In the City Hall, Horn called someone to bring a refreshing glass of mint water, and while waiting for it, he smiled and said to the core group:
"Now that everyone here is one of our own, we can relax a bit and speak freely. I'll take a sip of water and rest for a moment."
These people were the core power group of the old camp, including Qianqian, Chervis, Jeska, Armand, René, Dass...
Anyone who wasn't injured was basically here.
After the thrilling night before, the remaining senior members began discussing.
"Should we reorganize the four major corps we used to have?"
"I think we should forcibly recruit a number of artisans."
"White sails will be hoisted along the entire Ibe River..."
Unlike before, through this period of honing, their views and experiences now surpassed what they were.
