The Elf arranged everything, just waiting for the plantation to be established to complete the task.
After returning from the Moon Slayer Native Holy Tribe, Liszt had basically relaxed his guard. When he rode the Formless Dragon around to patrol, he no longer deliberately hid his presence.
So far, Flame Island had not yet built a dock.
All the knights, craftsmen, serfs, and magicians who came could not leave due to their lack of capability. After all, the Great Whirlpool Magic Teleportation Matrix was a one-way teleportation array, and the fleet of Durt Red Apricot previously ran aground at the mouth of Whirlpool River, unable to return without resupply.
Thus, this large island hardly had any means of communication with the outside world, except for a strictly audited Magic Platform.
Not even trade with the nearby Tulip Archipelago was possible.
