Seagull City began operating at the fastest pace.
On the morning of the second day, the Ark News Agency announced the devastating news of the Alliance Legion’s destruction of Ark Harbor, plunging this vibrant city into silence.
Looking at the news on the newspaper, Prince Ramses couldn’t stop laughing.
The Alliance Legion did such a fantastic job!
White Oak Main Island truly is the closest ally of the Angsak Kingdom!
Now it seems he just needs to wait less than a month for Lord Lin Lan to beco a defeated dog with a broken spine, trapped in endless regret and fear.
By then, he could negotiate with the victorious Commander Horn, thus accomplishing the task assigned by his father!
Beside the blond young man, the High Priestess, dressed in an elegant long dress and wearing a veil, remained expressionless.
The woman fell into contemplation.
The Comrcial Union is moving too fast, giving no chance for the newborn Ark Kingdom, with its initial survival of the Celestial Calamity, to catch a breath...
Since the Alliance has deployed its legion, it ans they intend to swallow all of Ark Kingdom’s solar resources, leaving little benefit for Angsak Kingdom.
Though this news isn’t entirely bad.
To efficiently utilize solar resources, the Comrcial Union ultimately still needs the assistance of Angsak people. The refined sunshine technology is the foundation of the Angsak Royal Family’s existence; no one can take that away...
"Your Highness, I suggest you temporarily avoid the spotlight in Fog Strait for now,"
She softly spoke, her breath as fragrant as orchids: "The cornered Ark King is likely to fall into final madness, possibly even abandoning the country early to beco Chaos Pirates. At that mont, it would be difficult for the Light Slaves to ensure your safety."
"You’re right,"
Ramses nodded.
Although he wants to personally witness the beautiful transition of Lin Lan from defiance to despair and regret, Ark Kingdom still possesses an air chariot comparable to a battleship at sea, and who knows what the king might do when pushed to the brink.
Despite understanding the situation, Ramses still showed a reluctant expression.
Because Fog Strait is indeed too boring.
Oh well, at least dozens of Silver Level female slaves can entertain him, changing things up daily won’t get dull.
For the grand enterprise of the Golden Kingdom, I’ll just have to endure and be patient!
Surrounded by his servants, the Prince of the Golden Kingdom arrogantly left the hotel and headed to the nearby Seagull Port.
Although today was the scheduled day to go to the administrative building, Ramses decisively gave up the opportunity to negotiate with Lord Lin Lan.
At this point, there’s no need to discuss anything further. Ramses doesn’t believe a small country can make waves under the Alliance Legion’s artillery.
On the way, all the civilians were in a hurry, and even the children who used to laugh and play by the roadside were nowhere to be seen.
A bunch of ignorant and lowly people, laugh! Why aren’t you laughing?
Thinking about how they’ll struggle in hunger brings Ramses deep satisfaction.
If it weren’t for the damned prohibition in Ark Kingdom, he would have bought a whole street’s worth of sparkling wine to celebrate fiercely.
At that mont, the sky suddenly beca much brighter, and people instinctively looked up.
Another brilliant waterfall of sunlight cascaded down from the sky!
This was already the third sunlight waterfall today, and the reassuring glow seed to dispel the gloom in people’s hearts, the icy winter winds replaced by warm and pleasant spring breezes.
Green shoots had already sprouted in every corner of Seagull City.
People once again imrsed themselves in their duties, blacksmiths sweating as light flas danced in the forge.
Bag after bag of grain and biscuits were loaded onto carriages and sleek, beautiful vehicles, sent to the Eastern and Northern Borders of the island.
The school buildings echoed with children’s recitations, workers put all their strength into constructing foundations and connecting pipes to tall buildings according to the blueprints.
The people had not yet given up hope for the future.
Ramses was displeased to see there were no imagined expressions of panic, and he snorted coldly.
"Hmph, re struggles before death. The great Golden Kingdom will eventually make you return all the stolen solar resources."
He restrained his angry expression and boarded the dock: "Let’s go."
Dozens of charming female slaves swayed their alluring waists, walked with captivating steps, their wrist and ankle bells tinkling softly.
They unfurled carpets prepared in advance under the Prince’s feet, lest the filth left by dock workers dirty His Highness’s feet.
Ramses held his head high with pride, this is what royal travel should look like.
He suddenly realized Lin Lan, the country bumpkin, never once enjoyed the beautiful treatnt exclusive to kings, even after driving back the Celestial Calamity’s prototype by sheer luck, Seagull City hadn’t hosted a large celebration banquet either!
Along with the ridiculous prohibition, it’s said the only delicacy King Lin Lan has tasted is Roro Fish, sothing Ramses had long tired of.
Ha, how foolish, being a king yet unable to enjoy. He hopes that when he falls, chased and beaten as a pirate, he won’t regret missing the opportunities.
With the posture of a victor, Prince Ramses gracefully and leisurely stepped onto the luxurious ship, refined in details, and a work of art in form.
Amidst the laughter of female slaves, the royal family of Angsak departed from Ark’s coast.
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