"My lord, something has happened!"
In Romon's office, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside. Then someone pushed open the door, rushed into Romon's office, and shouted.
"A message just came from the Mage Tower. A ship is heading this way! According to the Mage Tower's observations and detection, there are quite a few high-level professionals aboard! At least one Fifteenth Level mage's power fluctuation, as well as three Eleventh Level Druids! They definitely have ill intentions!"
"I already know." When Nick entered, Romon was standing by the window. His answer was remarkably calm, as relaxed as if this were nothing more than an exercise—or as if he did not consider it a serious matter at all.
In truth, his heart was far from calm.
Thanks to the tip from that so-called mysterious organization, Romon had received the news long ago.
He even knew their route.
For the Shavigo Kingdom to dispatch such a large force just to capture him was truly beyond his expectations. It seemed that this time, they were determined to succeed at all costs!
A naval force was stationed at Far-Sail Port. If they confronted the enemy openly, they could at least hold them off for a while.
But sixty percent of the main naval force had been sent out to help Prince Xiusenya complete his mission, and Tatshaw Territory's naval strength was somewhat lacking at the moment.
Besides, with a Fifteenth Level mage among them, the fleet's strength would not be enough.
Although Romon was a Fourteenth Level Druid, the enemy had also sent many high-level professionals. That Fifteenth Level mage and those Druids had already offset his advantage.
These Druids were probably the aftermath of his previous refusal of the Druid Guild.
Thinking of this, Romon took a deep breath, then turned to