Jataur clinked his glass and gulped down the sparkly wine. "Good day, old mate."
The Veyan, the star-like marks on his body sparkling, drank with him. "Good day, good day indeed. For you, for me, for the Kingdom, for the Empire!"
"Hahahaha! Let's drink more!"
It hadn't been long since the Orion squad left but from what they know already, it wouldn't take long for them to construct a 'bridge' to the other side and dispatch a military group.
From the priliminary information, the region they landed was not only safe but also isolated.
It's only a matter of time before they hunted down those Pala Princes and controlled that region. From there, building a military base in that region would be considered accomplished.
The Orion group would profit from such a great accomplishment. They'd have more resources tilted for their development.
The Veyan kingdom would win a huge deal of merit. They'd be prioritized by divine rankers.
