Inglvig, the naval port of Cape of Raging Waves.
This is a secret port located at the end of the wilderness in the north of Inglvig. Because the overall terrain is like a sharp corner protruding from the land, and the waves below are constantly hitting the reefs, this place is named the Horn of Rage Naval Port.
Ingwig once tried to develop the desolate north, but gave up for various reasons. Of course, these excuses were superficial. In fact, this place was secretly developed as a military facility. After several years of development, it finally became what it is today.
It is directly controlled by the Purification Agency and can be regarded as the second heart of the Purification Agency. It has complete military and research facilities, and serves as a secret port while also carrying out industrial development.
It was in this desolate land that people dug out exotic crude oil from deep in the soil and turned it into the lacquer antimony used today through complex processes. The destination of the train carrying Lorenzo and Lawrence was here. Fortunately, it was finally blown up into the sky, so that the secrets here have been hidden from sight.
Perhaps because it was close to the north, or perhaps because this place was too desolate, Arthur couldn't help feeling a winter chill as he walked here.
Looking around, there are only rocks and weeds, and tall man-made buildings, like a steel jungle rising from the wasteland.
He stopped, stood still, and looked at these steel behemoths.
They were new ironclad ships, fueled by lacquer antimony and equipped with weapons derived from the perpetual motion pump. This would be an invincible fleet, and it was also a major reason why Ingwig was confident in going to war. They had been anchored here for too long.
The morning mist completely engulfed the place, not restricting the view much, but adding a lot of mystery.
But the focus today is not on them, but on a guest who has not yet arrived.
"Based on the time, Lorenzo and his crew should have already set sail," Arthur looked down at his pocket watch and gazed toward the boundless north, "full of responsibility and expectation. I hope they will bring back good news."
"I think he must be wondering why no one came to see him off. He was given high hopes, but he just left like this."
The voice was that of a woman in a wheelchair, wrapped in a thick coat, and a medical team was on standby in the distance.
"Probably... This should be the farthest place you have been to in recent years. I remember that when you came here last time, there were not so many buildings here. It was just a construction site."
Arthur walked to the queen and stood with her, waiting for something.
"Yeah, everything changes so fast."
The queen looked greedily at the scenery around her: the endless sky above her head, the vast desolate wilderness, the twisted and hideous buildings, and the blue sea in front of her.
She was like a prisoner who was temporarily released from prison. If possible, the Queen really wanted to engrave everything she saw deeply in her mind.
"Every time I see this, I feel ridiculous that as a queen, I know so little about my own country."
The Queen said sadly.