"What a useless showpiece." Yang Bo looked again at the two flight plans Jose had provided. The armed spaceships did not even have enough lifeboats, and many of them had gone years without maintenance.
Though these things theoretically would not fail, who knew whether they had even worked when they were installed?
Equipment that came standard on Alliance ships was not standard on the armed spaceships of Kalaya Province's Garrison Fleet.
Of course, the money Yang Bo had put up only met the bare minimum standard for a long voyage.
But that was enough. As long as they could get the ship out, whether it could come back was another matter.
While on patrol, ships continuously released communications relays of their own, especially in places like the Federation, where infrastructure was far from complete.
Even in the Alliance, ships released small communications relays whenever they entered areas outside established routes. On the one hand, they served as contact relays.
On the other hand, they helped the navigation system determine its position.
In the three-dimensional emptiness of space, most of the time, ships needed such detectors to establish their location.
Xiaoyao Manor was the same way. There was no time to deal with such matters for now. Once he got his hands on the warship, he would settle everything at once—install Slave Chips in all of them, and anyone unwilling could get lost.
Then Yang Bo used Space Movement to arrive directly in Reykjavik in the Second World, appearing as Prince Holden.
When the servants and knights of Prince Holden's manor saw His Highness moving about on the castle roof again, rumors began circulating among them that His Highness was a mysterious scholar.
The highest part of the castle was stiflingly hot, and being so high up made things like fetching