There was no dock here.
Hundreds of meters from the mainland bordering the forest area, a wooden multi-masted sailing ship floated on the sea, its lit lamps very conspicuous.
With Ronald's vision, he could even see people moving about on the ship.
Assisted by the reconnaissance power of "Fury," he was quite sure that the people on the ship were not on alert for battle but were just waiting before setting sail.
According to Bapulor's "inside information," it would be a few more days before all the casters were assembled, and then the multi-masted sailing ship would officially set out to sea.
While observing the scene on the sea, Ronald turned and asked Bapulor,
"Are there no other traces around? Is Little John on the ship?"
"..."
Bapulor's expression was somewhat complex.
He pointed at an inconspicuous cabin by the sea and then explained,
"According to the plan, he was supposed to stay here."
"But now... it seems he isn't."
