"Okay, Teacher Luo. Tell the convoy not to leave through the main gate. Have them come directly to me." After giving the instructions, Qin Ziwen returned to his Home.
He used a Recruitment Card for a senior Human Race shipwright.
When the light faded, an old man of about sixty appeared. He had a lean, wiry frame, a slightly hunched back, and a long, salt-and-pepper braided pigtail.
The old man's exposed skin was the bronze of someone long exposed to the wind and sun. His eyes were calm and focused, and his knuckles were large and covered with calluses.
"I am Tao Fu, my lord!"
The old man cupped his fists, his voice resonant and clear.
Qin Ziwen wasted no time, concisely explaining their current situation and the need for ships for the upcoming Island map.
"Based on our Home's current capabilities, I need you to build the most suitable ships possible."
