“I’m here to visit Minos Stuart. But he’s not here, is he?” The Crown Prince said, smiling at those people. “It doesn’t matter. I will wait until he returns.”

“What does Your Highness wish of His Majesty? May I know? I am the one left in command of the Black Plain.” Dillian, level 72, asked while cautiously looking at that person.

That level 93 fellow looked at Dillian and said. “My father wishes to have a face-to-face conversation with Minos Stuart. I am here to escort him to the capital of my state.”

“Uh? His Majesty Vico Travisani?” One of the level 79 elders next to Dillian asked, not expecting the strongest man on the continent to be in search of Minos.

Many wanted to associate with Minos in some way. But no continental ruler, not even Emperor Evergreen, had shown such a proactive attitude as to send a group of Spiritual Demigods to ‘accompany’ him to another state.

This was a clear demonstration that Vico’s intentions were not simple!

‘What does he want?’ Minos’ grandmother, also there beside Dillian, wondered about the possibilities.

Maisie, currently at level 78, could imagine which of her son’s bold moves was most likely behind this. ‘This must be something from that map! It looks like he wasn’t so careful in his actions and left traces behind!’

One of the Imperial Prince’s guards, with an ugly expression on his face, said. “That’s right. His Majesty wishes to have a serious talk with Minos Stuart. Then you should send a message to your leader demanding that he return and desist from what he is doing.

If he does as we say, there is still a chance for all of you.”

Silence spread through the surroundings after these negative words, causing those subordinates and family members of Minos to clench their fists in frustration. Unfortunately, they could do nothing but keep quiet and agree with what these superiors were saying.

Dillian laughed bitterly and said. “We will notify His Majesty. In the meantime, I hope your group can enjoy your stay in Dry City without disturbing the local order.

Unlike where you come from, here cultivators at your level are not common and draw enough attention from the masses.”

The Crown Prince said upon hearing that. “It will be good for them to get used to. Considering your sovereign’s route, it won’t take long for more of us to visit this domain…”

He said that, but he did not intend to act. If Minos were around, he and his guards would do their best to seize and take him back to the Eastern Empire. But in his absence, they would not risk getting into unnecessary trouble with the Spiritual Church without the slightest possibility of seizing him.

The Church would certainly move if they were aggressive locally!

So it wouldn’t be long before that group would settle in some part of Dry City, and the local population would begin to live with the idea that such strong people were around.

Dillian’s group could do nothing against these people but get on with their lives and bear the current pressure on their shoulders.

But for the moment, the city was not under threat, and they still had room to continue developing!

…

Another week passed…

In this period, the upper hierarchy of the Spiritual Church found out about the presence of the heir of the Eastern Empire in Dry City and some movements of the Travisani family.

Because of this, they knew that Minos was not involved in deals with that enemy family of the Church and that probably his recent disappearance was related to something that bothered the Travisani family.

Thus, high-level Church Spiritual Demigods were already in the Black Plain Empire to keep an eye on the movements of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Empire, while others were beginning to investigate Minos’ situation further.

The Supreme Pontiff himself was concerned about the present situation, imagining that Minos might be far more important to the current continental scene than he had thought.

To that man, Minos could be the future, not necessarily someone great, but someone relevant to the truly great beings on the continent.

Minos could be a mainstay for his disciple in the future, which gave him a lot of importance even before the recent events. But currently, he was proving to be much more than he was!

This was worrying, and that powerful level 99 cultivator looked more closely at Minos’ situation.

Even though he was not far from his seclusion to try to reach level 100, he was focused not on his cultivation but on the situation he would have had before his seclusion.

He had to at least ensure that the next few decades would be stable before he left to try to become a God, so he was personally dealing with the news related to Minos!

At this very moment, he was in the Seraphim’s Temple in the capital of the Evergreen Empire.

In his office, his disciple of this generation, Forrest, level 92, stood in front of him, listening to his words.

“Forrest, I believe Gloria Frost’s faction will disappear or grow substantially in the coming months. What Minos Stuart is doing now will possibly lead to his death or put him as a big name on the continent once and for all.

So you must do everything you can to be on their good side before that happens.

Go to the Black Plain and show yourself present to help the local forces deal with the pressure from the heir to the Eastern Empire.”

“I will do my best, master.” That young man said, making a gesture as he bowed his head.

…

Meanwhile, Minos was sailing into the central area of the Ancestral Sea, less than 600 kilometers from his goal!

After days since he had obtained the corpse of one of the giant prehistoric beings of this world, Minos had constantly fought sea beasts and avoided sinking his yacht dozens of times because of battles and natural phenomena.

But after withstanding all this by relying on his skills and a bit of luck, having had his yacht damaged by more than 50%, he was finally close to his destination.

At the moment, he was sailing around an area where dozens of floating islands could be seen in the blue sky on this sunny day.

As he stood on the deck of his ship, he was watching the sky with a smile on his face, already identifying the path he would follow to reach his goal.

However, as Minos felt anticipation for finally getting close to his target, a powerful spiritual fluctuation began to appear in the distance from where he was standing, changing the expression on his face.

‘That feeling…’ He took his eyes off the sky and looked out to sea.

‘Gulp!

“The damned level 99 beast!”

…