Antitina's eyelids reflected a wash of silver light. She silently withdrew her gaze from beyond Valhalla's tree window. Tania smiled faintly at her and passed Brando's image in her hand back through the connection.
Beyond the forest sea, sails wove together like clouds—
"My lord, you need to provide more anchor points."
When Adviser Miss's gentle voice came through the image in the communication spell, Brando paused slightly. He raised his head and exchanged a glance with Charles, who had walked up beside him. "What are the Buga people trying to do?" "I don't know, my lord, but I'm afraid this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision." "I was wondering why those old fossils were being so agreeable this time. I thought my Negotiation skill had leveled up again." Brando clicked his tongue subconsciously.
"Negotiation skill level?"
"You can think of it as the level of one's art of negotiation."
"Wizards never make a losing deal. That's a saying bards along the Silver Bay coast always have on their lips. Besides, my lord, your art of negotiation..." Charles shrugged and smiled faintly.
"Yes, that was all because certain people who called themselves wizards around me gave me the illusion that they had grown stupid in this age. As it turns out, that was merely an isolated case." Brando answered flatly, "Can you do it?"
"It'll take some time, but we need to know exactly how many anchor points the Buga people require." The young wizard licked his lips, dried by the wind. "Are they planning to teleport a main fleet over?"
"A main fleet?"
It wasn't quite that bad.
Brando gently shook his head.
Beneath the air harbor.
As the fleeing nobles fell silent, control of the situation gradually shifted to the Rune Port harbor officials. A potbellied fat man