night had fallen.
Harutf Harbor, seventh Pier Street.
Compared to other places, the lights here were in full swing.
A large number of dock workers were moving valuable goods back and forth.
even though rare grade items such as storage bracelets and rings had already appeared.
However, the large number of goods being transported by such a merchant ship was obviously not something that could be accommodated by the space of a small number of extraordinary storage equipment.
at the entrance of the seventh pier.
"dada dada dada!"
one of the carriages stopped and left.
on the side of the road, gugne, who was wearing a gray cloak with his head covered under the hood, glanced at the busy dock.
the winter season had already passed, and spring was the most lively time for sailing. there were already a large number of maritime merchants who had begun to trade maritime goods.
