Seafaring technology was no longer what it had been when Liszt first arrived in this world. After making his fortune, he had vigorously developed shipbuilding technology, and under the direction of the creative mage Inut Zhenli, hybrid-powered sailing ships had successfully replaced square-rigged vessels.
Thus, a voyage that had once taken seven or eight days to reach Mind Island now took only five days, arriving safely.
With specially developed seasickness medicine and medical arcanists accompanying the ships—mages specializing in healing—almost none of the migrating serfs lost their lives at sea.
They had undergone a novel experience of sailing across the ocean.
From afar, they could see Mind Castle rising from Mind Island. It was a towering castle predominantly white, with Flame banners fluttering in the wind.
The castle had few distinctive features. Because Mind Island was so small, it appeared more slender and elongated, like a Mage Tower. Of course, it did indeed serve as a tower—the Mind Castle was also Mind Island's only lighthouse, its crystal lamp at the summit shining day and night.
Guiding every vessel on the sea.
"Everyone, form up! Women and children disembark first! Follow the knights leading you, and don't get separated! Mind Island is heavily guarded—anyone who wanders off will be shot dead by the patrols!" The knights aboard the ship shouted as they directed over a thousand people to disembark slowly and orderly.
"You snagged my bundle!"
"My shoe fell off."
"Don't shove me!"
"What a lively place."
"Is this where we'll be living?"
"It's a magic gate! That's the magic gate! I heard the captain mention it—the Mind Island magic gate!"
"I heard about it too. Passing through the magic gate takes you to the Flame Kingdom, a great kingdom with no hunger and no mercenaries."
The little boy clutched his