"Have all the foreign tribes been dealt with?" In a lavishly scaled floating ship dock in the royal palace, equipped with advanced magic technology, the former King Belradin, who had abdicated and relinquished all his duties, looked towards Muria standing beside him and asked casually.
"Yes, they've been handled." Muria was about to explain his "friendly" negotiation process, but to his surprise, the king who had worked for a lifetime extended his hand to block Muria's face, "I don't want to hear it, now these are no longer my concerns. I only want to spend the rest of my life with my daughter."
"Don't you really want to know?" Muria looked at the floating ship fleet, which was already staffed with guards, servants, chefs, and others. His expression was somewhat subtle. This wasn't a fleet that could be prepared in a day or two. He guessed that the king must have started preparations on the day he appeared, ready to set off as soon as the power handoff was completed.
