"Envoy?" Petrov asked curiously.
Gabriella capped her pen, then absently removed the cap again.
"I spent tens of thousands ordering two and a half tons of food and tools from Jialong Slope, which will be carried by the envoys," she said.
Petrov shook his head, revealing a bitter smile.
"It's not that I doubt your judgment, Lieutenant. But even if the envoys are coming to Sevaburg, the journey is fraught with difficulties. Their aircraft is very likely to crash a few kilometers away or even make a forced landing on the sea, calling for our help," Petrov said.
"Isn't there anyone who can safely reach Sevaburg?" Gabriella asked.
"..." Petrov didn't speak.
Gabriella held one end of the pen in each hand as she gazed at the world map hung on the opposite wall. She contemplated for a long time, trying to imagine the ease of traveling globally six years ago—buying a plane ticket, a train ticket, and going far away—but she couldn't envision it.
