Rolan's sixth day in a coma.

Wendy was taking care of him when Anna entered the room.

"Let me do it."

She picked up a bowl of clear water, came to the bedside, dipped a cotton swab in it, and gently applied it to Rolan's lips. Although the symbiotic seed had been planted, his body was still affected to some extent, such as the dryness and cracking caused by long-term dehydration.

During these days, Anna spent much less time with Rolan than Wendy, Nightingale, and others. Not because she didn't want to, but because she had forcibly set a rule for herself: the contact time should not exceed half an hour each day—otherwise, she was afraid that she would never be willing to leave the room again.

At this time, Wendy would also put aside what she was doing and let Anna accompany him.

These thirty minutes were usually gentle and peaceful, as if time had stagnated at this moment.

The tranquility was broken until the report of the guards outside the door came.

"Your Highness Anna, the forward reconnaissance team has returned, and everyone else is waiting for you in the conference room!"

Anna paused for a moment before slowly putting down the porcelain bowl in her hand.

"Anna..." Wendy said with some concern.

"Don't worry," she raised her head, "I'm fine."

At that moment, Wendy felt that Anna's whole state had changed. The watery gaze she had previously cast on Rolan had now become unusually firm, as if the two were not the same person.

This girl was growing at an astonishing speed. Wendy realized that, but recalling the past in Border Town, she was always the first to learn what Rolan taught, so such progress might be reasonable. Because of Anna, Border Town became the holy mountain of witches, and now, she was leading everyone to a new peak.

"Go and accomplish what only you can do." Wendy said softly.

"Rolan is in your care." Anna bowed slightly to her, and then walked out of the bedroom.

After passing through long corridors and stairs, she stopped at the door of the conference room, took a few deep breaths, and then reached out to push open the door—

"Your Majesty the Queen!" Everyone in the room stood up and saluted her with their hands on their chests.

Anna did not take it for granted, but returned the same courtesy—she knew that what she was good at was extremely limited. Being able to arrange everything and make everything look orderly for the time being was the result of everyone's joint efforts.

"Let the meeting begin."

"Yes!" Fuxiao Chenguang replied respectfully.

The reconnaissance of the Misty Island was jointly completed by Lightning, Maggie, and Sylvie—according to the coordinates provided by Hackzord, Sylvie had confirmed the specific location of the island. Although the Magic Eye still could not penetrate the illusion barrier, on the flat sea, it was as conspicuous as a star in the night.

In addition, Sylvie also discovered a large number of magic power reactions, which almost surrounded the surrounding sea area, which was also the reason why the expedition team finally gave up exploring deep into the mist.

There was no doubt that these magic power sources belonged to the Sky-Sea World—in addition to the common Sea Ghosts, Nest Mothers, and Blade Beasts, there were also several extremely amazing "big guys." Devils called them Mountain Devouring Beasts, which were usually evolved from Nest Mothers. They no longer had the ability to manufacture Foot Beasts and Blade Beasts, but used thick armor to cover their entire bodies, and used winch-like giant mouths to gnaw at the land, creating a suitable battlefield for the main force of the Sky-Sea World.

Obviously, the Sky-Sea World did not intend to give up the Bottomless Land.

Just as the general staff was formulating countermeasures based on new information, Silence of Disaster and Isabella suddenly walked in—the combination of these two people could be described as quite strange. One was a Devil Lord, and the other was a former church Purifier. Anyone who saw them would be surprised.

However, Anna knew that the parts they were responsible for were crucial.

And they did bring good news.

Isabella smiled at her, "Your Highness, the experiment was successful."

Anna couldn't help but feel relieved. The biggest trouble in dealing with the Sky-Sea World at present was those elusive Blade Beasts. Drawing witches from the Western Region would inevitably lead to a void in the defense of Neverwinter City, so the safest way was to allow ordinary people to discover the traces of Blade Beasts. And Chaos, the only Lord who had ascended from an Eyeball Monster, had the ability to break through all concealment, but the range of effect was small, far less versatile than passive vision.

If the range of Chaos Lord's ability could be expanded several times, it might be able to play a decisive role.

The first to propose this point was none other than Hackzord, and Anna immediately thought of the Infinite Imprint that Jieluo had used—finally, the plan was divided into three parts: the Silence of Disaster was responsible for persuading Chaos, Anletta provided high-level magic stones, and Isabella conducted relevant research. This was also the reason why the combination was so strange.

Isabella's affirmation meant that the most troublesome part had been broken through.

This also greatly boosted the morale of the general staff.

At least now there was a visible direction for attacking the Bottomless Land.

After the theoretical conditions were met, the rest was deployment.

"I hope it's still in time for Graycastle." Agatha said, looking at the map of the Four Kingdoms.

"I believe in Iron Axe and them." Anna said slowly.

……

Dawn Kingdom, Coral Bay.

White leaned on his crutches and climbed onto the deck, slowly moving to the bow of the "Flying Spur"—this was a two-masted fast sailing ship. Although it was also a type of sea ship, its ability to resist wind and waves was not good, and most of the time it could only sail along the coastline. However, its biggest advantage was that it was cheap. In the past, it would cost at least several hundred gold dragons, but now it only cost ninety-nine, and if it was exchanged for Graycastle banknotes, it could be discounted by another 10%.

"Good morning, boss!" The sailors on the deck who were carrying goods saluted him.

White nodded with satisfaction.

If it were in the past, hiring such a group of people would definitely be a big expense, but with the increasing love of large merchants for paddle steamers, the price of ordinary sailing ships had dropped again and again, and even these young men who were good at climbing masts and hanging sails had become much cheaper—after all, those steamships did not need sails or so many people.

Looking at the blue sky, white clouds, and the sea, and listening to the melodious sound of seagulls, White was in a particularly cheerful mood. From coachman to sailing ship owner, his fixed assets had increased several times. Although he was still doing transportation work, and the employer was basically Neverwinter City, compared with a year or two ago, it was a world of difference.

Of course, he had not forgotten his ideal of buying a steam truck, but now many new things had been added to this ideal, such as buying more ships and trucks... Of course, it would be best if he could establish a business specializing in transportation.

"Boss, are you reminiscing about the past again?" Someone joked.

The sailors knew that their boss's favorite thing to do when he was happy was to brag about his past experiences. As long as no one interrupted him, it would be no problem to talk for an hour or two. As listeners, they could also take a break from their busy work, so someone would always start this.

"What do you mean by reminiscing about the past? This is life experience. You... you just don't have enough experience." White glared, "I used to pull carts for the Countess, then I worked for the church, and then I was hired by Graycastle before I saved this family fortune. So those are not suffering at all, but the foundation for success, understand?"

"Yes, yes, you're right!" Everyone nodded.

"You little brats, I know you want to be lazy again," White found a clean place to sit down, patted the floor beside him, "Come here, while I'm in a good mood today, it won't hurt to tell you something."

Whistles immediately sounded on the deck.

White didn't care much. He was not a noble. If he hadn't made the right choice and followed most of the immigrants to Neverwinter, his current situation would not be much better than these sailors.

"Today I'll tell you about the King of Graycastle's recovery of Wolfheart Deepwater Bay." He brewed for a moment, and then talked eloquently. What soldiers who stood in the rain without falling, what noble missions that lost their helmets and abandoned their armor at first sight, but more content was concentrated on the fleet that covered the sky.

"You don't know what a huge team that was. The continuous white sails were almost longer than the sea horizon. Just looking at it from a distance could make people unable to move. It's no wonder that the Baron of Deepwater Bay immediately joined His Majesty Rolan."

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Hey, it was even more exaggerated than what I said at the time, kid. I bet that was the most magnificent scene I've ever seen in my life. You can't comprehend it even if you rack your brains. Unless you see it with your own eyes, you'll never reach my level in this life. Of course, such an opportunity may not come across even after ten years." White said triumphantly.

"Uh... Boss, have you ever seen ships appear out of thin air?" Someone asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm talking about real things, not folk legends!"

"But it's right across... the pier, and... there's more than one..." The person's voice even stuttered.

"Did you drink too much last night?" White propped himself up, pushed away the sailors surrounding him, looked towards the sea, and then froze in place.

He saw a huge "door" appearing on the sea.

And the seaships bearing the Graycastle royal flag, like ghosts, sailed out of the door one after another, slowly passing the stern of the Flying Spur with a distance of several hundred meters.