The meeting ended.
The meeting had lasted the entire morning. Through it, Roland had gained a deeper understanding of every aspect of the territory.
After James and the other four left, Roland remained leaning against the back of his chair, lost in thought for a long time.
He was still considering the second suggestion James had just raised: war.
Although he opposed it, believing that war should not be started lightly unless absolutely necessary.
But there was now a problem before him that he could not avoid: territory.
Although his profits were considerable and he could drive the rapid development of the entire territory through his own efforts, Rising Light Island was only a little over ten square kilometers. Its area was simply too small.
This had severely restricted the growth of his strength. Seeking a larger territory was already something Roland had to face.
But Roland was not the only one lacking territory. Even the Black Knight Pirates, one of the two overlords of the Azure Sea Region, would never think they had too much land.
So, if he wanted more territory, he could only obtain it through war. This was a path Roland had no choice but to take, and it was also the fate of every force surviving in the Sea of Ten Thousand Islands.
At that thought, Roland's expression changed from its previous resistance to sudden determination. A faint trace of killing intent emerged in the depths of his eyes.
Less than three days after the year-end meeting ended, Rising Light Island welcomed the annual Dawn Day.
Because of the Church of Dawn's immense power, faith in the Lord of Dawn had spread through nearly all human territories on the Saint Nor Continent. Thus, on Dawn Day, countless humans would voluntarily hold grand events to praise