Over the following days, Romon visited several ancient palaces and Mage Towers. He especially collected a batch of plant seeds, including cocoa beans. Using his status, he even entered the Arcane Academy within the Royal Capital and had people copy a number of books that could be copied. He even acquired a Frost Tiger.
Three days passed quickly, and Romon bade farewell to the Royal Capital.
He had arrived aboard the Wild Lake, a warship of the Fifth Fleet. There were basically no new ships in the Fifth Fleet; they were all old vessels. However, they were well maintained. This warship could hold a hundred soldiers and, for added security, was even equipped with crossbows.
Given a little more time, the ship could even be assigned Druids. By then, its combat strength would increase greatly.
The warship was now quietly sailing along a fixed coastal route. The route was very safe, and the journey had been peaceful all the way until night fell.
Candles had been lit in the ship's first-class cabin. In the somewhat dim candlelight, Romon held a book in his hand, yet he was not reading it. He merely sat there, lost in thought.
After a long while, he sighed. "It truly is different now!"
The Elves had produced a True God. This was a momentous event that shook the entire world.
Whether it was a test or recognition, humanity would inevitably fight the Elves. Romon believed that if Prince Xiusenya could receive the news, then other powers would certainly receive it as well.
Matters like this had always been carried out with thunderous speed. Perhaps a Divine Oracle had descended that very day.
Perhaps the timing was not yet fully ripe, but the preparations had surely already begun.
Yet Romon had waited for three days, and