The vast sea stretched endlessly.
Ahead, a small island shone under the sunlight like a brilliant blue gemstone.
"Captain, up ahead is the Sapphire Island. Our labor on this ship is seriously insufficient this time, so the mining efficiency might be very low," Howell said. He didn't know why they were suddenly mining at this moment and repeatedly warned, "Also, our fleet has too many ships, and the target is too large. I'm afraid the Skeleton Guild is already watching us."
"No need to worry, Howell."
Meng Qingyu happened to pass by, patted Howell on the shoulder, and said confidently, "The king's people will have a way."
The king?
Howell found the title strange. He looked out the window at Fang Heng standing by the deck, feeling very odd inside.
Mining?
Backbreaking labor.
What other way could there be? Could he somehow conjure a group of laborers?
Soon, the fleet landed along the shore of the Sapphire Island, set up a temporary camp by the sea, and entered the island.
