The Assault Transport crossed the skies above Rome and, after a brief landing and takeoff, set off again toward the Alban Mountains southeast of the city. The Italian Air Force, which should have detected the City of Immortals' Assault Transport in time, made no move at all. On one hand, the City of Immortals' electronic warfare had been highly effective; on the other, there was the effect of a financial offensive. The Assault Transport had no need to worry about air-defense radar detecting its flight path.
Although Salomon had worked in Rome's underground city for a long time, he had never visited Lake Albano to admire the scenery. Thus, as the Assault Transport was about to fly over Lake Albano, he specifically had the pilot slow down and descend. He opened the ramp door and, accompanied by Hammurabi, stood at the cabin entrance looking down at the volcanic lake, which covered only five square kilometers.
"To be honest, it's somewhat different from the photos in the travel guides." Salomon shook his head, a little embarrassed by his own behavior. The water drew closer and closer until the aircraft's airflow disturbed its surface. Salomon ordered the pilot to climb again, avoiding the residents of the town of Gondorff Castle on Mount Albano seeing this strange-looking Assault Transport.
The pilot received a radio transmission. After verifying the other party's identity, the control tower guided the Assault Transport toward Gondorff Castle and directed it to land in a designated location—a castle complex covering roughly seventy hectares, far larger than Vatican City. However, the pilot refused to park the Assault Transport in the tourist parking lot, considering it an insult to the monarch. After consulting the Praetorian Guard beside the monarch, the pilot drove the Assault Transport directly into the garden behind the Apostolic