On the Tree Platform, fast sailing ships were docking one after another. The Hazel people's artisan engineers were working feverishly to perform the final modifications on these airships.
Several White Lion Knights were selecting volunteers, but there were so many that they had clogged the emergency passage leading from the lower levels to the upper ones. The young and brave Tonigellian sailors were loudly arguing against the officers' absurd conclusion. When all was said and done—why weren't they being chosen?
"You're too young."
"Sir, I only look young."
"Young man, we're only recruiting soldiers here."
"No, no, no, I'm a soldier too! I used to be a cavalryman in the Southern Territory Legion. Look at the scars on my arm. I got these during the First Black Rose War. What, are you Tonigellians looking down on people?"
The young Hazel artisan watched these shouting Eluin people, shook his head, and returned to his post.
The first mate and boatswain stood beside the refined-looking boy with troubled expressions. The young man glanced at the two of them before speaking. "I've explained how this anchoring device works to you more than once. Its core component is this Spatial Anchor. It creates an anchoring effect through a Thirteen-Ring Spell, and it can disrupt teleportation. Do you know what a Thirteen-Ring Spell is?"
"Understood, understood." The two men nodded repeatedly.
The young artisan gave them a suspicious look. "If that's the case, you shouldn't be omitting steps from the procedure on your own. Whether it's magic or Magitech, it's a serious matter. If we lose a ship ahead of time because of your faulty operation, do you know how serious that would be?"
"Yes, yes." The two men replied, drenched in sweat.
"Do you really understand?" The young artisan raised his delicate brows.
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