At dawn, Hook Point wore a thin veil of sea fog.
After a series of upheavals, Rowan prepared to set sail for Morris Town.
Once Rowan had settled on the overall strategy for stabilizing the family's trade network, he left all the remaining measures entirely in the hands of Terry, the old butler.
Now, the only way to bring the Norwington Family back from the brink was to build a fleet capable of protecting its shipping routes.
That made returning to Morris Town to forge iron Rowan's only chance of turning things around.
Fortunately, this time Rowan had Jaina's help-the only person in this age of magic who had mastered electric welding. With her assistance, his comeback plan would yield twice the results for half the effort.
Jaina boarded early. The morning fog was cold, and she was on her period, so Rowan had told her to wait aboard to keep her from catching a chill.
Before departing, Rowan bought plenty of fresh ingredients, along with live highland black sheep and yaks.
The sailors carried crates packed with food into the hold.
But Byron stopped in the middle of his work. Hearing the commotion, Rowan walked over.
"Talk about a prediction coming true. The Norwington Family really did fall apart just like that. I'd advise you to quit early and come work for me." Lashius was leading soldiers on their routine patrol that day. He was responsible for Kul Tiras's defenses for the entire week.
Byron knew perfectly well what had happened over the past few days. Although the Norwington Family was in desperate straits, for some reason, he still had an inexplicable confidence in his young master.
Quitting had never crossed Byron's mind. He had no great ambitions and no desire to become an officer. Following Young Master Rowan