At this moment, the Forest Kingdom, having broken free of its shackles, had begun expanding once more—slowly yet steadfastly, impossible to stop—gradually spreading from the heartland of the White State toward the entirety of the White State.
If they wanted to escape from here, then their first choice would undoubtedly be the frontline base where the Federation had now amassed heavy troops and great power. But the key was... what could they do after going to the frontline base?
Continue being cannon fodder and expendable supplies?
From the Security Bureau's perspective, nowhere could compare to the frontline base, but the problem was... Ji Jue wasn't the Security Bureau. All that could be said was that, despite all their calculations, the pursuers had ultimately failed to account for just how much Ji Jue trusted the Federation—of course, from an animal's perspective, Ji Jue trusted the Federation beyond all doubt. After all, there was no goddamned thing they wouldn't do.
Taking on outsourced jobs for a little humiliating cash in peacetime was one thing, but now that the White State had turned into this shitshow, running straight for the frontline base meant he probably had a hole in his brain.
At a time like this, the Artisan's earth-shattering wisdom told him that if he didn't plan to embroider the Night Embroidered Black Flag overnight and joyfully welcome the Great Fiend, then his only option was to pass through the entire Forest Kingdom along its outskirts and head toward the Red Federation.
The Red Federation was great!
Business partners were everywhere, and even the Homecoming Knights had their own branch there. In the White State, he could only be an arms dealer, but in the Red Federation, he at least counted as a local unaffiliated Priest. No matter what, he wouldn't have to