The snow hadn’t been cleaned up yet, and it all melted as soon as the sun came out.

Gregory Lawrence had the most snow water on him, because he had been playing in the snow again.

Three pairs of eyes looked over, and Gregory realized what was going on as he touched the back of his head.

Feeling a bit of a chill.

He looked up and was startled, "Holy crap, what are you all looking at me for?"

Gregory instinctively covered his chest.

Arnold Simmons spoke first, "To get to the Land of the Lost, we need a starship."

This should have been prepared in Zone 9.

But due to the tight border security lately, even legitimate starships had to go through strict inspections, so it was impossible to prepare in advance.

There were four of them, and more than half were on the wanted list.

But Gregory said he had a way.

What way?

Hannah walked up to him and sat next to him on a large rock, "Gregory, I remember you said you had a way to get a starship."

The two were sitting quite close.

Gregory unconsciously glanced at Arnold Simmons, then quietly moved a little further away, "Well, a way, indeed there is."

He said it with some difficulty.

Desolation also looked over.

He had to go to the Land of the Lost as well.

What the purpose was, no one knew, but it was something he offered up voluntarily.

Currently, Gregory only dared to show some pride to Desolation, so he immediately puffed out his chest, "What’s with that look? Are you questioning my ability?"

His professional standard was beyond question!

Desolation ignored him and turned away.

Gregory huffed, "Let me tell you, during this crucial time, the only one in the entire empire who can think of a way to board a starship is me!"

He was very confident in this.

Hannah urged him to speak quickly.

Gregory initially wanted to keep them guessing, but when he met Hannah’s gaze, he confessed honestly.

In the past, leaving the empire on a starship was a simple matter.

The legitimate way was to buy a ticket from the empire and follow a travel agency.

A slightly illegitimate way was to take a "black ship."

This was the most common means of transportation for fugitives without "identification."

But there was one thing about "black ships"—they were unsafe, and one had to be wary of being betrayed.

"But now, even if you want to take a black ship, it’s not possible," said Gregory. "As of half a year ago, all black ship operations in Zone 9 were forced to cease."

Any black ship daring to take off from within the empire would be shot down directly by mech squads.

No one was willing to take that risk anymore.

Gregory was essentially a hub for underground information in Zone 9; what he said was correct.

"Is there really no way?"

This question came from Desolation.

It was rare for him to initiate conversation.

Gregory grinned, flashing his white teeth, "Of course, it’s not like there aren’t any ways at all."

Adopting an air of mystery, "If it were a common black ship, the empire would definitely take action, but if it’s a wanderer’s, they wouldn’t act rashly."

The situation at the border was locked in a stalemate; both sides agreed to a tacit understanding of not striking first, as doing so would be akin to declaring war.

With the current situation of the imperial royal family, they naturally wouldn’t act against a wanderer’s starship.

Gregory stood up, speaking very loudly, "So, all we need to do is successfully steal a wanderer’s starship!"

He finished speaking and waited for everyone’s applause.

"What do you say, pretty smart of me, huh?"

Desolation turned away, no longer looking at him.

Hannah was likewise unusually silent.

Only Arnold Simmons spoke up, "But have you considered, we only have four people."