Chapter 392 Letter to Galahad
The prince sat at the table, writing furiously on paper with a quill in his hand.
The handwriting was a little sloppy and didn't even conform to the format of a letter, but he didn't care at all.
"Galahad, I think the best thing I did was to maintain my friendship with Caster."
"Remember what you said when that airship landed on our territory?"
"You said this was a miracle and suggested that I take the airship for myself and kill those soldiers."
"I refused at that time. I had a vague idea, but I couldn't think it through at the moment."
"Now I know."
"Galahad, miracles can never change everything. If a miracle is needed to save the empire, then there is no need for the empire to exist."
"I wanted to describe Castel as a miracle, but my thoughts have changed recently. I talked to Hughes. He is a learned man with a head full of wonderful theories and ideas. I really want to pry open his head to see what kind of existence is inside that can have such profound thoughts."
"It was also because of my conversation with him that I no longer think that the word 'miracle', which is full of randomness, can be used to describe Castel's strength."
"Yes, powerful! My dear Knight, Castel is extremely powerful, and is almost impeccable in terms of both strength and system!"
"It's just that many things are hard to notice, so only I can notice and touch the truth hidden behind the scenes."
"When I first came here, I thought it was ordinary. After all, it didn't look much different."
"I thought there would be factories everywhere, but it's just a barren plain outside."
At this moment, the prince's pen suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked up into the air. In his field of vision, a translucent figure was asking, "But there is really nothing outside the island, Isabella."
"Oh, you haven't noticed until now?"
The prince's soul frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head hesitantly.
"Do you remember that lighthouse?"
"The one by the sea? Isn't it just an ordinary one?"
"It's made of steel."
"Ah?" The prince's soul was stunned.
"It's not just a lighthouse, the foundation underneath it is all steel. It's not a lighthouse at all. If I'm not mistaken, it should be made of salvaged shipwrecks with lights on them."
"There's more to it than that." Isabella threw the quill aside and looked at the shocked prince with a look of delight on her face.
"Have you noticed that it seems to be getting higher? I guess those are the banshees underwater. They cut up the debris of the sunken ship and piled them up there, and slowly it became the shape of a 'lighthouse'."
The prince's eyes widened and his voice trembled: "How much steel would that take?"
Isabella looked into the distance: "Perhaps this is the true power of industry."
The room was silent for a while, and the prince's soul suddenly raised his head: "You, you should have noticed other details, right? You went back to the beach specifically before, you shouldn't have seen these!"
"Indeed, you are quite perceptive."
"Do you remember that we saw a high wall with trees planted on it on the way?"
The prince's soul murmured quietly, "That's weird? Well, planting trees on the wall is indeed weird."
"Because that's not a wall, that's the limb of the evil god!"
"ah!?"
"Do you remember what Galahad said? The evil god's tentacles are all over the island. Did you see them?"
The prince soul shook his head.
"It's impossible for all the things scattered all over the island to be hidden. The appearance of this high wall is inexplicable. Based on all the factors, there is only one possibility: it is the evil god!"
“Yes, but there are trees planted on it.”
"Idiot! You got the order wrong. How can a tree that can grow on the limbs of an evil god be an ordinary tree? Maybe that high wall is actually a nursery built just to grow that tree."
The prince's soul froze, he thought carefully for a while, and took a breath.
"Besides these, do you remember that the two banshees who came back with us suddenly disappeared?"
"That's true, but it's normal for them to leave, right?"
"That's normal, but it's still a little strange that it disappeared without a sound. I went to the beach later and took a look. There was a hole on the back slope of the ground over there."
"The entrance? The cave?"
"No, it must be a man-made hole. Do you remember the webway system that Hughes mentioned? I suspect that the entire underground of Castel is covered with such webways!"
"All over? That's a bit exaggerated."
"Maybe it's an exaggeration, but the number is definitely huge." Isabella said firmly, "If there are too few of these webways, they won't work as they should. They'll only be useful if there are more of them! And did you notice that the ones who went in were banshees!"
This time the prince's soul also reacted: "The size of the banshees allows them to move freely. They must be at least four meters tall, right?"
"It's definitely higher than this. If I were to design the webway, I would have to take into account the size of the weapons that the Banshees carry. There's no reason for Zeus to forget this. So do you know how big a project this is?"
The prince did not have much experience in managing a territory, so he only had a vague idea. Seeing him scratching his head, Isabella sighed.
"To put it simply, this is a bigger project than building ten blood ports. How could it be possible with Castel's small number of people? Either they have large-scale construction machinery, or they have some unique means. So do you understand what I mean?"
The prince's soul wanted to ask a question, but hesitated and did not speak. Isabella ignored him and picked up the quill to write again.
"Galahad, do not treat Caster's creations lightly."
"This island is like an iceberg. You can only see its disguise when you look out, but beneath the water, you can see its huge and terrifying body and the truth that drives you crazy."
"The scariest thing is that it's not a deliberate disguise."
"It's just that our shallow vision cannot penetrate the sea surface."
"It is too huge, beyond the limits of our understanding. It's like standing in front of a cliff. You can't see the whole picture at all. You can't tell whether you are standing in front of a small earthen slope or facing the pillar of the world that supports the sky."
"Never underestimate Castel. He may not know how big he is, but we must know how small we are."
"One more thing. I plan to increase cooperation with Castel. Has the letter I sent to the North been sent? If it has not been sent, don't send it. If it has been sent. "
"Then prepare for battle."
(End of this chapter)
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