Peninsula

"You wouldn't know," Mrs. Foster said, her face beaming with joy. "This Lucky Bracelet your son gave me is truly effective.

After putting on the bracelet, I felt a bit unwell, so I went to see a doctor I know.

Guess what?"

She paused, then exclaimed excitedly, "I'm pregnant!"

Mr. Foster's face was also filled with joy. "I've been married to Irene for over three years, and we've wanted a child, but we haven't succeeded.

Not long after you moved in, we succeeded. You're our family's lucky star."

Alicia snapped back to attention, her gaze shifting from the red string. She returned a gentle smile and said, "It's your kindness that has brought you this reward; we didn't do much to help."

Alicia's words made the couple even happier, their smiles widening. Mr. Foster handed the cod he was holding to Arthur.

Then he said, "I still need to prepare the materials for the God of Wine festival, so I won't bother you any longer."

Alicia nodded.

Then Arthur slowly closed the door. The fish was so large that Arthur had to hold it with both arms to carry it. If he stood it upright, it was almost half his height.

He didn't mind the fishy smell and hugged the large fish tightly as he walked up the stairs, saying happily, "Alicia, what are you planning to do with this fish?"

Alicia ignored Arthur. Her face was tense, and she didn't look very happy.

She turned her head and looked at Shaya, who was diligently working at the workbench.

As if sensing the cold aura emanating from behind him, Shaya raised his eyebrows and turned his head, meeting Alicia's unfriendly gaze.

Her eyes were sharp, making even Shaya feel a bit uncomfortable. He subconsciously avoided her gaze.

Shaya didn't know what he had done to upset her, so he just touched his neck and said, "I don't think her pregnancy has anything to do with me."

Alicia didn't speak. She just turned her head without a word, took the fish from Arthur's hands, and began to prepare it. The bell on the red string made a crisp sound with her movements.

Cassifa witnessed everything. It extended its small fiery hand, crossed its arms, and sighed like a little person.

"A woman's heart is truly more unfathomable than Destiny itself."

But in the next second, a frying pan pressed down on its head, distorting its face.

Shaya shrugged and took the "boots" off the table. "I'm going to try out the flying boots. I might not be back for lunch."

Upon hearing this, Alicia and Arthur both turned their heads and looked at the "boots."

"You're calling these… boots?"

Honestly, compared to boots, Alicia thought they looked more like a flattened pot, like a bucket, with just a place to put your foot in.

"Magic items don't need to be concerned with aesthetics, do they?"

As if also finding the appearance of the boots rather unappealing, Shaya offered a weak defense.

Alicia smiled. She didn't say anything else, just continued cooking.

Shaya shrugged, turned the doorknob to yellow, and placed one of the boots by the door. In reality, only one Thousand Mile Flying Boot was needed.

He slipped one foot into the boot, then took out the Deed he had retrieved from the box earlier and compared it with the map he had bought from the Imperial Capital not long ago.

It was about a hundred kilometers from the Imperial Capital, which was about twenty-something steps.

Shaya turned around with the foot wearing his normal shoe, faced the direction of the peninsula, and then lifted the foot wearing the Thousand Mile Flying Boots and stepped down.

"Whoosh!"

The surrounding scenery flashed by his side, becoming a blur.

The land was gray-green, the sky was gray-blue, and the wind tore at Shaya fiercely, but it was within a tolerable range.

The map measurements of this era were naturally not very accurate, so as expected, he veered off course and flew directly out to sea.

But luckily, Shaya could fly. He floated on the vast ocean and soon spotted the small peninsula mentioned in the Deed, which extended into the sea.

It was surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the connection to the mainland was blocked by a range of mountains. Only on the edge near the sea was there a small path, likely man-made, but it was wide enough for a carriage.

From an outside perspective, this peninsula was completely invisible, giving it a sense of security.

Shaya thought that if he built a fortress here, with sufficient food, it would be no problem to defend it for several months.

He could set up a simple illusion to disguise the only path, or block it off entirely, as he wouldn't be using this path much in the future anyway.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large expanse of flat, open grassland below.

It extended westward to the foot of the mountain range that met the sea. In the middle, there were occasional gently rolling hills, all covered by green grassland, with small groves and tall trees dotted here and there.

He estimated the total area of the peninsula to be about fifty to sixty square kilometers.

The terrain and environment were perfect. Unlike ordinary manors and farms that usually had only one type of terrain.

Here, there was not only vast pastureland but also forests, mountains, and a clear small lake. Furthermore, this land, already situated on the coast, was surrounded by the sea on three sides and boasted a beautiful golden beach.

It was a completely independent small territory.

Speaking of which, typhoons from the Atlantic generally move from south to north, and these mountains do a good job of shielding this peninsula from wind and rain, ensuring its safety.

This place could simultaneously meet the needs of Alicia and Arthur, and Shaya was also very satisfied with the scenery here.

He landed on the peninsula, took off the Thousand Mile Flying Boots, and then his regular shoes. Barefoot, he strolled across the peninsula, feeling the gentle sea breeze and the warmth of spring.

The terrain rose as it neared the mountain range, and at the highest point, at the foot of the mountains, stood a small villa. However, due to the erosion of the sea breeze, the cottage appeared somewhat dilapidated.

Shaya circled the house, confirming its condition. It should still be habitable.

Below the house, a small path led to a calm and beautiful beach dotted with tall palm trees, casting cool shadows on the sand.

This was indeed a nice private beach – safe, tranquil, and undisturbed.

From this spot, he could take in the entire vista of the peninsula.

Going out in the morning, heading east towards the rising sun, descending the mountain towards the vast grasslands; returning in the evening, facing the soft sunset glow on the horizon, climbing back over the mountains, the path ending at the sea and the setting sun.

Nothing could be more wonderful than this.

This must have been a place Moria bought for vacations or retirement, but clearly, he hadn't visited in a long time.