Dusk approaches.

The entire sky is tinted crimson by the setting sun.

The evening glow spreads across the earth.

Kane and the soldiers of Fakes headed towards a small city nearby.

From a distance, Kane could see a city wall built with black stone.

He could see many soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city wall, and many dust-proof devices were installed there.

An air of high alert surrounded the place.

Outside this small city, countless tents were erected around it, haphazardly and densely packed.

He could see countless figures dressed in thin, somewhat dirty and tattered clothing moving back and forth among them.

As Kane and his companions approached.

They saw many refugees, staring at them with wide eyes.

The outskirts of the city were exceptionally noisy.

Many refugees, dizzy with hunger, knelt on both sides of their ranks.

"Please, kind knights, have mercy and give us some food. We are about to starve to death."

Some members of the Explorer team wanted to take out some food to share with them but were immediately stopped by Raphael.

"Don't do unnecessary things. We can't manage now. Recklessly distributing food will only bring trouble to these people."

Hearing Raphael's words, the team member thought for a moment and then put the food away.

He turned his head, pretending not to see the refugees.

Fakes, walking alongside Kane, was long used to the situation around them and paid no attention.

"What's the situation with these refugees?" Kane asked beside him.

Hearing Kane's question, Fakes turned his head and looked around at the refugees, saying, "You mean them? They are the refugees who escaped from the forces destroyed by the Undead."

"The countries, cities, and villages destroyed by the Undead are too numerous to count. These refugees are now scattered around various towns in the rear."

At this, Fakes also began to complain: "You know, our forces that have come to the World Ring just barely escaped the world-destroying crisis, and even feeding our own populations is already extremely difficult."

"Now, the soldiers on the frontlines need food, so there's even less food available for these refugees."

Hearing Fakes' words, Kane asked, "Are there many refugees? The countries and cities of the Holy Light Alliance are not receiving them, correct?"

"Of course, you must understand that a vast area has been occupied by the Undead, and the number of refugees who managed to escape is countless, possibly more than rats."

"The forces of the Holy Light Alliance are struggling to defend themselves, so they have no time to care for these refugees."

After listening to Fakes, Kane nodded knowingly.

Then they entered the city.

This city was indeed a small town, with low houses and roads paved with gravel.

Although there were citizens coming and going, their faces looked only slightly better than those of the refugees outside.

Many shops had long since been closed.

Fakes needed to report on the mission, so after settling Kane and his team, he left.

However, Kane and his companions declined, as Kane had come along precisely to observe the state of things here.

From a small city, one could reflect most of the conditions.

Moreover, according to Fakes, the situation in this small city is almost the current state of all gathering points.

Since they already had a general understanding, there was no need to stay longer.

Not to mention the living conditions and food here compared to Kane and his companions are far worse.

Even camping outside, Kane and his companions lived better than here.

They still had to hurry on their journey; at the very least, they needed to reach the frontline resisting the Undead.

Regardless, they needed to understand the more specific situation there.

After a day of travel and combat.

The horses of the Lantern Knight Order were exhausted.

After leaving, they found a suitable spot on the back of a hill at night to camp.

"What are you thinking about?" Kreya came over, sat next to Kane, and asked.

A large campfire burned in front of them, crackling, spreading warmth to those resting nearby.

Guild members sat scattered around, chatting idly.

Hearing Kreya's voice, Kane turned his head.

He thought for a moment and said, "These refugees scattered everywhere are precisely the population we've been dreaming of, aren't they? I'm thinking about how to transport them to our territory."

According to Fakes, the number of refugees was almost equal to that of rats.

The scale possibly reached hundreds of thousands.

Fearing that they might incite a riot, affecting security at the rear, they were scattered around various cities to live.

Some young and strong refugees were directly conscripted into the army to fight on the frontline.

Yet, even so, a considerable number of refugees remain.

After all, recruiting too many young people would mean the food supply couldn't keep up, potentially causing even more danger.

Thus, they chose mainly refugees with good physical condition and some skills.

The rest were mostly ordinary people.

In this difficult period, they couldn't create much value, instead affecting the local social order.

For the forces of the Holy Light Alliance, it is a headache. But for Kane and his people, it is a treasure that they have dreamed of.

The problem is that the distance between here and Kane's territory is about a 12-day sea journey.

Not to mention the shipyard over there, which might have just been repaired, let alone producing usable ships; even if it could operate, it would be incredible.

But such an opportunity is exceedingly rare.

That's why Kane is considering feasible ways, as these refugees are incredibly enticing for him and his team.

"But the harbor over there is still under construction, let alone ships used for transporting refugees."

Kreya couldn't think of any useful solutions for Kane's problem either.

"These are hundreds of thousands of refugees, maybe even more. Successfully bringing them to our territory would be invaluable for both territorial development and the contributions we could earn." Kane couldn't help but say.

There are even more refugees than Kane mentioned; hundreds of thousands is a very conservative estimate by Kane.

The exact number can only be estimated when Kane knows how much territory the undead now occupy compared to before.

For the Holy Light Alliance, what they are doing is essentially letting these refugees die slowly.

They recruit those with strength and ability into their forces, while ordinary people are left to fend for themselves.

You could say they're cruel, but there's no other choice.

They are barely able to protect themselves right now; how can they focus on these refugees?

If it weren't for the restriction of the Mist, they might have acted themselves.

So if Kane succeeds in receiving these refugees, it's equivalent to saving hundreds of thousands of already dead individuals.

The mere thought of such contribution is staggering.

Moreover, exterminating the entire undead influence is a formidable contribution.

Adding both together, the rewards are such that Kane is willing to think of any solution.

Even if it means taking risks, it has to be completed.

Such an opportunity is too precious; if missed, even during this entire World Ring journey, it might never come again.

Kreya is also aware of the benefits as she thinks of solutions.

"Looks like this is the only way?" Kane said.

"Do you have a solution?" Kreya asked, somewhat puzzled.

Kane nodded.

Now, there are only two ways to transfer these refugees. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

One is to open a large-scale teleportation gate.

The other is to bring out finished ships with large enough quantity and size.

Lilulu currently doesn't have the capability to construct stable large-scale teleportation gates, not to mention they are far from their territory.

The only solution is to produce finished ships.

Kane looked at the skill stone[Magic Chalice]in his warehouse.

By using this skill once a day.

Kane can create sufficiently large ship components within 10 seconds, regardless of cost.

These are just ordinary constructs, not a challenge for Kane at this stage.

Then all he needs to do is store these ship parts in large warehouse-type space equipment or directly in the Guild's space warehouse.

Using the characteristics of the Guild Hall to perform long-distance transportation directly.

This is completely achievable.

As for the power to drive such large ships, the finished product already exists.

Don't forget about Kobo's grandmaster-level skills.

His energy research is at the grandmaster level; merely driving these ships is child's play.

Even with some of his ancient designs, it can be achieved.

Not to mention that Kane's warehouse is still stocked with a large number of copper silver magic stones.

These are absolutely clean and efficient energy sources.

But they haven't yet involved the knowledge of such large passenger ships.

After all, even the Lantern Ship that Kane and his team previously sailed on was designed before the World Ring opened.

This time, it's just a matter of expanding it.

But to transport such a large number of refugees, such a crude design won't suffice.

It must be sufficiently streamlined, with high efficiency in space utilization.

Moreover, a 12-day sea voyage; such large ships may attract countless sea beasts.

There is no safe sailing route discovered along the way.

Kane and his team's route is not feasible, often encountering storms which they braved through.

So now it's crucial to collaborate with Miralina from the Bihai Empire.

Let them provide security along the way, at least ensuring they are not hindered by sea beasts.

After thinking through all aspects, Kane stood up directly.

Clapping his hands to draw everyone's attention.

"Now, there is a very important task that requires everyone's help."

Upon hearing Kane's words, everyone present focused their attention.