The southern coastline of the continent of Cundia is fragmented.

The archipelago and reef form a natural hotbed of sin, and the mountains shield it from justice and the Kingdom's accountability.

The waterways were extensive, the freight wharves grew like mold, the ships were more active than the tide insects, and after the horse-drawn carriages were emptied, the laborers began to march deeper into the mainland.

But this kind of non-money, generally speaking, is a small scene.

Like Anton Weisen's round-trip cargo ship.

As soon as they left the cargo area and crossed a particular strait, they were basically the sphere of influence of the kingdom or lord.

If you go out, it's completely different!

Sailors are not like laborers, they are mercenaries, killers, dangerous people with steel knives or hidden poisons.

Only in this way can those valuable items be safely sent to all parts of the world.

Huge ships full of tanks leave the docks every day, horse-drawn wagon-sized anchors splash water, and the countless landing pads used for passage are often overcrowded.

The magnates who hunt for beauty, the prisoners who escape from prison, the mercenaries who take vacations, and the bandits who survive the winter......

The smugglers put them on ships and gathered at the docks from far and wide from the known world.

Roulette runs its way through glittering casinos, contraband is traded in damp and dark alleyways, blood dripping in sunlit corners......

Strength and connections become the key factors for survival, and wealth and status can be exchanged for this factor!

This is the end of Hangena's southern territory, and in fact the local villages and warlords may never have seen Lord Arnold or any of his armies.

Borders overlap in a haphazard manner, and countless forces are packing a corner of their maps into their pockets.

In fact, because of the relationship between the distance and the terrain, it has long been a place outside the law.

"Ah, good thing, really."

The middle-aged vendor jumped out of the driver's seat and rummaged for a moment in the bloodied roll-on carriage on the side of the road.

The sound of cursing could be heard into the night.

Apparently someone had already explored it in advance, and now they could only touch a few green fruits hidden in the mud.

He's not tall, and if you don't look at that fat tripe, he should be a burly type, and he also has a seaweed-colored fluorescent frog.

"Oh, you should try this kind of thing, it was transported from the northwest, as long as you change hands and take a boat, a few can sell more than two silver pythons, which is a rarity that only restaurants in big towns provide!"

The vendor handed the green fruit to the container.

The young man sitting on it reached out and took it, rubbed it lightly on the decent coat and put it in his mouth.

"Ahh

He reacted, and then he rubbed twice on the unrecognizable mix-and-match costume under the thick beard bound by the steel ring.

"My mother-in-law always reminds me to pay attention to hygiene, but when I work outside, how can I always worry about this kind of thing, you say?

Oh, and is it convenient to ask your identity? ”

"I ......"

"Okay, I can guess, hehe, if you dare to tell me, it's enough!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand in reply, spitting the kernel on the dead corpse, which had burst open his chest and fur seals, making him the unlucky runner among the runners.

The vendors themselves have just experienced something similar.

But God opened his eyes, maybe it was the effect of the last worship of the bird god, and the young gentleman with the sword blade in his hand came out and cut all the monsters into soup ingredients.

"You're awesome, and you're so beautiful in clothes, you must be a good guy in the army."

"Well, that's right, I should have a future in Taiganda."

Adam rested on his gloved arm, chewing on the sour fruit, and watched the huge beast figure flying away in the night.

Wail~

He tilted his head back and met a pair of squinting eyes.

【Fluorescent Frog (Adult)】

[One of the pets often kept by the runners, it is a beacon monster that travels at night.] 】

A frog the size of half a head is lying on its stomach on the edge of the wooden frame, and as its cheeks rise, the two balls as thin as cicada's wings will gradually light up.

The middle-aged vendor suddenly sighed, as if he was touched by Adam's "originally" memory.

"I also worked under a certain captain, and that was a good job for a real man to make money, and I suspect that the woman is showing off to me...... Hey, let's not mention those. ”

"Is your captain retired, why don't you keep doing it?"

Bang, Bang, Bang.

The middle-aged man knocked the prosthetic leg, and his expression was already self-deprecating for many years.

"The captain of the ship is doomed to die on the water from the day he lifts anchor, and the young generation of these days always like to gather on the shoreline to fight openly and secretly, but forget that the abyss never forgives the disrespectful."

He grinned, sneering, and teased the frog a few times with his mud-stained fingers.

"Every once in a while, the tide of death would come without warning, and the water level would reach near the knees, and the colorful snakes or sea monsters would rush to the docks.

Hehehe. ”

The vendor laughed sadly.

"But they just don't have a long memory, and they ignore these warnings, thinking that like most of history, it's just a petty fight, young gentleman, and it is said that Kraken has made an appearance in the south!"

Adam came interested, a legendary term.

"Someone has seen it, or what's going on......"

"Not really, it is said that tentacles came out of the sea, crushed most of the docks, and smashed them onto land, killing several captains who had the power to speak."

The middle-aged man was fascinated by what he said, adding a lot of unbearable plots.

Adam laughed cooperatively, and after a few clichés, he could barely summarize the situation on the port side.

The entire coastline resembles an extremely narrow strip of city, divided by a bay or cliff break to form different areas.

The land and sea areas of the port are considered public, and the rules are set by the captain who has real power.

Half a month has passed since that much-talked-about turmoil, and the whole region is recovering, and the struggle is becoming more and more intense.

The death of the captain led to the decline of power, and the originally fixed quota of goods was vacated.

Now that the tables have been emptied, the shock of the ocean upheaval has been diluted by interests and markets, and the land is in the transition stage of re-licensing.

The kingdoms whose territories contain waterways have their eyes set on here.

They didn't have the strength to cross mountains or oceans, and risk having their claws chopped off by their rivals to take over the place entirely, but ambition and money drove countless smiling tigers to take their seats.

As long as the sailboats and docks are rebuilt, the ocean will still be open to human traffic, and the catch that will feed the entire world will still be packed.

It also remains one of the most storied, well-connected commercial hubs on the continent of Cundia.

"So it should have a name, right?"

Adam asked, puzzled.

The vendor was stunned at first, and then raised his eyebrows.

"You're such an outsider, after all, people who are familiar with the rules of the area tend to only report the name of a specific area, such as the Mocking Bay where you are going, and there are now more than three captains."

The middle-aged man had a serious face.

"Vicky Shipbuilding Gorge, Wind Weeping Cliffs, Dark Hook Reef Group......

Tsk, these places have captains in charge, each region has its own forces and rules, and no one has the ability and courage to rule the entire territory.

If you ask the name of the coastline, hehe.

Those who have no identity will be ridiculed as ignorant fools. If it is a local captain or first officer, it will be considered ambitious and will be targeted by many forces! ”

Adam nodded and jotted down the place names.

The vendor thought he was thoroughly amused, and laughed with satisfaction, buttoning the hair that had grown out of his nostrils.

"If I have to say, this coastline really has a very old name. My old captain, who died holding a powder keg, once showed off to the girl, and I wrote it down.

Hiss, scream, I think about it.

Najr Fa! ”