In the morning, when the first rays of light in the eastern sky poured down on the undulating rooftops of the Grey Iron Harbor, the ancient town finally woke up from last night's dream to welcome the start of a new day.

Flocks of white doves soared into the sky, hovering in the cool air, skimming over the squares of the houses, skimming the poor streets, catching up with the bright light, chasing the ethereal bells, and crossing the pointed towers of the churches. In an instant, the majestic harbour wharf was revealed before them, and as far as the eye could see, the mile-long causeway stretched out like a giant arm in the harbor of the great river. On the calm waters, there were a number of cargo ships and boats, and the masts with the mainsails were like spears in the hands of the soldiers on the battlefield, standing upright and pointing to the sky.

Outside the harbor, on the river that is so vast that there is no eye to see, the mist that has not yet dissipated settles and undulates, and is pushed by the rushing river to sway out of a psychedelic miasma. They are getting lighter and lighter, and it seems that the rising sun that gushes out awakens everything and gives life to everything.

The wharf gradually became lively, and countless sailors, merchants, donors, porters, and local coolies who made a living flocked here. In different accents, shouting or directing, they carried truckloads of cargo wrapped in layers into the hold or unloaded at the docks.

There is no high status, no family background, and people of different costumes are mixed together, some want to sail out of the harbor before other ships and earn a good fortune, and some want to load the goods into the wagons as soon as possible and embark on the road of trade in all directions.

In the midst of this hectic atmosphere, the situation today is a little different. Many captains, merchants, and even sailors and coolies, who were busy with their own work, unconsciously secretly looked in the same direction. There, dozens of sailors were unloading cargo from dozens of horses, shouting the loudest slogans, loading boxes of food onto a cargo ship docked on the shore.

On top of one of the carriages, a tall, thin man was waving his arms and loudly commanding the sailors who were carrying the goods. Anyone who is even a little familiar with the Gray Iron Port will be surprised to find that this man is actually Gapoli, the owner of the "Brass Helm Tavern"! For the sake of the main god, this big man in the Gray Iron Port will come to deliver the goods to people in person! Moreover, with that hoarse energy, it is almost no different from that of an ordinary merchant!

But when they set their eyes on the cargo ship, everyone understood, and of course, everyone was excited! The slender hull, the tall brigs, the dark yellow wood that precipitated the power of time, and the crimson flag that fluttered at the top! It would not be wrong, it was the Riptide Warrior, the flagship of the Gray Iron Port Legbu!

How many years has it been since I saw this beautiful brig? How many years have I not seen Legb on the dock in the morning? When that familiar figure appeared again at the door of the warehouse, everyone, yes, everyone fell into complete madness!

What a boast it would be if we could sail out of the harbor before Legb! All the captains of the ships leaving the harbor on the whole dock showed their most hideous side at the same time, as if they had been burned their sails! They threw off their coats and stood on the deck and roared loudly, while the sailors and laborers who were in charge of the carriage sprang up as if they were desperate, their legs as if they had broken free from the ground, and the cargo on their shoulders, well, they simply flew straight into the air!

The tax collector, who was standing on the outermost side, swallowed hard as he watched the battlefield-like scene. "Quick! get to the harbor hall! Drag those guys who aren't on duty!" he said to the lieutenant next to him, "damn it, the sooner the better!"

The adjutant scratched his head in some confusion. "This ...... Is it necessary, sir?"

"Haven't you noticed, it won't be long before the crowd of people who pay taxes and leave the port will crowd in front of you and me!" the tax collector roared and pointed at his feet, "Do you want to die of exhaustion!

"Yes, yes, sir!" the adjutant replied with a pale face, and hurried to the port hall in the square in front of the port.

Before he could get far, the voice of the tax collector came from behind. "By the way, bring some guards! hell, I don't want to die here for those pitiful salaries!" he said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and the docks were getting more and more chaotic. "The Lord God is above, how many crazy scenes like this have not been seen in ......"

On the other side, Gapoli on the roof of the carriage had taken off his coat, and even his snow-white scarf had turned into a rag to wipe away sweat. "Pull those damned sheep aside, load the goods first and then the livestock, do you expect them to stand in line honestly!" he cried out to the sailors, "for the sake of the Lord God! Hurry! Hurry up! If I had been so slow in my youth, I would have been thrown out into the streets!"

Although Gapoli's elegant image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, it does not mean that this self-made "brass helmer" boss is a gentle figure. In the distance, Legb waved his arms vigorously. "How many more?!" he asked aloud.

"Two cars! There are only two cars left!" replied Gapoli quickly, and Legb gave a thumbs up, pleased with the current pace.

On the side of the ship, more than a dozen figures shouted slogans to cheer on the sailors below. Thomas, Kull, Aemond, and Solam's men, their faces flushed with excitement, and even the loud roars brought out a hoarse crack. Even old Sean stood aside and smiled at the lively scene in front of him.

At the bow of the boat, Tandela pushed Sovereign, who was in a wheelchair, was looking at the river in the distance, and next to him stood Solam and Orr Kane. Savanna hadn't spoken much since he woke up, but his eyes were empty and unfocused, as if nothing could arouse his interest, a situation that worried Tandra.

Sovereign turned his head to the side. "Dungeon...... Medium, medium ...... It's you, too?......" His voice was hoarse, and the stinging pain in his throat made him have to stop and soothe it, "What...... Do it?...... Why, ?......"

Soram tapped his fingers lightly on the railing, still wearing a hooded cape, seemingly inexplicably resistant to the sun. "Of course it's me, but it's by this thing. As he spoke, he pulled out a bloodless eyeball from under his cloak. Sovereign was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered, isn't this the assassin he met in the Forest of Songs, what he left behind?

"What is this?" Tandra asked in a low voice, frowning.

"Arieu's True Eye! Ancient magical item, I didn't expect to get such a treasure in the Forest of Songs. Solam tossed his eyeball twice in his hand, "If you want to track someone, you just need to drip the other's blood onto the eyeball." It can show you the way, and even magically constructed illusions can't stop its vision. That's why it's called the 'True Eye'. ”

And then ...... Just as I grabbed mine, my ankles...... Got the blood?......" Sovereign asked.

Soram nodded. "Yes, I believe that this little blood is nothing compared to life, is it?" he said playfully, "as for why I saved you? Patience, what you need now is patience......"

Sovereign withdrew his gaze, his voice a somewhat low, cold tone. "Disappointment...... I know, saved me like this...... You guys are disappointed!"

"Veran......" Tandra pressed Soveran's shoulder.

Orr Kane turned around and smiled kindly, the staff in his hand didn't know what to do, it looked like a normal staff. "My Highness, you're still alive, aren't you? Believe me, if you're still alive, there's always hope. His tone was slow, and there was warmth and peace in his voice.

"Hope?......" Sovereign repeated the word in his mind, an inexplicable colic that made him tremble. "Where is the hope?" he kept asking himself, for a waste man who couldn't even hold a glass of water, that cruel fate only carved an incomprehensible despair into his life, as for the enemies in the Oak Palace, as for the unforgettable hatred, even the lover who didn't dare to mention it, it became an untouchable existence, and his own end would only be in the corner of sorrow, suffering for the rest of his life......

A rush of footsteps came from the deck behind him. "Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to inform you that we are about to set sail!" said Legb, in a loud voice.

Soram nodded and turned to meet him. "This is my promise, the reward you deserve. He took out two envelopes and handed them to the other party. Legb's gaze suddenly locked on the two thin envelopes, as if they were priceless existences. But just as he was about to reach out and take it, Soram's wrist flickered, "Think about what you're going to get, my friend, and what you're going to pay for it......"

Legb's palm stopped in the air, his brow furrowed together, as if he were making a fierce trade-off, and finally, he took the envelope firmly. "Yes, I think I've thought it through. ”

"As you wish, my friend......" Solam's voice came from the darkness under the hood, "this is the final payment, and ten in total with the deposit! If you lose it, no one will compensate you......" He raised his palm and handed a few black-glowing coins to Legeb.

"I know that, don't worry!" Legb nodded vigorously, and received the envelope into his chest pocket, then pressed it twice harder.

"Alright, now that we're done, let's go!" said Solam lightly, "I'm looking forward to this voyage! If I'm not mistaken, the last time I was on your ship was decades ago!

"Hahaha......" Legb laughed and continued, "don't worry! Even if I lose my teeth when I'm old! My 'Riptide Warrior' will fly over the river! I mean fly!

At this moment, a loud roar came from the dock, which shocked Legbu's expression. "Captain! I've got the Departure Tax Bill! First! We're the fucking first!" the Riptide Warrior squeezed through the crowd, his arm waving a piece of pink paper in the air.

Legb left Solam and leaned half out of the ship's side. "Well done, old man!" he shouted to the sailors, striking the handrail hard. "Guys! Lift anchor, Raise sails, Let me hear your roars, Let me see the straightened mast, Quick! Quick!

"Drink !!......" The sailors on the Riptide Warrior roared in unison, and everyone rushed to their posts. The huge winch made a series of dull sounds, and the thick iron rope burst out with a click that ignited the blood, little by little, little by little, little by little out of the water, and finally, with a muffled sound, the iron anchor was fixed to the bow of the ship.

The next moment, the roar of the mainsail tearing at everyone's eardrums, and the resilient fabric quickly absorbed the strong wind that swept through the hull, and it was like a giant's slowly straightened shoulders, bulging, as if continuing to infinitely powerful. At that moment, on the watchtower at the top of the mainmast, a sailor mustered all his strength and blew the horn with a red cloth fluttering in his hand!

"Woo woo woo woo ......" The desolate voice was like an eternal war song, instantly flattening all the noise on the dock, stirring, getting farther and farther away! This is the prerogative of the head ship out of the port! Everyone stopped moving, they were watching, listening, as if this sound carried not only the almost legendary experience of Legebu, but also the struggle and life of this ancient port, forever engraved into history.

On the top of the carriage, Gapoli suddenly straightened his arm and stabbed his fist into the air. "In the name of gray iron!!," his roar was high-pitched and loud, flying over a long distance, and falling into Legb's ears.

At the same time, hundreds of fists on the dock were raised into the air together. "In the name of gray iron, break the waves, go ahead!" a loud wave tore through the sky overhead, and they paid the highest salute to Legb, the greatest captain of the port!

"Come on, let's go!" ordered Legb from the stern of the ship. The Riptide Warrior quickly broke away from the dock and sailed towards the vast river in the eyes of everyone. Faster and faster, the sharp corners of the bow of the ship broke through the undulating waves, pushing them to the sides, and ahead, the magnificent morning sun rose higher and higher, and the warm light sprinkled on the surface of the river, leaving a layer of luster flowing like silver scales.

The strong wind that swept across his face swept through Soveland's long hair, and for some reason, the depression in his heart seemed to be soothed a lot. "We ...... Yes, where are you going?......" he asked.

Aemond, who was next to him, laughed and shouted at the stern, "Captain, tell my friend, where are we going......?"

Legb's open shirt showed his muscular pectoral muscles, and his broad knuckle palms firmly grasped the rudder in front of him. "Belém!We're going to the 'Blue Diamond'—Belém!hahaha!" he looked at everything around him, as if there was young blood flowing through his body again, and it was a great feeling!"That's our direction!

Yes, the years may grow old, but dreams are like the channel ahead – never die! )