At this moment, watching the Dragon Remains Fleet soar forth along with the thunderous rainstorm, Ji Jue couldn't help but... his fingers itched.

So wonderful, so wonderful. The North Wind Workshop's accumulation over the years really has produced quite a lot of good things.

From hundreds of years ago, the raiding fleet of the Northern Realm has already galloped across the Endless Sea. Over the years, with the maintenance and development by generations of craftsmen, the heritage accumulated cannot be matched by Ashes, who's been a craftsman for less than a year.

The seven seemingly modern warships are all actually modified from the previous generation of the Dragon Remains Fleet, intrinsically uncompromising alchemical creations.

Moreover, the seven warships are interconnected and resonate through storms and rain, vaguely forming a single entity, connected at the roots, using thunderclouds as the power source, speeding across the sea.

Together, it's almost like a Heavenly Artisan!

Ji Jue even guessed that in full condition, it shouldn't just be seven ships, nor just of this scale and momentum...

This mobilization is just one of the Dragon Remains Fleet.

The Northern Realm still holds back, but it's understandable.

After all, if they really went fully armed with all their best kept treasures, before even going out for slick cash grabs, numerous places might start sounding alarms.

Now, as the heat quickly disappeared, under the spreading dark clouds, amidst thunder and lightning, countless frost formed out of thin air, scattered all around.

The mighty Dragon Remains Fleet stopped in the distance, soon, a frozen long road extended forth.

In the sweltering heat, Yellow Beard, the Great Craftsman, still clad in a heavy fur coat, led his men aboard the Prosperity, looking around at the display and setups with apparent astonishment.

As if perceiving something.

"Seems you've already produced some remarkable things, Ji Jue."

"It's nothing. In order to put up a show, we even moved the workshop over. But compared to the foundation of North Wind, it's just this much." Ji Jue responded cheerfully, and soon chairs were brought over for the visitors to sit.

Yellow Beard was not polite at all, sitting down with a plop, he pulled out a flask from his coat and took a sip, asking: "Where are the others?"

"Let me see..."

Ji Jue glanced at his phone: "People from Red Country should arrive within half an hour; the fleet of Seven Cities Joint Defense will bring them along.

However, there's no news from Desert Market yet."

"Heh, Desert Market."

Yellow Beard scoffed: "To expect those White Deer to be punctual, you're still too young."

"You can't say that, Old Deng."

A voice came from behind him, unexpected. Followed by another voice, smoothly connecting: "But speaking of..."

"We White Deer are like this."

"But we two brothers like to be early."

"Right, better early than late. The early Hunter eats wolf."

"By the way, any wolves?"

"There's an 80% chance of wolves, kid."

Two middle-aged men, indistinguishable in height and build, each said a line carelessly, smoothly opened Ji Jue's little fridge, searching.

A bottle of vodka, a bottle of whiskey, both lids twisted open, tilted their heads and gulped down.

Those annoying long-named An Family twins!

When they don't speak, they have no presence at all. But now when they open their mouths, they're annoyingly unstoppable.

"Wait, stop stop stop..."

Ji Jue's eye twitched: "When did you two arrive?"

"Just now."

"Not long ago."

"Just arrived and saw a bunch of people taking off their pants on the deck, thinking it would be some incredible show."

"Although it's a bit ridiculous, considering Ashes, it seems normal."

"You're the employer, naturally we can't ruin your plans."

"There's some time left, do you need us to step aside?"

"Fine, stop talking, I beg you."

Ji Jue's vision started to blur.

No matter how many times, he couldn't get used to the White Deer's openness. Moreover, these two were rock and roll veterans who played in a band years ago, even more unmanageable.

"Shut up!"

Old Tang was furious, slammed the table, got up, glared angrily: "How come you White Deer slander innocent people out of thin air?! How can I live with myself if word gets out?

Besides, duck services aren't at this price, get real! Got to pay more!"

So damn it, is that the point!

Ji Jue was about to pull out his gun and shoot these guys on the deck one by one, or else his reputation won't last.

In a noisy mess, the Seven Cities Joint Defense fleet gradually appeared on the horizon.

All you could say was, it's eye-opening...

It's like a museum.

Federation's, Empire's, from the Thousand Islands, modern, contemporary, patched together... simply overwhelming, outside the flagship, every ship possesses astounding wisdom and competes with exciting brilliance, making one marvel at the limits of imagination.

Minkler also understood his role as part of the atmosphere team, putting up an exceptionally low profile, smilingly offering a heap of special products, and after sending over the Returning Knights who came from various places, sat on a small stool beside waiting.

You say people lie around at home doing nothing, yet the military merits just keep falling from the sky like rain, making it nearly impossible not to be this commander-in-chief, alas, it's really annoying and helpless... and so lovely!

Suddenly, everyone's gaze focused on Ji Jue.

Yellow Beard wasted no time, directly asked: "Everyone's here, when do we start?"

"Don't need to prep?" Ji Jue asked.

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