When Hao Ren left Doudou Planet, he had left the Erem Elves a dedicated communication channel so they could contact him in emergencies. Obviously, such an important external communication line had someone standing watch around the clock. The moment Hao Ren bellowed into his communicator, he heard a clatter from the other end, as though he had startled whichever elf was on duty. Then a slightly nervous voice came through: "Erem Central Communications Tower here. Confirming your identification signal... Ah, is that the High Lord?"
Hao Ren froze for a moment before realizing that "High Lord" referred to him. Considering the amount of land he had rented to the elves, High Lord was essentially the ultimate evolution of Landlord.
Hao Ren acknowledged him and asked the other side to notify Hilda and Vym of his arrival. Not long afterward, he saw several tiny points of light appear in space. They were ships sent by the Erem Elves to welcome him. Most of them were heirloom antiques brought over from the old Erem Archipelago. The elves clearly had yet to restart all their basic industries; at the very least, they had not managed to build any new ships. However, two newer models of a completely different style were mixed in among the antique vessels. They should have been the support supplies that Fleet 883 had left for the Erem Elves as agreed. Judging from their models, they were low-tech ships restricted to use within a star system.
A triangular Erem ship approached the Giant Turtle Rock Platform. Vym's face appeared above the communicator in front of Hao Ren. The young Elf Prince still looked handsome enough to have been edited in Photoshop, and he wore a brilliant smile. "Landlord, what brings you here?"
"Lead the way. I'll explain after I see