In the ensuing dozens of days, the fleet's voyage on the sea was quite smooth.
With the map provided by Ronald and having rooted out the hidden cult magician from within, the atmosphere on the fleet was even better than before.
After docking three times and re-establishing maritime links with an overseas colony of [Greed], a new land was spotted by the lookout caster on a calm afternoon.
Ding Ding Ding—
The bell rang, its sound slightly different because it had been changed once.
Ronald in the cabin put down his pen and paper and headed to the deck along with the other passengers.
The ordinary passengers on the ship were unaware that opening the route had become stable with the map, so their mood was understandably good when they successfully and smoothly found land at this moment.
However, unlike the curious casters beside him,
Ronald's gaze gradually grew solemn.
