Lin Lan stood at the window of the office, gazing out at the scene by the port.
It had to be said, the visual style of the New Empire was indeed unique in the Age of Exploration. Wherever these people went, they came with exaggerated snowstorm effects...
The Ark Leader fell into thought.
The arrival of the Imperial people was much faster than he had anticipated...
Osguta had just left not long ago, and Frost Falcon Duke had clearly stated that he did not wish to accelerate the exchange of information at the cost of human lives.
It was obvious that these people were not from Frost Falcon.
Lin Lan glanced at the Night Owl, idling in the corner of the room, and dismissed the idea of asking the Duke directly.
After all, the Empire's communication technology was too abstract—whichever side proactively sent a message might become the executioner, indirectly killing the receiving side.
