Early in the morning, the roaring sound of steam engines rolled in. No one was surprised; this was the Port of Venice, the largest trading port of the New Holy Roman Empire, where triple-digit numbers of ships came and went daily.
Here, the roaring of steam engines had become a part of people's lives. Workers had already gathered at the docks, waiting for ships to dock.
Life was tough, in an age where production capacity was limited, and filling one's stomach was not an easy task.
Arno was an ordinary dockworker who had been working here for three years, his youthful dreams worn away by reality. He had thought about making his fortune overseas several times, but thinking of his wife and children, he eventually gave up the idea.
The work on the docks was exhausting and bitter, requiring a lot of physical strength. Those who could not carry a hundred and eighty kilograms didn't belong here.
