[You open your eyes from the crate, the smell of fish and smoke is competing for the tip of your nose, the damp sea breeze is noisy, and the middle-aged vendor knocks on the wooden plank to wake you up. 】

Adam's eyes ached from the sun, and in the sound of breathing and waves, the white light gradually faded from his fingers.

"Mocking Skull Bay, my esteemed sir, a place where the rich and the destitute alternate."

The vendors look a little scruffier than they do at night, but they fit well with the muddy streets, where fluorescent frogs are nocturnal creatures prostrate in the crevices.

The port was crowded.

Merchants, hawkers, and dock workers alternate between each other, forming a messy and dark array of ornaments.

The misshapen, sticky catch splashes in the bucket, and they will become the raw material under the kitchen knife for the creative bottom people to sublimate the tongue of the tongue.

The people who came from all over the Kundia continent left one by one from the giant sailing warship.

The despicable people who smuggled and fled paid the final payment in the hands of the vicious-looking snakehead, covered up their true appearance, followed the goods and left, sneakily hiding into the depths of the streets.

Of course, everyone has times when they are in a difficult situation.

With the sound of cursing and splashing, the gambler, who could not pay the fare, plunged into the sea, but soon burst into a blush.

Iron hooks, flower snakes, poison leeches, and toothfish......

Beneath the murky surface of the water is a forbidden area for unknown creatures, not a shortcut to fare evasion.

The rest of the guys had their throats swelling, and after the demonstration, they seemed to be much more settled.

Adam watched from the sidelines, swaying along the carriage, but was soon stuck in the intersection.

The middle-aged trader frowned in displeasure, but he couldn't do anything about the speculative guides in front of him who were holding whaleskin umbrellas and tiptoeing over.

Not all the ships were poor.

The spacious old man is stepping down from the landing board with his toes high.

They don't come here to make a fortune, just to enjoy the excitement of that extralegal place, and if they can make a small amount of money by homeopathy, no one will refuse.

The booked guide beckons to greet him.

Reputable mercenaries flex their muscles and wear oddly shaped weapons around their waists to protect the property and lives of their short-term employers.

"I think I'm holding a fishing rod, but it's all catches!"

The vendors spat and drove their horses through the loose crowds, not forgetting to turn their heads sideways and sneer.

"There are people with sweet dreams everywhere, and I bet that they can go back with their capital, maybe not even half of them!"

The world's most expensive goods sail from the docks, but you can buy them here at the cheapest prices.

The complex financial routes of Kundia converge here, distribute and circulate, feeding the hungry and thirsty people on the broken coastline of Najrfa.

"Hahaha, then I'm going to be disappointed, after all, I also want to find some opportunities."

Adam laughed loudly, causing several people to glance back.

New faces and perverse manners will make you more dangerous in this land.

【Restaurant LV3】

The vendor was the owner of the shop, and the truck was parked in a narrow side doorway, with support columns jutting into the beach and overhanging the entire building over the water.

【Scorched Squid】

Adam handed over three silver pythons.

The restaurant is a place to eat seriously, and these rich food stalls outside are a place for tired people to reward themselves.

The shirtless boss picked up the shiny butcher's knife, chopped off the tentacles that had protruded from the round hole in the barrel, and swung it twice in the not-so-clear basin of water.

The sizzling sound and the salty smell of the meat wafted from the black iron sheet.

Adam observed for a moment, and suddenly the sound of gears sliding came from overhead, and the moment he looked up, he passed by a pure white pupil the size of a fist.

A giant marine fish with the physique of a griffon, hung on a hook lock, its body stuck through a steel fork.

These traps are scattered on the upper floors of the wharf, and the slaughterhouses are public workshops where orders are taken from fishing boats for the handling of sea beasts at a clear price.

Only then did Adam notice that the fangs of the fat-headed monster fish seemed to be very similar to the grip of the butcher's knife in front of him.

【Rectangular knife】

【Low-level Weapons】

[Damage: 18-27]

[Note: A typical representative of local materials.] 】

"Who designed these things?"

Adam asked with interest.

The vendor owner is exposed to the sea breeze all year round, and his eyes are deep and shiny.

"Huh?"

He tilted his head to avoid the smoke, and snorted impatiently, not even looking at him.

Adam changed his mind with fifty bronze wolves, and the other man cleared his throat and replied without hesitation.

"When a boat floats in the sea, it's always bad to take things. The docks are full of craftsmen, and anyone can use ropes to tie a few confident knots and make something simple and practical. ”

He leaned his neck and mouthed Nunu, a group of laborers who were carrying in the distance.

"The old man in the slaughterhouse designed this zipline, and when it was no longer a secret, everyone began to erect branches on it to transport goods for themselves, and now it has become a net."

The boss danced the butcher's knife again, and slashed the tentacles in the middle.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that there were bone-like spikes hidden in those twisted and churning limbs.

The edge of the blade swims in it, moving under the slightly charred skin, removing it nimbly and skillfully.

Shabu was topped with two layers of viscous brown sauce and sprinkled with some dry and hard lime-like powder, and it was brought to Adam.

He twitched his nose and smelled at least six or more spices, instantly deciding that the money was well spent.

"Outlander, huh? Tsk, some people can't look at their own goods, and they will flow to the market and be picked up and bought by us. ”

The boss approached with pity.

"Be careful, young man. I'm not trying to scare you, everything here is especially cheap, including your head. ”

Adam chewed and licked it, and the fragrant barbecue was chewy.

But his demeanor and expression had already been expressed, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

If the boss knew that this guy in front of him had a kingdom bounty on him, he might not talk much.

……

"Cripple!"

Humpty Dumpty hears the call.

Slowly, he leaned through the side door, his eyes constantly searching for the figure of a young man.

"I want to give this money to my mother-in-law, and I can't buy your gluttonous goods that can't fill your stomach."

The boss scoffed and pointed to the remaining half of the tentacles.

"That guy is gone, it's for you. Unfortunately, he didn't heed my warning, and now he is probably being taken away as a catch.

Would you like to ask someone? I hope I can receive the body before I throw it into the sea. ”

The vendor touched the brass ring on his beard, squinted and thought for a moment, but did nothing, picked up the tentacle and turned away.

Stay away from the backlit streets here.

Adam's cheeks were swollen and chewing sounded – it was definitely a food to enjoy.

He crouched by a fairly clean pool of water, washing his oil-stained hands.

Ruined walls, diamond-shaped stone bricks, rotten wooden planks and iron tags, all the places that the eye can touch, have been carved with various messages with knives.

It's an amazing sight.

People of different levels of identity can filter out what they need from it.

If you know enough, you can analyze one tragic story after another full of accidents and intrigue from the traces and blood spots.