"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
At the same time, as Grantt started to be trained by Mina to prepare for the upcoming attack, Ashira and Altora had been preparing since yesterday.
It was the moment Ashira had signed they started to work out their problems.
It was only a night well spent with concrete planning, and with Ashira as their lead on this reconnection with Bolo, they might just have the chance.
Today was the day they'd have to depart, and with gifts that might lighten their guard up, they were all but a heavy burden for the wagons dragged by horses.
Ashira: [This will take us almost days to reach Bolo.]
At the first wagon, Ashira was standing beside it as he observed the other small wagons that carried bags of heavy gifts, with heavy gold and fragile glass.
This would be a slow course of travel with their objects of interest.
Altora had a solution to this, but with Ashira being with them, it was hard for her to disclose the technology that Grantt had invented and created a blueprint for.