Chapitre 293: PMC's New Assignment

January 5th, 893, somewhere along the Indian Ocean. Captain Richard, commander of the private military company, the Aegis Tactical Service, stood steadfast on the weathered deck of the majestic steamship. Bound for Saudi Arabia, the vessel sliced through the endless expanse of azure waters, leaving a trail of frothy white foam in its wake.

With a salt-kissed breeze tousling his hair and the rhythmic symphony of crashing waves as his soundtrack, Captain Richard's eyes scanned the horizon, his mind lost in thoughts. Thanks to the new invention of the industrialist duo, the wireless telegraph, he was able to receive news from his country. And that the news he received is that his employer is facing a backslash.