In this private marina, one can smell all kinds of strange mixed air. The smell of turpentine, fishy, mustard, black lead, grenade oil, combined with the stench of the urine jar that has just been poured in the morning, mixes into a bad rhapsody. The average person who takes a puff will make their brains feel dizzy, except for those who live here all year round.

"Awful," Oak Fist, in his tan burqa, whipped his nose and grumbled softly.

All night yesterday, they had been playing hide-and-seek with the vigilante teams in King's Landing: from the Grand Bazaar, run by Desert Elf immigrants in the Harbor Trade District, to the wooden fence of Camel Easy, to Tavern Street near the anchorage......

As it was almost dawn, they crossed the Minato Alley ahead of the last night patrol and came to the commercial area known as the "Slaughterhouse."

Yes, it's also a business district, but it's not the kind of industry that is owned by the Scales of Eternal Order. As a result, like many industries run by Ramsay's homegrown chamber of commerce, the slaughterhouse is rife with chaos and disorder. They can't rely on sufficient manpower, material resources, and material resources to build an orderly order like that behemoth.

Luckily, King's Landing is known for being "eclectic".

The owners of the Ramsay Chamber of Commerce are usually able to find suitable outlets for their goods in the city. However, their business districts are often only capable of running a single industry.

They can't be as involved in all areas as the large commercial districts managed by the Scales of Eternal Order. And with the exception of the local chamber of commerce's own employees, few people are willing to come here and sell their labor.

In this great, expanding city, people have more opportunities than any other city-state in Ramsay. Becoming an employee of the industry under the Eternal Order Scale Chamber of Commerce is more in line with everyone's expectations.

"It seems that you don't know much about this place. ”

The two mules step on the cobblestone pavement covered with thick plaster, and the hooves always make a clicking sound when they come into contact with the ground. Hearing Oak Fist's whispered complaints, Namen, who was driving the wide tail van, chuckled and said as if to be playful.

"How?"

"I've been to King's Landing several times, and each time I've tried to walk around the city rather than stay in a small area of comfort," Namen glanced at Oak Fist, where they met at the Devil's Stomach, the oldest tavern on Anchorage Bar Street. Many people rumored that the big boss behind that tavern was a high-ranking member of the Scales Chamber of Commerce of Eternal Order.

Immediately afterward, Namen continued, "Originally, there was a Drapole Tavern here. He pointed to a blacksmith shop around the corner, "but it didn't work." Formerly this place was called the 'Slaughterhouse', because there were many workshops on the docks for the slaughter of whales and other pests. However, those places are now turned into processing factories for whale oil candles, whalebone and baleen crafts. ”

As he spoke, he put his palms to his ears as if he were listening. "Do you hear that? That's the crash of a mallet. There is a small cooperage in the area, which specializes in making the barrels used to hold blubber fat. ”

The dwarf investigator, who had been silent all along, heard Namen's explanation, and involuntarily interjected at this time: "Is it because the Eternal Order Scale Chamber of Commerce thinks that the slaughtering dock pollutes the environment and damages the city's appearance, so it is ordered to rectify it?"

He said it half-lying on the seat of the wide tail van, and the exoskeleton camouflage was still on the outside of his body. It's just that this delicate item produced in Dwarf Island didn't have time to lubricate last night, so it didn't run smoothly today. As a result, Abrost could only make him lie half-reclining on a soft leather seat, and rarely moved.

Namen knew the doubts behind his words. One of the biggest customers of this slaughterhouse controlled by the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce is Dwarf Island. Ramsay humans don't use much whale products, only alchemists need a certain amount of blubber, while dwarf island needs a lot of smokeless candles and lube made of blubber. And whale baleen and whalebone are also highly sought after there.

A hundred and ten years ago, the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce also had a similar slaughterhouse on Dwarf Island. Because the gnomes don't want to do the dirty work that stains their hands with blood and animal entrails, they hire some Ramsay Chamber agents to work for them.

However, due to the expansion of this livelihood, the lives of the residents of Dwarf Island were affected. As a result, the Steam Council issued a demolition order, allowing many chambers of commerce, including the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, to move out of Dwarf Island.

They can only slaughter from their own bases on some small islands, far from the dwarf island, which only buys manufactured products from it on a regular basis. This trade lasted for many years, and it was only interrupted for a while more than a decade after the sudden return of the emperor and the rampant monster army that all the chambers of commerce connected to the dwarf island were attacked.

Later, he fled to Ramsay's Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce to resume employment. Originally, they were still slaughtered on the shore of King's Landing. However, thanks to the cooperation with the U-san merchant immigrants, they learned the knowledge of long-distance voyages, more efficient production techniques, and bought large sailing ships through the U-sangs. The Trade Winds Chamber's fleet began to shift to an efficient mode of production in which distant-water fishing, slaughtering on ships, and bringing only semi-processed raw materials back to port. With these advantages, they managed to defeat several other competitors and became the leader in the Ramsay plane whale products industry.

So, after hearing the gnome investigator's question, Namen laughed silently—he didn't need to teach the other party the logic of business competition—and he just replied dumbly, "Perhaps, but this slaughterhouse has a stake in the Usan." The U-Sang merchants were the most obedient when it came to the scales of Eternal Order, and they never dared to shield anyone who committed a crime in King's Landing, even if they had a stake in it. And because of this, this area is the 'dark light' of the Public Security Bureau. ”

"Can we get out of the city from here, then?" Oak Fist glanced around, and saw a few pairs of eyes inside some of the buildings, looking at their pickup truck disguised as upside-down whale products. He snapped his fingers lightly and performed a magic trick to cut off the conversation between himself and the others, "We originally planned to leave with a fishing boat, but there were too many patrols near the anchorage yesterday. You brought us to this slaughterhouse, is there a way to take it...... That 'cargo' is looking for a ship to go to sea?"