Duke stood by the sea, watching the waters ahead regain their calm, while pondering another issue in his heart.
It has always been the Sea Race that sought him, but he had no means of contacting them himself.
"Next time I encounter someone from the Sea Race, I must inquire about it; otherwise, it's too passive to reap the benefits," Duke mused.
Currently, he could only wait passively for the Sea Race to seek him out, unable to take the initiative in contacting them.
However, Duke didn't plan to exploit the Sea Race recklessly. If he provoked them, there would be nothing to gain in the future. Sustainable development was necessary.
...
A few days after the moonlit interlude, Duke received a notice from the Black Sail office on Green Grass Island to settle the final contributions for the long-term eradication mission.
The office was a building constructed from solid obsidian and magical timber, bustling with people inside. Many wizards were queuing to settle or hand over tasks.
