The southern coastline of Kundia is fragmented.

The archipelago and reefs form natural breeding grounds of sin, and mountains block justice and kingdom accountability.

The waterways are well connected, and the freight terminals grow wildly like mold. The ships passing by are more active than tideworms. After clearing the carriage, workers begin to march deep into the mainland.

But if you don’t make money, generally speaking, you will walk in small scenes.

Just like the Anton Vison round-trip cargo ship.

They just left the cargo area and then passed through a specific strait, which was basically the sphere of influence of the kingdom or lord.

It's completely different if you go out!

Sailors are not wise men like laborers. They are mercenaries, killers, dangerous elements with steel knives or hidden weapons and poisons.

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

On the dock, giant ships filled with boxes and cans leave the port every day, and the iron anchors of the carriage will splash, and countless landing boards used for traffic are often overcrowded.

The powerful and powerful who hunted for beauty, the prisoners who escaped from prison, the mercenaries who took vacation, and the bandits who survived winter...

Smugglers sent them onto the ship and gathered from all directions of the known world to the dock.

Roulette is running in the magnificent casino, forbidden goods are traded in the wet and dark alleys, and blood is ticking in the corners where the sun is too sunny...

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

This is the end of the southern territory of Hangna, and in fact the local villages and warlords may never have seen Lord Arnold or any army under his command.

The border lines overlap here in a mess, and countless forces are taking a corner into their own maps.

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

"Ah, good stuff, really."

The middle-aged vendor jumped out of the driver's seat and searched for a moment in the overturned carriage with blood on the roadside.

Curses came into the night.

Obviously, someone has explored it in advance, and now he can only touch a few green fruits hidden in the mud.

He is not tall, and if he doesn't look at the fat tripe, he should be a burly type and also has a seaweed-colored fluorescent frog.

"Oh, you should try this kind of thing. It is transported from the northwest. Just take a boat ride and you can sell more than two silver pythons. It is a rare thing that only restaurants in big towns provide!"

The vendor handed the green fruit to the cargo box.

The young man leaning on it reached out to take it, wiped it slightly on the decent coat and put it into his mouth.

"Ah, that's right!"

He realized that he immediately rubbed the thick beard of the steel ring, under the thick beard that was tied up, and the mixed clothing that was not distinguished from its true colors.

"My wife always reminds me to be careful of hygiene, but when working outside, how can I always think of such things? You think so?

Oh, is it convenient to ask about your identity?"

"I……"

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

The middle-aged man waved his hand to refuse and spit the pit on the dead body - the rotten corpse and the sea dog broke open his chest and became the unlucky among the runners.

The vendor himself has just encountered something similar.

But God opened his eyes. Perhaps it was because of the last time that worshipping the swan and bird god, the young gentleman holding the sword blade came out and cut all the monsters into raw materials for soup and miscellaneous materials.

"You are so good at it, and your clothes are so beautiful, so you must be a good player in the army."

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

Adam, wearing gloves, chewed the sour fruit while looking at the huge beast shadow flying away in the night.

Qu ~

He tilted his head in the sound and looked at a pair of squint eyes.

【Fluorescent Frog (Adult)】

[One of the pets that runners often keep is a beacon monster that travels at night.]

A frog with half a head size was lying beside the wooden frame. As the cheeks fluttered, the two balls as thin as cicada wings would gradually illuminate.

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

"I also worked under a captain, and that was a good job for real men to make money. I suspect that the woman was showing off her... Oh, for sure, 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 fake leg, and his expression was open-minded who had been self-deprecating for many years.

"From the day the captain started to be destined to die on the water. Nowadays, young people always like to gather on the coastline to fight openly and secretly, but forget the abyss and never forgive those who are disrespectful."

He grinned, smiled and sarcastically, and his fingers covered in mud teased the frog a few times.

"Every time, the dead tide will come without warning, the horizontal plane will flood near the knees, and the colorful snakes or sea monsters will rush up the dock without any chance.

Hahaha.”

The vendor smiled sinisterly.

"But they just don't have a good memory. They ignore these warnings and think that like most of the history, they are just small-scale fights. The young gentleman, it is said that Claken has appeared in the south!"

Adam became interested, this is a legendary noun.

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

"That's not. It is said that tentacles stretched out from the sea, crushing most of the docks and hitting the land, killing several captains with great say."

The middle-aged man was fascinated by the words and added many unscrupulous plots.

However, Adam laughed very cooperatively, and after several clichés, he could barely summarize the situation at the port.

The entire coastline is like an extremely narrow striped city, divided by a bay or cliff cutter to form different areas.

The land and sea areas of the port are both public, and the rules are formulated by the captain who holds real power.

Half a month has passed since the turmoil of discussion, the entire region is recovering, and the struggle is becoming increasingly fierce in both open and secret.

The death of the captain led to the decline of power, and the originally fixed commodity quotas were vacant.

Now that the gambling table has been cleared, the shock of the ocean's drastic changes has been diluted by interests and the market, the land is in the handover stage of re-issue.

The kingdoms that contain waterways in the territory are all set here.

They had no energy to cross mountains or oceans, and risked the risk of being chopped off by their competitors to completely capture the place, but their ambitions and money drove countless smiling tigers to come and sit down.

As long as those sailing boats and docks are rebuilt, the ocean will still be allowed to pass by humans, and the catches that are enough to support the entire world will still be packaged.

This is still the most legendary and well-connected commercial hub on Kundia.

"So it should have a name, right?"

Adam asked in confusion.

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

"You are such an outsider. After all, guys who are familiar with local rules often only report specific regional names, such as the Burgundy Bay you are going to, and now there are more than three captains."

The middle-aged man has a serious face.

"Vicy's shipbuilding gorge, the wind cries the cliff, the dark hooks and spikes reefs...

Tsk tsk, there are captains in charge of these places, and each area has its own power and rules, and no one has the ability or courage to dominate the entire territory.

If you ask the name of the coastline, hehe.

Those who have no status will be ridiculed as ignorant idiots. If they are the local captain or first mate, they will be considered ambitious and will be targeted by many forces!"

Adam nodded and wrote down these place names.

The vendor thought he was completely tactful, so he smiled with satisfaction, and buckled the hair that grew nostrils.

"If I had to say it, this coastline really has a very ancient name. My old captain who died in a gunpowder barrel once showed off to a girl, and I wrote it down.

Hiss, scream, I think about it.

Nagilfa!”
Chapter completed!