"Just... just one person?"
Everyone's eyes widened when they heard the guard's words.
The minister who had spoken earlier thought for a moment and then excitedly asked, "Is it Mr. Rowan?"
Hearing this, everyone reacted and nodded in agreement.
Yes, if it was the Golden Dawn Ryan Rowan who had come, then everything would make sense.
They had witnessed Mr. Rowan's fighting style.
Whether it was the city of grit standing tall at the harbor or the countless indestructible grit soldiers, all had left a deep impression on the people of Aden Kingdom.
The historical records about Ryan Rowan were indeed true.
One man, an army!
— This was truly the most fitting description for Ryan Rowan.
If the Golden Dawn personally intervened, everyone could imagine such a magnificent scene:
Endless grit soldiers standing on the coastline of Aden Kingdom, deterring Germa 66, making them dare not advance an inch.
However, there was one thing they couldn't quite understand.
That Ryan Rowan… to be honest, was not an emperor who excelled at being "low-key."
No matter when or where, Ryan Rowan's words and actions had a powerful presence that made it impossible to ignore him.
So why would Ryan Rowan choose to come to Aden Kingdom alone?
Everyone fell into confusion once again.
Seeing this, the guard who delivered the message scratched his head awkwardly.
"Well… Your Majesty the King, the person from Four Seas Alliance is not Mr. Rowan."
Not Ryan Rowan?!
Everyone in the palace once again widened their eyes.
The portly uncle frowned slightly and asked, "If it's not Mr. Rowan, could it be one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"
"No, neither of them."
The soldier shook his head. "It's a… stranger."
The soldier's answer was one of helplessness, as it was the honest truth.
When Four Seas Alliance was active in Aden Kingdom before, he had never seen that person, so he naturally couldn't recall his name!
The portly uncle thought for a moment upon hearing this and waved his hand, "In any case, it's enough that they are a guest from Four Seas Alliance, quickly invite him in."
"Yes."
The soldier nodded slightly and then withdrew.
Not long after, the sound of steady footsteps could be heard from outside the palace.
Everyone in the palace looked towards the sound and saw the guest who had traveled all the way from Four Seas Alliance.
He was wearing a dark blue robe, a hood, and underneath, a set of coarse Alabasta-style clothes. He looked somewhat travel-worn.
He slowly walked into the palace and stood before the portly uncle, bowing slightly.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the King of Aden Kingdom. I am from Four Seas Alliance."
At this, everyone became even more certain that the person who had arrived was definitely not Ryan Rowan, nor was it the[Desert Crocodile]Crocodile.
The portly uncle quickly stood up to greet him and then asked, "May I ask who you are…"
"As you have heard, I have already introduced myself—"
The person removed his hood, revealing his face, and then smiled:
"I am from Four Seas Alliance."
…
Ordinary.
When everyone present saw the face under the hood, only one word came to mind—
Ordinary.
The man looked incredibly ordinary.
His features, his build, everything was the type that would disappear in a crowd.
The portly uncle sized up the man before him.
Not a Seven Warlord, not a Marine, not even a famous figure from this sea.
It seemed, just as their eyes conveyed—he was an ordinary person.
"Ahahahaha, you all are staring at me so intently, it's making me a bit shy…"
The man grinned and, like any ordinary person, gave a dry laugh and scratched his head.
He began to explain to everyone how he had arrived.
"Once a conflict arises between Germa 66 and Four Seas Alliance, the World Government will inevitably get involved."
"But recently, Mr. Rowan has been busy with other matters and doesn't have time to play the fool with the World Government, so he secretly sent me."
"To avoid being detected by the World Government, we first used a slower, large ship under the guise of a merchant caravan to pass through the Red Line."
"After that, I immediately switched to a fast, small boat and headed straight for Aden Kingdom."
"Oh, speaking of which, I really have to thank them for establishing the fixed sea routes. Otherwise, I probably would have arrived at least a week later."
"Ahahahaha…"
The man, who had been referring to himself as "I am from Four Seas Alliance," was cheerful and talkative, quickly explaining the whole story.
In fact, the way many of these events were handled was quite complex.
For example, using the merchant caravan as a cover to conceal their true purpose.
And how to prevent the World Government from learning about the conflict between Four Seas Alliance and Germa 66…
But this series of complex schemes, when described by the man, all seemed so "ordinary."
It was like casual conversation, everything he said was natural, as if it flowed effortlessly.
Perhaps… it was the man's unique demeanor?
Could such a person truly exist in the world?
What's more, what baffled the portly uncle and the others was what kind of strength this man, who was so exceedingly ordinary, possessed to solve Aden Kingdom's current predicament?
Just one person…
Was it through brute force?
Could this man be an trump card that Four Seas Alliance had never revealed?
As if sensing the confused gazes around him, the man smiled sheepishly.
"Well then, please prepare some 'weapons' for me."
Weapons?
Presumably, he hadn't had time to prepare them due to his haste in arriving.
The portly uncle waved his hand, and the minister in charge of Aden Kingdom's military resources stepped forward.
"Sir."
The military official bowed slightly to the man. "Do you require swords or firearms?"
However, the man gave a rather unexpected answer.
"Please prepare some 'Wood' for me."
Wood?
No one could understand what the man wanted the wood for, but the name Four Seas Alliance carried significant weight for them, so they chose to trust the man before them.
Once the wood was gathered, the man also asked nearby guards for a sword and a chopping axe.
Crack! Crack! Crack…
The man chopped at the woodával, then used the iron sword to shape and carve it, "manufacturing" many things.
They were a pile of "weapons" made of wood.
Knives, spears, swords, axes, bows…
Many.
The man stuck the "weapons" into a cloth strip he had prepared on his back, and then, carrying the weapons, turned and left the palace.
He waved to the people of Aden Kingdom behind him, his tone as casual as if he were going out for a meal.
"I'll be back shortly."
The man left the palace, returned to the harbor, and boarded the small boat he had arrived in.
Then, alone, he sailed towards Germa 66's fleet.
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