Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1286 - 72 Change the Perspective

"Hmm, Kyle." As Pannis walked into the small living room, everyone stood up. Most of the people present could be considered Pannis’s juniors, and given his past status as a heroic leader, even Warrensen from the Kingdom of Mages felt compelled to stand up to show his respect. However, the first to greet him was an Elf whom Catherine found completely unfamiliar, but who seemed to know Pannis very well. He frowned and said, "I heard that you’ve changed a lot since you’ve reappeared, and I didn’t quite believe it. Now I see it’s true. The old you would never have kicked in someone’s door, let alone make such irritating remarks."

"Being irritated is because one cannot refute it, Elf." It was only then that Catherine noticed there was a Dwarf in the small living room who hadn’t spoken until now. Cradling his characteristically Dwarf beard, he took the opportunity to tease the Elf, "No matter how much Kyle may have changed, one fundamental thing remains the same: he’ll never let his friends down. Since he’s taken a stance, it means he must already have the best solution. All we need to do is follow through, and victory will naturally be ours."

"Hmph, Dwarven head, mind your own business," the Elf huffed, straightening his clothes and greeting in the manner of the Elves, "It’s been a long time, my friend. I just happened to be away from the King’s Court a few days ago and missed our reunion. I’m glad I have the opportunity to see you today, which compensates for the regret."

"Alright, now is not the time for greetings. Please hold on for a moment," Antuin cut in, seeing that the Dwarf was starting to chat as well, and addressed Pannis, "Kyle, Lady Catherine, please take your seats and share your thoughts. Let’s see if there’s anything we haven’t considered."

Besides these three, no one else had interjected. Although those present held high positions and most knew Pannis, after all, he belonged to a bygone era. It was only the three who had also come from that era who had the most right to greet him first. Hence, it wasn’t until Antuin issued the invitation to sit that Odin, the city lord, finally spoke, "Indeed, Lord Kyle, please do share your thoughts. Perhaps we do have a blind spot in our thinking. If so, we will act on your ideas immediately. But if not, ha-ha, Marquis Snape might just ask you to compensate for his door."

"Hahaha, that door is cheap," Snape said with a smile upon seeing Catherine holding onto Pannis’s arm, "It’s worth just over five thousand gold coins, easy to compensate for."

"Cough, cough," Pannis coughed a series of dry coughs, feeling Catherine’s arm stiffen instantaneously and sensing the dangerous aura emanating. Taking the opportunity to pull a chair out for her, he quickly withdrew from her grasp. It wasn’t until he saw the knight girl biting her lip and sneaking him a silent smiling glance that Pannis finally took a deep breath, sat down beside the girl, and glared at Odin, speaking mockingly, "Are we just short of water? What’s so difficult about that?"

"Eh, it’s not just a shortage of water." A Goblin from the Goblin Business Association, who was unfamiliar to them and served as Snape’s deputy, also responsible for a part of the logistics, was well aware of the difficulties of transporting supplies, "We lack the transport capacity, hence all supplies are going to fall short."

"No, the root of the problem is the shortage of water," Pannis insisted, "If we solve the water supply transportation issue, then the saved transportation capacity can be allocated to the transport of other supplies, and all the problems will naturally be solved."

"So, you have a good solution for the water supply transportation issue?" The Goblin’s yellow-green eyes shone brightly, eagerly asking, "We’ve always felt that we’ve utilized all resources to their maximum. Could there really be a better way? Please, tell us, how should we transport it?"

"Of course there’s a better way," Pannis shrugged, "As for how to transport it, use sand worms."

"Cough, cough." Antuin glared at Pannis disapprovingly, "Kyle, stop causing trouble on purpose. I don’t believe you’re unaware that our main means of transportation is indeed sand worms."

"Yes," said the Goblin with a wry smile, "In the desert, we can only use sand worms, but now their utilization rate is nearly saturated."

"Who told you to keep shipping water from the rear?" Pannis countered, "Even if condensed, the water supply for so many troops will occupy a lot of space, it would be strange if it didn’t reach saturation."

"But the Country of Sand itself lacks water," the Goblin said, obviously not used to Pannis’s manner of speaking and replying very innocently, "even if we drained all the oases in the half of the Country of Sand near the Sighing Desert, it wouldn’t be enough to supply a million troops, so we have to bring in purified water from Neutral Land and the Beastmen Prairie, then transport it to the frontline by sand worms."

"So I’m saying, why do you insist on looking at the rear?" Pannis sighed, "When there’s a closer place with vast water resources on standby, ready for use."

"Wait, I think I’m starting to understand," said Odin, catching on to Pannis’s ideas within a couple of seconds, his eyes gleaming, "Lord Kyle, are you referring to... the Perpetual Icefield?"

"Alright, my job here is done," Pannis clapped his hands as though relieved of a heavy burden, his face full of expectation, "Now I don’t have to compensate for the door, right? Hey, hey, why are you secretly kicking me? I didn’t say anything wrong."

The knight girl’s face instantly flushed red, as if she felt all the eyes in the room were focused on her. Those gazes were like daggers to her, forcing her to sit uncomfortably with her head hung low, bitterly resenting Pannis numerous times in her heart. Pannis, however, seemed entirely unaware that he had fallen into the gravest of crises, still wearing a leisurely smile and casually grabbing fresh fruit from the table to eat, mumbling indistinctly, "See, what I said before wasn’t wrong, was it? You folks are just trapped by conventional thinking. If you step out of the box, the solutions are actually quite simple."

In fact, Catherine had no need to be so nervous; her feelings were illusions, for none of the attendees had any time to scoff at her. Each person was deeply furrowing their brows, brains working overtime.

"Let me think, let me think," Snape stood up once again, pacing back and forth in the room, occasionally returning to his seat to peruse his notebook for a moment. After about five minutes, the Old Marquis finally stopped, leaning over the table with his hands braced against it, speaking softly, "It seems... feasible."