Wolf's heart, Sunken Pond Bay.

As one of only two harbor cities in the Wolf's Heart Kingdom, the docklands are always busy. Every day, many merchants from the interior would send their goods to sell to other countries on ships, or exchange them directly from the sea merchants for what they needed, so the docks were also quite like a large bazaar, with everything from furs to slaves.

White sat bored in his carriage, listening to the chatter of the laborers beside the carriage and looking in the direction of the sea.

Since the war between Hermes and the Grey Castle, the mission of the churches to send orphans to the Holy City has also been suspended, and he has lost the largest amount of extra money he earns. But worse is yet to come, the kingdom order overthrown by the church has not been restored by the end of the war, and the local lords have continued to clash with each other, and coachmen like him, who rely on car dealers to make a living, have basically lost a stable source of income, and have to come to Shenchi Bay to find a new livelihood.

Although the prosperity of this place has also been affected to a certain extent, fortunately, the lords have fought for power, and the pursuit of enjoyment has not been left behind. Coupled with the fact that the main road across Kagoyama was controlled by the Tolkien family, the other lords relied more on sea transportation for the luxury goods they wanted, so that the city still maintained its pre-war prosperity.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Baron Shenchiwan has always insisted on neutrality.

White also chose this location for stability reasons.

He's old and doesn't want to run around anymore.

After a few more sales, you can buy a house in the outer city, and when the time comes, you should be able to get by.

"Uncle, haven't you got a job today?" Suddenly, a young laborer laughed and climbed into his car.

"Go, go, I don't have anything to do with you," White waved his hand like a fly, "don't just get into my car, you can't afford to break the axle." ”

"Don't say that, I'm only more than the goods, just look here. The latter patted his open belly, then lay down in the carriage, picked up the straw at the bottom of the pad, put it in his mouth, and looked around, "What did you transport last time? Why is there a sour smell in it?"

"If you don't go down, I'm going to beat you. "White doesn't have a good air, this guy doesn't have a name, and the other laborers call him a clever ghost, and he doesn't know where he is clever. The two have nothing to do with each other, they are purely busy working on the same dock and have taken a few photos.

"Just your prosthetic leg that hurts so much that it hurts when it rains?" said the other party nonchalantly, "It seems that it is going to rain again, and your bones are aching faintly now, right?"

White couldn't help choking, when the hell was this nasty little ghost-

"Hehe, don't stare at me like you're going to eat people, I'm here to help you find work. The clever ghost spread his hands and said, "There are so many goods to be transported on a ship, and you are old, and you can't squeeze others, so you naturally earn less." ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"It's very simple, my brothers can help you grab a good position, it's much more useful than you do it alone, are you interested?"

"Well, you're not going to be in vain. White chirped.

"The cost of shipping is very fair. The clever ghost smiled.

He fell silent for a moment. At this time, the sky overhead was a little overcast, and the sea breeze was whirring from the corners of the clothes, and it was obvious that a heavy rain was coming. If a ship arrives at this time, it will be really difficult for him to snatch business from the rest of his peers - the prosthetic leg is both an obstacle for itself and a reason for the employer to screen him out.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the clever ghost snapped his fingers, "Since you don't refuse, then I'll let you agree." ”

"You helped...... I'm not alone, am I?" White glared after a moment.

"Ahem, if everyone can line up, we can save a lot of work, right?" The clever ghost deliberately skipped over, "I said, uncle, can't you replace the straw with a cloth mat in this car?" The most valuable goods in Sunken Pond Bay are perfume in addition to the chaotic drink of the fjord, although the people who buy are nobles, and they usually bring their own carriages, but no one will encounter an accident, and there will always be a time when they need to add a car. And your car stinks, even if we help you get a good spot, the employer won't necessarily agree......"

Glancing at the guy who was talking eloquently, White suddenly understood the reason why the other party was called a clever ghost, but he was not a vegetarian when he was alive, "By the way, didn't you ask me what I pulled last time?"

"Huh?"

"Cow dung is used as firewood. He said slowly, "Although they have all been dried, it is normal for some residue to be left after being wet. ”

The clever ghost's face suddenly froze, turned his head and spit out the straw in his mouth, and lay on the frame and coughed dryly.

Cut, after all, it's just a hairy little ghost. White snorted through his nostrils, looked at the sea again, and froze in place.

I saw several three-masted ships appear at the end of the field of vision, slowly heading towards Sunken Pond Bay. Each of them was a large ship of the Fjord Chamber of Commerce's flagship class, with a mainmast of nearly ten feet, and a flag with a gold background and black border fluttering on the top of the mast, which was not the emblem of any of the Chamber of Commerce that he was familiar with.

But whatever, as long as there is a ship, there is business, which one to pull goods for is not pulling? And if he comes to three ships at a time, even if he does not ask these laborers for help, he should be able to receive one or two truckloads of goods.

White flipped off the frame, unleashed his horse two or three times, and was about to lead his mount to the unloading area when the clever ghost suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes.

"Hey...... Something doesn't seem right. ”

Anything could be wrong, White turned his head impatiently—and the sight left him dumbfounded.

Behind the three ships, there are many masts that are being revealed, and the raised sails are faintly connected, forming a "white wall" on the sea.

"Oh my God......"

When the gray-black hulls came into view, almost covering the original appearance of the sea, White tried to count how many ships were coming at first, but when he counted to fifty, he found that his eyes could no longer keep up with the speed of the ships. 100 to 200...... No, I'm afraid it's much more!

There were many huge three-masted ships, but more often than not, white smoke paddle steamers—he had seen them a few times a few times before they had seen them in a single slate, but now they appeared so many at once that it was more than he could have imagined. He swore that even the sailors who lived in the harbor had never seen such a large fleet!

The others in the harbor also noticed this incredible sight, and the traders, sailors, and laborers all involuntarily put down their work and watched with bated breath as the vast fleet approached.

The noisy dock was quiet.

As the ship approached, the fluttering flag became clearer and clearer—on the gold background, White faintly saw the insignia in the form of a tall spear. All ships fly the same flag, and when hundreds of emblems are unfurled in the wind to form a new sea antenna, anyone can feel the majesty contained in them.

The Clever Ghost gasped.

"Is this ...... The Banner of the Grey Keep?"

White muttered in disbelief, "What do you mean...... King of the Grey Keep, here?"

Since there were simply no more large ships in Sunken Pond Bay, most of the ships lowered their sails outside the harbor, and ten steamships sailed straight into the harbor.

As soon as they landed, a group of people in uniforms of the same color poured out of the gangplank, quickly assembled in several columns on the trestle, and entered the pier in unison. These people were expressionless, with a chilling glint in their eyes, like seasoned warriors, but they were completely devoid of the kind of unruly and ostentatious that was exposed.

White swallowed, he had never seen such a procession, but he felt a genuine fear in his heart, and he knew that he was not alone—these outsiders soon took over every trestle, but none of them dared to object to it.

White realized that the fleet was never here to do business.

The atmosphere on the pier seemed to freeze.

The clouds in the sky were also getting lower and lower.