Three days later, a two-hundred-meter-long Floating Ship appeared above Kixilin Main Camp. Towed by three Griffin Knights, it slowly descended onto Berth No. 127.
On the deck, the Twelfth Legion Marshal gazed over the entire camp, unable to suppress the envy rising within him.
Compared to Kixilin Main Camp, his own legion's barracks were exceedingly shabby.
Clack—
A crisp sound rang out as the gangway connected with the Floating Ship.
Mafarna withdrew his gaze and symbolically dusted off his cloak before leading his guard toward the harbor base.
Outside Berth No. 127, Pragorn Mumius, deputy marshal of the Ninth Legion, watched Mafarna descend from the Floating Ship and stepped forward to greet him.
Along Stone Slab Avenue, three hundred Inquisitor Knights stood fully armed, longswords hanging at their waists and solemn expressions on their faces, serving as the Honor Guard.
"Marshal Mafarna, on behalf of the Ninth Legion, I welcome your arrival."
"Speaker Pragorn, it has been a long time."
After briefly exchanging pleasantries, the two walked side by side toward the exit of the berth.
When Mafarna reached Stone Slab Avenue, a High-Gold Inquisitor Knight drew the Knight Longsword at his waist and loudly ordered, "Salute Marshal Mafarna!"
At the command, the three hundred Inquisitor Knights drew their longswords, raised the tips upward, held them before their chests, and turned their heads in unison to watch Mafarna.
Accompanied by Pragorn, Mafarna began reviewing the Inquisitor Knights.
Once the review was complete, the two headed toward the Carriage parked eight hundred meters away.
Before the Carriage, a High-Silver Inquisitor Knight opened the door, then stepped aside and bowed his head respectfully.
Standing before the Carriage, Pragorn made an inviting gesture and said with a smile, "Marshal Mafarna, please."
Seeing this, Mafarna smiled in reply. "Marshal Pragorn, since you insist, then