The very dirty shore of the gulf became very crowded with the presence of a group from the Uttara Kingdom. However, the crowd was not like what happened in other areas before.
The low-class people who were active in the gulf had to stop their activities, even those who resisted would be directly beaten by the royal soldiers who accompanied the group.
It took three large ships to carry the group, and they would cross from the north to the south of the gulf itself. In order to shorten the travel time, they were forced to wade through the slum area of Vashara, and now the dirty gulf.
Aryan just woke up in the freight carriage carrying the clothes of the Princess of the Uttara Kingdom. And suddenly the seven-year-old boy panicked.
"W—Where am I?!"
Aryan got off the bench with the soft cushion, but he winced because he felt a pain in his head, the part that the royal soldier who carried him had hit on purpose.
"My mom, where is my mom?!"
