Soft Maple City staggers, ready to fall off the cliff and fall into a chaotic situation at any time. This shining pearl in the treasure city is getting older and depressed, crazy, full of the stench of social depravity and moral depravity. Even if there is something strange about crawling around the streets and alleys at night, only fools will be surprised.

"In the blue sky and the sun, thunder struck the Mount of Dead Souls. A lightning struck the bronze seal on the tomb of the evil beast, and cut off half of the ban runes. Stone rain fell from the sky. The statues were bleeding. The priests of several temples reported that they found that several animals had been dismantled and escaped after being dismantled, and they were never able to capture them. In the steel fork camp stationed by the city-state garrison troops, the statues of the God of War were upside down. For nine days and nine nights, ten black vultures hovered over the camp fort; one even drove away the eagle that had originally lived on the paper tower..."

In the Beifeng Tavern, there are several mercenaries who are on vacation playing cards and chatting about the rumors they don’t know where they heard. This is their unique holiday entertainment activity. As the security team that the mayor hired for personal safety, they don’t have much time to relax.

The reason why this tavern is called "North Wind" is because it is located north of Soft Maple City, adjacent to the Sea of ​​Pain. As long as winter comes, people in the entire tavern can feel the chilly north wind. Although many people suggest that the tavern owner strengthen the house and at least put two rags on the holes in the walls, Old Bobby has no idea of ​​taking action.

"Hey man, why are you in a hurry? It's still summer now, and a little breeze can't relieve the heat?"

If someone continues to ask, then the old man will probably roll his eyes to the person, then learn from the philosopher's appearance, and use his gray eyes to look out from the window on the side of the bar to see the sea of ​​pain not far away.

"I really don't know what he is watching? What's so good about that sea? I haven't seen enough after watching it for decades?"

Actually, those people are right, the sea of ​​pain is indeed nothing to say.

Offshore merchant ships shuttle through the waterway network connecting Zhucheng, mottled sails dotted with dirty gray-brown water surface. The air at high places is thick and foggy, and even the horizon is difficult to see clearly, but the air close to the water is flowing. There is always a small wind blowing around the coastline, but it never refuses to approach the coast, as if it is avoiding leprosy. Seagulls hovering at high altitude, looking close to their eyes. They look violent, dull and lazy, just like most people in this season.

"This year, we were all serving the despicable and pickled city of Soft Maple, protecting him from harassment from many political enemies, gangsters and local troops with disarray, but in the end we did not get any extra thanks."

The mercenaries sitting in the bar were tired of playing cards, talked about their leisure and anecdotes, and poured two glasses of light beer that tasted less than horse pee, and they started another daily entertainment activity: complaining about the damn weather, the stingy employer, and the hard and low-paying job.

The drinkers who were originally surrounded by them and watched them play cards were also tactfully scattered elsewhere. Because complaints were the fuse, beer was the ignition agent, and it was impossible to tell when the powder keg would ignite emotions. Old boxing, knife, it is said that the group of mercenaries had a few wizards who could play "ghost tricks". They had a temper and could turn people into flounder.

"Oh, what the hell is that?" Old Bobby, who was standing behind the bar, was surprised. Everyone's attention was attracted by his throat, and he looked at the sea of ​​pain outside the Beifeng Bar in the direction of his finger.

It was a big ship, super big and huge.

It was turning over the headland and moving closer to the dock on the shore. The giant beast was huge and clumsy, dwarfing the dhows around it. The wind-filled black sail raised a blue dragon head in the center, its eyes were red, and the flames were leaping behind the broken teeth. There was also a circle of shiny silver bands around the pattern.

"This ship is too big," a mercenary muttered, "A ship of this size will definitely fall apart when it comes to big winds and waves."

"Why? How did you know?" his companion asked in detail.

"I disappeared on the boat and had some tricks, and I knew something about the boat," the mercenary's tone dispelled the other people's desire to continue asking questions.

After all, they are all mercenaries, and many mercenaries have their own secrets of the past that they want to keep. This team of bastards from all over the world is tied to a rope all by relying on their past experience of fighting side by side and current situation. It is not surprising that they have such an idea.

"If you have reinforced it with spells instead of simply using fish-scale boat plates, asphalt and rusty iron nails to deal with it, then it is no surprise that such a large ship is." Sure enough, there is a mage among the mercenaries who came to play cards. When it comes to their professional field, they can't help but reveal a certain kind of conceit that only "professionals" have.

While the mercenaries were still watching and guessing what kind of cargo might be unloaded on them, the big ship had already reached the berth. Its huge body directly occupied the berth of twenty sloops (near them, those poor little guys could be considered sampans).

Unlike ordinary offshore merchant ships, there is no oar on both sides of this big ship, but there is something like a chimney on the stern part of the ship, constantly spitting out black smoke. After docking for a long time, the chimney stopped spitting out black smoke. The person who received the giant ship was not an ordinary registrant, but the tax officer and port commissioner with the largest official title at the dock.

It seemed that he thought that only some big men were worthy of this big ship. This businessman who came to Soft Maple City called him the king of the docks that "vampire" or "jagged". When he ran out of his office and stood on the shore quietly waiting for the big men to land, he seemed very nervous and involuntarily took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

On the deck of the ship, there was a team of tall sailors. They were all wearing shark-skin-tanned armor and holding uniform two-handed weapons. Without the captain's order, these people would not have taken any action without authorization.
Chapter completed!