In the night sky with howling wind, the airship Birahel sailed towards the west.
"Mia."
"Sir Adventurer, what's the matter?"
"Help me check the situation at the place where the dozens of linen packages I carried were unloaded." Wang Chengzhu has been away for several days, and he doesn't know if his unit has moved to another location. It would be embarrassing if he couldn't find the organization when he returned.
Fortunately, there are artificial intelligence and satellite photo records, which saves him a lot of time and energy to look through it himself.
"Sir Adventurer, the place where you stayed last time has not seen a large number of people move out since you left. Is there anything that requires further searching?"
Mia's speed was so fast that Wang Chengzhu couldn't help but praise, "No, Mia, you did a good job. The direction remains the same. I will go there again this time. I have to go back if I have something to do."