Pillar of Yita

”So the King of Sand is still investigating the mastermind behind that attack.”

”But if that’s the case, why is he confining his eldest daughter?”

”That’s the part I don’t understand either.”

”Perhaps he simply doesn’t want his daughter to get involved, who knows.”

”But there’s no need for such extreme measures; he directly confined Princess Rupert to the palace. Is it really going to stop the Grand Princess’s determination? Could the King of Sand, Barbaltan, know his daughter’s character less than outsiders?”

”So does Lord Captain think he did it intentionally?”

”Perhaps, or there might be other reasons...”

The conversation between the two proceeded leisurely.

The soft sunlight was streaming through crystal-like glass.

It was like a layer of dreamlike glow, falling on one side of Hilveld’s face, making Miss Ship’s Officer appear somewhat exceptionally sacred.

And she just quietly listened to Fang Hong finish speaking, then gently smiled.

But the conversation between the two about the King of Sand and the Grand Princess ended there.

In essence, Fang Hong just needed a reason—since the confrontation between the King of Sand and the Grand Princess hasn’t escalated to a political level, standing on either side wouldn’t violate the ”Stargate Declaration.” Of course, he had an agreement with the Grand Princess, so he would prioritize fulfilling the promise—

Finish building the ship smoothly and embark on a new journey.

With Miss Ship’s Officer’s intelligence, she naturally understood this.

The two didn’t need to communicate; with just a glance, they had already understood each other’s meaning through their eyes.

”Then about the Elf Relic...”

Compared to the family matters of the Royal House of Penelope, the noble lady was more concerned about that notebook.

Because of the Bridge of Heaven, it was also the pursuit of her father.

”What does Hilveld think?”

”I don’t know much. My father just thinks they’re related to the Bridge of Heaven...”

”But what exactly is the secret behind the Holy Relic?” Fang Hong couldn’t help but mutter to himself. The words Ye Hua last told him were somewhat ambiguous—but it wasn’t to intentionally hide from him.

It’s just that the Southern Region Alliance might still not be clear about the internal details either—the other side deduced this point from some sporadic clues they got from the Ten Grand Guilds.

”The Ten Grand Guilds are all actively involved in investigating everything related to the last war.”

”The last war?”

”The Aithelin Disaster.”

He recalled the conversation between them,

but he couldn’t connect the secret of the Holy Relic to it.

Fortunately, he was even closer to the answer than the Southern Alliance because that notebook was actually in their hands.

But of course, he couldn’t hand over the notebook, not because of anything else, just because the notebook itself was temporarily kept with them by the Princess. He wasn’t the owner of the notebook, so he had no right to decide.

However, he once again thought of his uncle’s notebook.

Why was there such a notebook on Earth too?

As Fang Hong was wondering, he suddenly heard Hilveld ask, ”When does Lord Captain plan to set off?”

Then he remembered that he had another matter to attend to—

Going to Bain.

”As soon as possible.”

Fang Hong replied blandly.

And the time for this ”as soon as possible” was set for two days later.

In fact, in the past few days, magic communications began to gradually recover but remained unstable, intermittently cutting off. More messages were coming from the Dawood Ship—including the location of their fall, the situation they faced, etc. The resurrected people of the Shield of Lufu had contacted rescue before, but the conditions were still very primitive.

After all, the resurrected person was in a small village, where the locals couldn’t muster a decent team.

Finally, Count Nulman also heard the news and organized a rescue team from the nearest Antuo, with both parties agreeing to escort Affia to Quistack—Luo Hao and others would naturally follow—but that’s nothing, as no one would pursue it once the Bain matter concluded.

After this rare sandstorm, everything seemed to be returning to the right track.

The community was also beginning to recover.

Although connections occasionally dropped, posts were already as abundant as snowflakes—even like a retaliatory posting spree after a long period of silence, the vast amount of information flooded in like a torrent, all discussing this ”great disconnection” with vigor.

Various conspiracy theories were rampant, filling the community. The official still couldn’t provide a reasonable explanation—the Stargate remained closed, and almost everyone was asking—what exactly happened in the past half month.

Not to mention, many tourists had been stranded in Eteliria for four months, enough to cause panic.

But the other side of Earth still couldn’t be contacted.

Fang Hong tried to contact Su Changfeng, unexpectedly finding him in Eteliria.

The communication situation there was dire; in fact, magical communications elsewhere these days weren’t much better, filled with severe interference—their contact with the Dawood Ship was completed under conditions of guesswork, with severely distorted voices making it nearly impossible to convey precise meanings.

Facing Fang Hong’s question, Su Changfeng’s distorted voice only laughed, ”A piece of good news, a piece of bad-good news. You’ll probably see the good news after a while, as for the bad news, let’s talk about it after you cooperate with us to a certain extent.”

Listening to the static interference, Fang Hong couldn’t help but feel speechless, as if it was no different from not speaking at all? But he also understood that the other side had already been as kind as could be by telling him this much; Stargate Port was definitely preparing a big event—undoubtedly, this plan must be strictly confidential for the time being.