A Fluke. "Lord Hebrew, may we depart?" A Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster came before Hebrew, bowed, and asked with utmost respect.
"We may."
After receiving a clear answer, the Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster straightened, turned, and walked toward the control room.
"Wait."
Hearing this, the Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster stopped, turned back, and awaited orders.
"Are you planning to sail straight for the destination, or take a detour?" Hebrew raised a hand and used magic to condense a map of the waters around First Teleportation Array Island. After drawing a route on it, he asked the Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster.
"A direct course." The Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster did not quite understand this man's way of thinking. Suppressing the fluctuations in his emotions, he answered honestly.
"Master Cooks, I think we could detour north first, then head south from the north toward our destination. How about it?"
Hearing this, the Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster took a deep breath and replied, "I will follow your orders."
"Then I'll trouble you."
"It is my duty."
After saying that, the Low-tier Soul Intent Spellcaster quickened his pace toward the control room, lest this man come up with some other peculiar idea—such as making the Floating Battleship fly backward.
The deputy commander of the Ice Bear Knights at the side stepped forward and mustered his courage to ask, "commander, why are you taking a detour?"
"My intuition." Hebrew turned to look at his deputy commander and did not hide it. "I feel there's something fishy here, so I thought we might circle around. Maybe we'll uncover some truth."
"Uh!"
Faced with that reason, the deputy commander of the Ice Bear Knights was momentarily at a loss for words, but as long as his commander was happy, that was fine.
Three kilometer-class Floating Battleships left