Striding over, Lucas Walker casually wrapped a clean strip of cloth around the wound on his palm. He then continued to trim the small trees he had chopped down using a steel plate.
"This little island is far from the shipping route. Unless your duke sends a search party specifically for us...no ordinary cargo ship will find us," Lucas Walker, looking up at the sky, noted. "There are many heavy weapons on Cecil's island, which is why he could always hold his fortress here. With only ten warships, A Country's stationed troops here are simply no match for him. So...don't get your hopes up, and just help me build this ship well! Perhaps, he is already dead!" he added.
"Nonsense!" Ivana Bennett immediately jumped up, "He can't be dead."
Lucas Walker glanced at her, "Looks like your strength has recovered quite well."
