"That official has already left Golande, heading south to Fanric, seemingly to avoid trouble, or perhaps for some other reason."
"Isn't that right in the Long Lake District, on the southern side of the Kudi Mountain Range?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Hong looked at the others, particularly Atira and Hilveld. After seeing the two of them nod slightly, he then said, "We can go to Fanric, but there's no need to disrupt our original plans. Enhancing our strength is still the top priority for the Seven Seas Travel Group right now."
The Elf Girl didn't object. Reed, sitting on the sofa beside them, was cutting tobacco. The bright afternoon sunlight streamed through the window onto his mane. The silver scissors in his hands clicked crisply. The Big Catfolk, looking like he was enjoying his leisure time, had no intention of speaking up either.
Miss Ship's Officer naturally sided with Fang Hong, and with no objections from the others, the plan was thus set.
