Gweniel Arrives

The setting sun painted the sea orange-red, and the waves rolled like burning flames, layer upon layer, magnificent and spectacular.

A fleet of over a hundred ships glided across the surface, leaving striking white trails behind. Flags representing Roland's Third Fleet fluttered from the towering masts, causing every vessel they encountered to steer clear with respectful caution.

At the center of the fleet was naturally a massive four-masted magical warship, like some gigantic beast. The guards aboard were all high-level professionals, the weakest among them Advanced Warriors. Several Saint Domain experts even patrolled the surroundings. Its defenses were so tight that the identity of its passenger was clearly extraordinary.

"Little sister, it's only three more days until Double Gate Island. We're almost there."

Jarvis's doting voice echoed through a luxurious, spacious room.

Sitting opposite him was a woman whose once peerless beauty could still faintly be seen.

At first glance, she appeared to be in her forties or fifties. Strands of white hair were mixed into her black locks, painfully conspicuous, while the corners of her eyes were lined with wrinkles.

Yet upon closer inspection, her face still possessed astonishingly delicate features. Her fair skin, lively bright eyes, and pale cherry lips gave her the air of a young maiden.

It seemed the ruthless passage of time had not broken her. Instead, it had added an air of graceful composure, quiet serenity, and steadiness to her, like a bottle of wine aged for many years, richer in flavor.

This person was undoubtedly Gweniel, who had traveled thousands of miles to find Roland. Her eyes were frighteningly bright, and her face was filled with anticipation.

"Big brother, tell me more stories about Roland."

"Nier, you've already heard them more than ten times," Jarvis said helplessly.

"Brother, I still want to hear