Half a month later, in the southern coastal waters of the wood Wyrm continent.
Today's sea situation was very good. A steam trawler which was emitting black smoke was working on the sea. With the shouts of the sailors, the big net of the trawler was put away by the capstan on the ship.
An experienced sailor was smoking a tobacco pipe while controlling a capstan and gazing at the stern. Given the tightening strength of the steel rope and the difficulty of the capstan, experienced sailors could already judge the harvest of this net.
When the net had been half-closed, the sailor couldn't stand revealing a smile as he turned around and shouted to the boatman who was steering the ship, " we'll definitely have a big harvest this time. Boss, we have to give red packets to them when we go back!
