoxicated, unlike Charles, who always harbored ambitions to conquer others with commerce; he merely hoped people could live well through trade.

His ideal was just that simple.

Though he was seen as a ’traitor’ to ideals by White Oak Main Island, Old Dean did not regret coming to this land.

The alcohol swayed.

Lin Lan also held the drink the old hunter shoved into his hands, casually patrolling (sauntering) around his territory habitually.

He eyed the imported liquour in the bottle, took a sip of what was said to be high-class wine brewed from dozens of exotic sea fruits, and immediately felt its spicy kick tingling his tongue.

Lin Lan truly couldn’t appreciate this kind of beverage; he could only say its flavor was even more potent than the soy sauce type he had while socializing in his previous life...

Unfortunately, this Age of Exploration lacked the cheap and tasty beverage like cola...

As the Ark Lord’s thoughts drifted, another hand suddenly reached over and snatched the exquisite bottle from him.

Turning his head, Lin Lan saw a Dragon Lady clad in the same casual clothes as him, licking her red lips.

"Don’t waste it." She unceremoniously tilted her head back; lips to the bottle, the wine disappeared in a fewtons.

Eleanor had simply stopped pretending, and the Pirate Leader wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders boldly, acting very familiar.

Lin Lan was used to her gestures.

If not for his special instructions to the Doragon to tone it down a bit, she could have unfurled her wings with excitement and flown him away...

Not far away, Lucia was pulling the hands of Wendy and little Lisa, bouncing along the commercial street excitedly.

Behind them, two Feis girls with instruments followed, Molly and Daisy, reluctant to spend money despite the variety of stalls before them.

"All the snacks are on me today, juniors!"

Lucia, waving her little hand with a grand gesture, drew admiration from little Lisa, Molly, and Daisy.

Watching the Blond Witch’s smug face, Lin Lan twitched his mouth.

Lucia and Eleanor had long exhausted their salaries, and now they’re spending his salary...

Indeed, Lin Lan also set a salary for himself to cover daily expenses.

Unexpectedly to most sailors, the renowned Ark Lord, who controlled the Sun mineral vein, set his salary quite low.

Even Charles didn’t understand, but Lin Lan insisted on it.

In reality, the Ark Leader leads a lifestyle that can be considered simple; Lin Lan hasn’t enjoyed any so-called ’royal treatment’ for a day, nor does he plan to live a lavish life.

"I can tell my good First Mate has been cooped up at sea for far too long."

Eleanor remarked lightly, undoing her high ponytail, letting her hair naturally fall, matching her casual outfit and relaxed demeanor; the Pirate Leader turned into a breezy, lazy beauty.

"And what about you?"

Lin Lan sat down, chatting casually with his companion, "In the days before meeting Lucia and me, did you feel lonely and distant?"

"Doragon people hatch from their eggs alone, I’ve long gotten used to solitary days."

Eleanor instinctively gripped Lin Lan’s hand tighter, somehow producing another bottle of strong liquor, took a swig, and offered it to Lin Lan’s lips.

"However..."

She gazed into Lin Lan’s eyes, her enchanting face almost close enough to touch, "I prefer these days, so I’ve decided we won’t part for life!"

In that moment, Lin Lan again felt the rope connecting him to the Foreigner,

he mimicked Eleanor’s way and took a hearty gulp of the drink, feeling the spiciness make his face cringe, his ears filled with the Doragon’s hearty laughter.

The sky was getting darker.

Just then, Lin Lan noticed the ever-watchful Night Owl draw close.

The steely face, cloaked in fur, lowered slightly before the Ark Leader, its eyes flashing with a specific frequency of light.

Someone had sent a message.

Lin Lan exchanged a glance with Eleanor, the Dragon Lady clutched the Philosopher’s Stone, leading Lin Lan into the Mechanical Dream.

With practiced skill, Lin Lan opened the private message channel, then was slightly startled.

Frost Falcon: "Seagull, the situation is urgent, I need your assistance"

Frost Falcon: "The merchant fleet I sent to the Ark was slaughtered on the ’Enlightened Ancient Tree’ route; it’s Blood Vulture Duke’s legion that did it"