The cold wind still howled across the icefield.
Yet the aura of death carried within it was gradually fading.
In its place came a sense of vitality, the feeling of having survived a calamity.
Standing atop a temporarily erected ice barricade platform, Zong Shen finished laying out the subsequent military, personnel, and diplomatic arrangements for the Vigia Kingdom.
Yarogluk Grace.
Once the mighty ruler of the Northern Frontier, he was nominally still the one in charge of the Vigia Kingdom, but in truth had become little more than a vassal.
Under the compulsory restraints of the Loyalty system and Zong Shen's orderly arrangements, he could only swallow all his resentment and bitterness.
He lowered his proud head before Zong Shen, mechanically acknowledging each command.
After everything had been arranged.
Zong Shen watched as Yarogluk, surrounded by guards, climbed heavily into the sleigh bearing a lion emblem.
Then, accompanied by three thousand cavalry, he slowly vanished into the snow mist rising at the end of the frozen plains, like a funeral procession.
Zong Shen slowly exhaled a breath of white mist.
"Fiolock, Sais, I'll leave the subsequent integration and cleanup here to you."
Zong Shen did not turn around, merely issuing the command in a calm voice.
"Proceed according to the established plan. If you encounter enemies you cannot decide how to handle or cannot resist, contact me through the spiritual network immediately."
"We shall obey your will, my king!"
The Golden Lion Knight and the Wasteland King bowed at the same time, their voices exceptionally firm.
Zong Shen nodded slightly.
Though his body did not move, his consciousness had already sunk into his storage space.
Within the Storage Grids that had expanded to near infinity.
Items were sorted into categories, their radiance flowing.
His thoughts swept past rows upon rows