Sheryl Barker stared wide-eyed, not understanding, but obediently unfolded the map, weighing down its corners with small stones.
"Sir, what's, what's going on? You couldn't still be doubting that I located the wrong place, could you? I can assure you, I definitely didn't misread it, this..."
"Don't talk!"
Greg Jensen waved his hand impatiently to silence her, and immediately focused on the fleeting inspiration, carefully observing the routes on the map.
His two fingers constantly made comparisons on it, sometimes changing direction, sometimes glancing at the ruins before him.
This left Sheryl, standing beside him, utterly perplexed about what he was trying to do.
The next second, Greg Jensen whistled, and the Three-eyed Golden Eagle suddenly descended.
He took the map, and with Sheryl, jumped straight onto the eagle, ascending 30 meters into the sky to look down once more.
"Heh, just as I thought! Exactly what I imagined!"
