The arrival of supplies from the Divine Spear Bureau sent all of Krakoa Island into an uproar, because it meant not only a better life, but also that they had finally been recognized. They had finally taken their first step into the international community.
But what came with that improvement were even greater challenges. Zheng Xian looked at the docks under construction, shook his head, and said, "This is enough as a trade port. But if it's meant to serve as a country's only harbor, for both military and civilian trade, I'm afraid it's far from sufficient."
How could Charles not know that? He said, "At this stage, we don't have any plans to build an army yet. The scale and level of our trade shouldn't be enough to invite an attack either, so for now we can only take things one step at a time."
Zheng Xian did not say much more and followed the Mutants to the Central Royal Court. Still, along the way, Krakoa's beautiful scenery moved him somewhat. This place truly did resemble a utopia.
"I like your slogan very much," Weather Witch said. "Never give up on a single Mutant. It sounds very good."
Her English carried a slight Eastern accent, and she spoke very slowly, giving her voice a unique charm. Charles smiled and said, "Erik came up with it. He's an idealist. Now, he isn't far from realizing his dream."
"I hope so," Weather Witch said. "If you succeed, the Mutants suffering oppression in other countries will also have a home."
After they arrived at the Central Royal Court, they talked about many things. Beyond future cooperation, there was Krakoa itself. However, Schiller and the others did not take part in this conversation. On one hand, they were outsiders. On the other, the