Councilor Darman quickly wrote the introduction letter.

Now, this city councilor no longer has the bargaining chip with Ronald as before. After enduring a full day of war, he only wants everything to proceed routinely, waiting for Bolton's reinforcements to alleviate the pressure faced by Harmon.

And strong figures like Ronald and Catherine who are beyond control...

Darman has only one thought in his mind — just don't let these two burden Harmon.

So, with the introduction letter in hand, Ronald and Catherine didn't even enter the tree house.

It only took a few minutes.

After informing them specifically about the events in Bolton, they immediately left Councilor Darman's tree house.

Then they walked on Harmon's weary streets.

Catherine looked up at the sky, at the defensive barrier that still rippled continuously, and couldn't help but joke to Ronald:

"Ronald, who would have thought it would be here?"

"Do you think the transmission mage introduced by Darman could possibly be a spy arranged by Lin Yin City within Harmon?"

It was an understandable question from Catherine.

The primary reason is that the mage introduced by Councilor Darman is actually located in Harmon's coastal area right now!

And according to the information given.

This transmission mage, responsible for researching spells, specializes in special tasks, and is not good at fighting. So, during such a crisis, they went to the coast to organize and take charge of emergency shipbuilding tasks.

This arrangement also makes great sense.

If Lin Yin City's troops break through the defensive barrier before reinforcements arrive, at least some Harmon people must escape by sea.

To Catherine's question, Ronald slightly shook his head:

"Preparing an escape plan for a failed outcome is entirely human."

"There's no doubt that Lin Yin City's spy is indeed among us — that is unquestionable. But we cannot directly judge the person's identity as a spy bought off from outside the city — it's too rash."

"Hehe—" Catherine chuckled softly, with a deep implication in her tone, "Indeed. Whether this guy has been bought off or not is something we'll only know upon meeting."

In the course of their discussion, the two first arrived at the post office in Harmon.

Though it's wartime, the postal workers are not operating normally, but fortunately, the place hasn't closed down for business.

Ronald is here to send a letter.

After all, the smooth operation of the transmission spell requires the help of that fable sealer.

Now is the time to do it.

Fortunately, the letter sent to Alya originally utilizes mysterious side methods. So in terms of contacting the fable sealer, the two did not encounter much trouble.

The letter sets the specific transmission time for noon tomorrow.

Ronald and Catherine then left the post office and walked towards the coastline.

Soon, they came upon a woodland path surrounded by trees.

In fact, this was not their first time here.

Because when they had disguised themselves as shipwreck victims initially, they were brought into the city by Harmon residents via this road. But now, walking in the opposite direction, the emotions carried in their hearts were entirely different.

"Ronald, it's just ahead."

The trees ahead suddenly opened up as they moved forward, prompting Catherine to warn.

Due to the caster's extraordinary efficiency at work.

Originally, in this direction, many trees had been cut down and processed within a day, and highly skilled caster craftspeople used these materials to build wooden ships on-site.

Even for more rapid and convenient escapes.

These craftsmen directly launched newly created wooden ships into the water and anchored them on the water surface not far from the shore.

By the time someone needs to use the ships.

Simply hopping on board and cutting the rope would enable them to sail into the depths of the sea along the ocean waves.

While these temporarily built ships may lack luxurious interiors and many other functions, they are at least adequate for ensuring people's escape from the sea.

Coming here, Ronald and Catherine scanned the surroundings, searching for the transmission mage that matched Councilor Darman's description.

But before they found their target.

A worker who had been cutting trees walked straight towards them:

"Are you the ones bringing news from Harmon?"

The worker, a caster himself, mistakenly thought Ronald and Catherine were messengers delivering news.

Ronald was noncommittal about the man's inquiry.

Instead, he directly stated his purpose:

"We're here to see Mr. Warner Son, introduced by Councilor Darman."

While speaking, Ronald waved the introduction letter in his hand.

The woodcutting caster only glanced at it briefly, not bothering to verify further, and turned to walk towards the coast.

"Mr. Warner Son is over there, follow me."

Ronald and Catherine promptly followed his lead.

Passing by a makeshift dock, the scene by the coast unfolded clearly before them, and they discovered that these urgently manufactured vessels varied in size.

The ones seen initially were simply hastily built wooden boats meant for handling sea escape.

While in this safer location suitable for travel.

Three larger, structurally complete wooden sailboats were being constructed. Two already-in-use wooden sailboats, urgently requisitioned, were docked nearby.

From the vantage point at the dock.

Some hurried workers were loading sealed cargo onto the vessels and scanning the ship's deck, they saw quite a few women and children.

— Valuables and kin.

— Clearly, this was the preferential treatment prepared by those in power for themselves.

Regarding escape, they utilized the rights they held to secure much better conditions for themselves, such as transferring their valued possessions onto the ships first.

As for the transmission mage Warner Son that Ronald and Catherine were looking for.

At the moment, he stood at the dock, overseeing the construction of these three new ships.

"Bill, secure the wood planks near the mast with your spell!"

"This ship might just be the one you'll be sailing on after this, so if you don't want to perish at sea, don't put up your usual slacking attitude!"

The supervising mage soon noticed Ronald and Kadina approaching.

He furrowed his brow, immediately set aside his work, and twisted to stride towards them.

"Mr. Warner Son is here, you can speak to him yourself!"

The leading woodcutter saw the mage's movement and instantly ceased his guiding, turned to Ronald and Catherine to softly remind them, then turned to leave.

As for the transmission mage approaching.

He glanced at the departing woodcutter, then turned back to Ronald and spoke:

"Your names weren't on the list at the dock."

"So—are you from the city?"