The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

In other regions of the New Continent, it is mostly like this, with the Imperial mainly responsible for exporting war and tax bills to them.

Only these bumpkins who just left the Old Continent feel so good about the Imperial, wishing they could lick the Emperor's boots.

However—

Who is it that has a majority of Imperial citizens here?

His complaints were insignificant, quickly drowned out by a larger wave of sound.

"I heard that the Imperial has a good relationship with the local Baron Ticky here..." a well-informed young immigrant whispered, "Maybe they're really here to aid us!"

The crowd's noisy chatter rose and fell.

Overall, most people were very happy, only the original sailors of the Traveler harbored doubts in their hearts.

People exchanged excited and anticipatory glances, drawing crosses over their chests to thank Saint Sis for extending a helping hand.

Saint Sis above—

You have indeed not forgotten your devout followers!

It wasn't in vain for their prayers these days!

At this moment, Captain Kedson, who had rushed to the top of the lookout tower, gripped the monocular tight, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerating.

A week ago, he knew that General Hamoldon of Saint Yil Castle was coming, but he didn't expect the esteemed General to bring the entire fleet of Saint Yil Castle.

What are they planning to do?!

Kedson's mind raced, taking less than half a minute to find the "correct answer."

No doubt—

This is to back up the esteemed Prince Colin!

To awe the Gutaf United Kingdom behind the Sun Step Mountain Range!

The Imperial General wants those long-tailed reptiles to understand that behind Prince Colin stands an Imperial they dare not provoke!

There's only this one explanation!

Otherwise, he could have just brought a single ship, why bring the whole fleet?!

"Quick! Prepare to welcome the honorable guests!" Kedson shouted excitedly, instructing his men waiting below the ladder, "Go change into clean clothes! No matter what, we must show the best side of Withered Wood Port!"

As the residents excitedly watched, a starkly different atmosphere pervaded the fortress atop the hills near Withered Wood Port.

Baron Ticky, pale-faced, paced nervously in the camp, sweat on his forehead streaming down his temples.

"Why has the Imperial fleet arrived so quickly? What should we do?"

In contrast to Ticky, Lumier appeared much calmer.

He gently patted Ticky's shoulder, speaking calmly.

"Baron, please calm down, I have already informed Prince Colin through special channels, I believe we'll receive a response soon."

Ticky anxiously stared towards the coast, muttering.

"Are you sure, Lumier? This isn't a small matter! If we mess up, we could both lose our heads!"

Lumier faintly smiled, eyes firm and confident: "Rest assured, everything is under the Demon King's control."

Meanwhile, the fleet on the sea slowly approached, heading towards Withered Wood Port like Sea Beasts in formation.

Lurking behind the reefs not far from Withered Wood Port, Tide Clan Lizardmen chasing fish happened to see those warships, their scaly faces simultaneously showing serious expressions.

"They really came..." a Tide Clan Lizardman murmured, exchanging a glance with a nearby companion, then turning to dive into the waves.

They needed to bring the information back to the clan immediately—

Then report to the United Kingdom's Chief Council through the Chieftain!

At the same time, on the flagship's deck, the elegantly dressed General Hamoldon energetically gazed at the distant harbor.

The situation here was beyond his expectations.

When he saw the report from Captain Derek, he thought there was only a small village with no more than a hundred people here.

But now, seeing it, Derek's estimate was conservative.

There were at least five to six hundred people here.

Maybe there were even more people living in places out of sight!

Captain Derek, standing by his side, slowly lowered his telescope, speaking with a trace of incredulity.

"Unbelievable... I was away for less than a month, and this port has changed its appearance again."

"Oh?" General Hamoldon looked back at him, smiling as he asked, "What was it like when you left?"

Derek pondered a moment, then spoke.

"Much more rundown than it is now, and more desolate... the population seemed sparser compared to now."

General Hamoldon didn't find it strange.

First, he hadn't seen Withered Wood Port before, and second, he'd seen ports much more prosperous than this many times over.

Watching Derek frowning and pondering, he smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I went through your report. You mentioned some residents of Withered Wood Port fled to nearby mountains to avoid a tsunami, maybe those people returned."

Is that so?

Derek always felt it wasn't that simple, but couldn't think of a better explanation immediately so just lightly shrugged.

"Perhaps."

Actually, it wasn't that important, nor was it his concern.

They came here seeking cooperation with Prince Colin and to test the strength of the Gutaf United Kingdom, to see if they were worth allying with and how much cost it would take.

Standing not far away, General Hamoldon's Deputy Officer was seriously writing and drawing in a notebook, recording the observed situations.