Ambrose, Eira, and Heather stood on the bow of the ship. Their expressions were calm, but there was a trace of anxiety between their eyebrows. Behind them, the Blood Sherlock Four Sisters, Watson, and the others stood guard quietly. "Brother, what do you think is the situation in the Nine Mainland now?" Eira asked about it curiously. Ambrose shook his head. "Who knows? But I guess it must be quite bad. After all, the North Moana Army has been conquering and occupying all the continents before this. Many of them must have suffered." Ambrose glanced at the stone chest, and he said with a frown, "I don't know what it is in there, but we must guard it strictly and make no mistakes." Eira and Heather nodded solemnly. "Young Master Darby!" Suddenly, Watson stepped forward with a smile; he suggested sincerely and respectfully, "Everyone should play a part now that the Nine Mainland is in trouble. Why don't I take care of this stone chest? I promise that as long as I'm alive, thi
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