The employment plan for the Drow Elves had been moving slowly, mainly because these Drow Elves were always thinking about running away.

If they were just let go to work, they would run even faster than airships, even with a Magic Contract to restrain them, various problems would still arise. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

However, the long wait finally paid off.

Katherine’s allure was unmatched, and while many Drow Elves still did not change their inherent evil, they all, to a greater or lesser degree, fell in "love" with Katherine.

Perhaps this love wasn’t pure at all, but at least these Drow Elves were now willing to work for Katherine.

This was absolutely fine; it was the most logical approach.

Which deity isn’t loved by their followers? Even if it’s with profane thoughts, that’s no issue—both the Rose Spider Queen and the Magic Goddess played the game this way, and whether or not to sleep with followers is entirely their own choice.

As for Amberser, he guessed that Katherine’s type would probably be a virgin goddess for life, very much in line with the style of the Elf Tribe.

In short, the Drow Elves were reluctantly usable now, proving that previous actions were effective, and that Katherine indeed had the power to convert even the wicked.

Amberser brought Constance and Katherine to his airship factory.

Amberser introduced Constance to the operation method of the transport ships and various plan details.

The first batch of airships for transport had been completed; the smallest vessel was twenty-five meters long and five meters wide, and the largest one hundred ten meters long and sixteen meters wide, with a total of ten ships.

Because they were airships, their cargo capacity couldn’t compare to that of ships on water; the maximum load capacity was only ten thousand tons, with the smallest being one hundred tons.

But their speed was something no ship on water could match. The slowest could reach a speed of three hundred kilometers per hour, while the fastest small ship could reach five hundred kilometers per hour.

With such transport speed, international trade was just a day away.

As for the cost... it was even lower than water transport, much lower.

Because the Magic Gemstones produced in Gloomyland were supplied without limit, they were even below cost price.

These Magic Gemstones, as a power source, made the largest cost negligible.

Amberser, feeling somewhat embarrassed, directly gave the Mercury Avatar to Withered Rose and told her the cultivation method.

Withered Rose had a large amount of ore, so the speed of cultivating these Mercury Avatars would be much faster.

Amberser led Katherine and Constance to the cockpit, gently slapped the crystal ball in the center, and a soul formed by smoke emerged from it.

"Respected master, Seagull One awaits your command."

The transport ships were fully controlled by specially crafted souls in the cabin; the captain could issue commands by voice at any time, without any operational difficulty, and even training was not required.

This specially crafted soul possessed very strong intelligence and was the most qualified pilot.

If we don’t count the laborers and guards, this ship only needed one captain.

To prevent the contamination of cargo with the aura of the Undead, the cockpit was shielded with special magic. Amberser briefly introduced it as a way to hand over command to Constance.

"This this this... is this a Specter?"

The Elves from underground had little experience and had never seen such a form of Undead, or maybe it should be said, an Alchemic Product.

Amberser didn’t explain, as maintaining a certain level of mystery helped keep his subordinates in line.

He just didn’t expect the Elf Queen to widen her eyes in curiosity and ask, "What on earth is this? Has Alchemy advanced to this level?"

Tch, what an Elf Queen—she’s like a country bumpkin.

"This thing is too complex; I’ll explain it to you later."

Amberser introduced the ship’s features one by one, but when he got to the Magic Mirror that could communicate remotely anytime, anywhere, Constance showed no reaction.

This bumpkin doesn’t recognize the value; the technology of this Magic Mirror far exceeds that of the entire ship.

"All right, I’ll leave this ship in your hands. You’ve seen the detailed plan, Katherine, just follow its contents."

Hearing Amberser’s words, Katherine hesitated and said, "Leave it all to me? You trust me with such an important task?"

Although Katherine didn’t understand trade, she had been a queen and could imagine just how valuable exclusive transportation rights could be.

And yet, this Lich was entrusting such an important business to her? The level of trust seemed unreal.

Amberser said, "You have to stand on your own sooner or later. It’s you who has to complete the Elven Gods’ quest, not me. If I do everything for you, it’s meaningless."

It was Katherine, not this Lich, who needed to achieve Deification. If Amberser did everything, the relationship of faith would become muddled.

"But I have no confidence."

Katherine, having experienced a failure that nearly destroyed the Elf Tribe, had no confidence in herself. Had it not been for Amberser’s offer of help, she would have declined this heavy responsibility from the start.

Amberser consoled her, "Katherine, don’t belittle yourself, you’re doing well. Otherwise, why would Constance speak up for you?"

Even the wicked Drow Elf had learned to consider others; this achievement was enough to be recorded in the annals of the continent.

Blushing slightly from Amberser’s praise, Katherine said, "I will work hard."

Constance stood aside, watching the two before her.

An Elf Queen and a Lich? No way, this can’t be true, right? Even Drow Elves haven’t played such twisted games, have they?

It must be the Lich deceiving the Elf Queen; it had to be.

Amberser paid no mind to Constance’s expression. What this Drow Elf thought didn’t matter.

After handing over the transportation plan to Katherine, Amberser returned to his laboratory. He pondered how to deal with the mess of the Dragon Race; if possible, he preferred to prevent the return of the Dragon Race to avoid affecting his business.

Perhaps, he should consult the oracle, at least to gain some clues.

About to summon his Dice of Destiny, Amberser sensed a new message in the Necromancy Codex.

He opened it to find that the group chat was buzzing with activity.

Glancing through the content, even Mute, who usually kept a low profile, was actively participating in the discussion.

They were discussing the likelihood of an impending war in the overseas regions.

[Mute: Murlocs are allying with sea monsters, Giant Sharks, and so forth; the oceanic order is in chaos.]

[Dislikes Humanity: Where did this information come from?]

[Mute: My subordinates recently changed their hunting grounds and brought back this news. Murlocs are the largest force in the sea, constantly warring among their tribes. Now, all Murloc races have united under a silver Trident.]

[Headless Knight’s Crown: It must have to do with those Astral Red Dragons and Githyanki. With so many mouths to feed, the food of the Dragon Race surely isn’t enough, and the Githyanki have to hunt for themselves. I heard they wiped out several Murloc tribes, causing significant conflict.]

Seeing this, Amberser also sent a message: [Senior Mute, how far are you from Deification? If it was a massive Power of Faith, would it enable you to take the last step?]