At the Fleming Clan's estate in Golden Feather City.
MacLaren leaned back on a soft hide sofa, leisurely savoring Gregor's latest fine wine.
Now over fifty, his strength was progressing very slowly, and he figured he would likely never break through to the Great Mage realm in this lifetime.
Rather than meditating and practicing Cultivation every day, it was better to just enjoy this wonderful life.
"My lord, we've learned why the Royal Family's warships set sail."
One of his knights was reporting the latest intelligence.
"Go on."
"Reportedly, His Majesty the King was furious about the Pirate Gang's attack on Count Ronin. After interrogating the captured pirates, they located the gang's base. This deployment is aimed directly at the White Whale Pirate Gang."
A cold glint flashed in MacLaren's eyes before quickly vanishing, his expression returning to calm.
"They're going to wipe out the White Whale Pirate Gang?"
