The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The official dared not delay and continued speaking rapidly.

"That man is named Kedson, the chairman of the Golden Seagull Chamber of Commerce of the Aus Empire. The cargo ship, Traveler, he was aboard was swept into a storm while crossing the Vast Ocean..."

"According to Captain Kedson himself, he lost consciousness in the storm and was then washed ashore on... a mysterious land."

"Mysterious land?" Catching the key information in this sentence, Caesar Colin's gaze fell upon the official's face, with a sharp glint in his eyes.

The official instinctively held his breath and continued in a solemn tone.

"Yes... and moreover, he claims that there are Lizardman settlements, temples worshiping the Dragon God, and a kingdom composed of the Dragon God's descendants — this kingdom is called the Gutaf United Kingdom. The locals refer to their continent as 'Gana,' meaning the land where the Giant Dragons reside... It seems to be the legendary place where the Dragon God and His people dwell!"

Temples worshiping the Dragon God.

Lizardman settlements...

The Gutaf United Kingdom?

An expression of disbelief flashed across Caesar's imposing face, and his eyes grew more intrigued.

"Old Goliath actually guessed right..."

This massive tsunami sweeping across the Vast Ocean is indeed related to the Dragon God and its people!

Just not sure if it was intentional or accidental.

"Luoyan Congressman... can you confirm if what his servant says is true?" Caesar inquired in a deep voice, his mind racing with thoughts.

The official hesitated for a moment and then answered truthfully.

"This... we cannot be one hundred percent sure, including Mr. Luoyan himself. He is still communicating with his servant. However, according to the intelligence from his servant, the relationship between the local Lizardmen and the Empire seems to be tense, with conflicts of various sizes erupting continuously."

Great!

Caesar's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of joy welled up inside him.

However, his good mood lasted no more than two seconds as the official's next words plunged him back into despair.

The temperature in the room also dropped slightly.

"Their conflict is not just over faith but also involves territorial disputes... According to Captain Kedson's description, there is already an Aus Empire colonial outpost on that land. The nearest colonial port to him is called 'Withered Wood Port,' belonging to an Imperial Baron."

"Although it is unclear how the Imperial colonizers set foot on this land that doesn't appear on maps, their flag indeed flies there..."

"They... seem to have gotten there first."

...

"We're here, this is Withered Wood Port."

Gana Continent, Northern Coast, the serene sea breeze licked the beach, and the scorching sun appeared as if eager to reclaim the warmth of the past seven days.

Facing the desolate beach, Kedson was stunned for a long time until the pretentious voice drifted into his ears, rousing him from his confusion.

At this moment, he finally truly understood what Ticky meant by "a mess."

Broken trees lay scattered across the beach in all directions, and the remains of a giant ship hull and mast could be vaguely seen.

Everywhere were massive trenches left by the pounding waves, wet sand piled between the chaotic rocks, showing not a trace of cultivation... nor any dock, not even a small one for fishing boats.

In a word, it was a mess.

Aside from the Imperial flag barely fluttering on the beach and the rudimentary fortress standing on a nearby hill, he could hardly tell there had ever been a port here.

No wonder.

They had stayed on the mountain for seven days and searched the area extensively, yet had seen no signs of human activity.

First Mate Ai Wen's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he forced a bitter smile.

"At least... there's food."

He had fantasized about finding a shelter from the rain and a warm bed, but now it seemed... this place was even worse than the camp they had previously built.

The storm had taken everything away.

Unfortunately, they would have to start from scratch.

"...That's right, cheer up, lads, at least there's no shortage of food, and we won't let you work empty-handed. As for everything else, I believe your hands will make it not a problem either."

Ticky stood next to Kedson, hands behind his back, slowly scanning the devastated coast, sighing as he spoke.

"It's really terrifying... Thankfully we moved to the mountain, otherwise not only the houses would have been blown away."

Kedson swallowed hard and said.

"What about the others?"

"You mean my servants? Of course, they're still on the mountain; there's nothing here. How could I let them come down now."

Looking at Kedson with eyes like looking at an idiot, Ticky continued confidently.

"Imperial food isn't free, and since you're fed, you should start working... If you want to eat this well tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Kedson nearly spat out blood in rage.

Good heavens.

They're being used as laborers!

"For Saint Sis's sake, at least let us live with you guys? What if those Lizardmen from the forest come out to attack?" First Mate Ai Wen was anxious, taking a step forward, arguing with Ticky, "You promised to provide us protection—"