That is impossible, the Holy Temple will never take sides, no matter what, the Great Priest would not act so hastily.
And it was at this moment that the bells on the White Lighthouse rang again, the sound of the bronze bell making the surrounding ground tremble, with sand and stones shaking, echoing tens of miles away, audible even in half the city. The bell announced the arrival of a ship, and Wood and Ican raised their heads to see a sailboat with three large sails docking at the port.
"It's the ship returning from Lubick," Ican recognized it immediately after seeing the flag on the ship.
"The storm is about to block the southern sea route this season; this should be the last ship returning from Lubick this month. It's somewhat late, and those who sail the seas year-round are recklessly risking their lives," Wood glanced at the ship and couldn't help but sigh.
"People are blinded by money; while wealth is important, life is nonetheless more precious," Ican also shook his head.
