Raskin's mind was still hazy. Watching his warriors and slaves all flee into the sea, he was filled with rage and began shouting incomprehensibly.
"Shut up."
Hearing the rebuke, Raskin, who had yet to adjust to his new role, flew into a rage. He turned around and was nearly scared to death.
Kyle stared expressionlessly at the merman before kicking him beneath the flagpole.
Looking up, Raskin saw a black-haired human sitting casually on the stone platform. He immediately scrambled up, then knelt on the ground and said in the Common Tongue, "Raskin, Tribal Chief of the Raskin Tribe, greets you, my lord."
Looking at the Low-Gold merman warrior before him, Velin was rather surprised. "How rare. You actually speak the Common Tongue."
"I was once a slave, and..."
"Enough. I have no interest in your story. I came here only to ask you a few questions," Velin said, waving his hand to interrupt him.
Raskin lay prostrate on the ground and respectfully replied, "Please ask, my lord. I will not conceal anything."
"Where is this place?"
"My lord, this is the La Romana Islands, located in the sea between the Sinapsis Subcontinent and the Brazet Subcontinent. From what I learned from my former master, it is eight hundred thousand kilometers from the Sinapsis Subcontinent and seven hundred thousand kilometers from the Brazet Subcontinent," Raskin answered truthfully, not daring to hide anything.
Based on Raskin's answer, Kyle used magic to draw in the air. Given that the straight-line distance between the two subcontinents was 1.2 million kilometers, he established two coordinates as a reference point for the La Romana Islands.
Pointing at the diagram Kyle had drawn, Velin asked the merman lying on the ground, "The La Romana Islands you mentioned are located here?"
Hearing this, Raskin raised his head