While they were chatting, the carriage came to a halt, and the coachman said from the front, "young master, we have arrived."

Hearing that voice, Neal smiled and said, "The time has come bro, the new chapter of your life is about to begin soon."

"And I'm very excited about it," Fionn replied, smiling.

CLICK! CREEK!

"The captain is waiting for you young master, please hurry," said the coachman as he opened the door and bowed politely; he wore the attire of a butler, was of average height and build, but looked quite dignified with his square face and grey hairs.

"Don't worry, uncle Hanley, that guy is always in a hurry, there's plenty of time before departure, meet him, he's my brother Fionn, who I told you about this morning." Neal said as he jumped out of the carriage and introduced Fionn, adding while looking at Fionn. "Meet Uncle Hanley, my butler and business assistant."

"Nice to meet you, Master Fionn; my name is Hanley Waters." Hanley greeted Fionn with a slight bow.

"Nice to meet you as well," Fionn, said, making the same gesture.

"I heard from young master that thanks to your assistance, he was able to purchase the metal golemn that he now dearly cherishes, and I sincerely thank you for that." Hanley stated with a genuine smile.

"Don't thank me; it was a fair deal; since we met, the assistance he has provided me has far outweighed the assistance I have provided him." Fionn smiled as he responded.

There's no need to say it; you'll be joining Legacy, and as your bro, I'll be receiving numerous benefits." With a mischievous grin, Neal said.

Hearing his statement, Fionn chuckled and said, "Let's move towards the Airship; I'd be embarrassed if you kept the captain waiting because of me."

" Sure," Neal said as he began to lead the way.

They entered the port after passing through the security checkpoint at the main entrance. The port, to put it crudely, was nothing more than a vast meadow, which is adequate for parking Airships, but any astute observer can tell that things are not as simple as they appear, from the ridiculously high mana concentration at the location to the formations on the rock platforms on which the Airships had been parked, or even the stone paved paths they are walking on, which prevents them from absorbing mana from the ground. All of this has been masterfully constructed.

The port housed a wide range of ships, from small airships like yachts to large container ships. The appearance of the Airship was identical to that of mediaeval ships, with the exception that they appear rather luxurious due to the use of metals in their construction and the engraved Runic formation on their surface.

After a while of moving through the stroke paved path, Neal pointed to a ship and said, "This one is our ship."

Fionn looked in the direction he had indicated and saw an Airship that was pure white in colour and appeared to be well maintained. It was about 20 metres long, which was adequate for a private Airship.

As they got closer to the Airship, they heard an old man say, clearly grumpily, "you are late young master, all the passengers have already boarded the Airship."

Looking at the source of the voice, Fionn noticed a hunchbacked old man walking down stairs from the Airship, his face looked like dried up bark of a tree and his attire was a complete mess, he was so old that Fionn wondered if a gust of wind would kill him.

"It's still about 20 minutes until departure, how am I late, the reason for your displeasure appears to be something different." Neal responded with a joking expression.

"You know exactly why I'm upset," the old man said, his face darkening further.

"You stingy old man," Neal chuckled as he approached the old man and whispered something in his ears.

Whatever Neal has whispered appears to have worked, as the old man looked visibly happier, patting Neal's shoulders with his wrinkled old hands and saying, "it appears you have some conscience left in you after all." Then, with a nonchalant expression, he beckoned to Fionn, saying, "Come on kid, it's time to leave."