Soran quickly went to the camp.
Once again, Soran had returned to his base, completely designed by him. Soran had a rare sense of pride.
It was not easy for him to have made it this far, from a petty thief in Amber city to a pirate king on the south coast. How much blood he had shed and how many injuries he had suffered along the way. But it was all worth it, especially when he saw the work he had built; a sense of satisfaction emerged in Soran's mind because he firmly believed that if he was given enough time, he could change everything and even affect the fate of the whole world.
On both sides of the broad avenue were rows of brick houses.
Soran watched the new houses with satisfaction, then entered a hidden room in his apartment.
"Your excellency!"
A man, who was hidden in the shadow, knelt on one knee and said respectfully to Soran, "I have done what you ordered."
Soran had a stern expression and replied, "Good."
