New Calendar 1026, summer.
Dark clouds cover the moon, a gentle breeze blows.
On the outskirts of Green Forest City.
From time to time, the chirping sounds of insects can be heard in the fresh wilderness, and occasionally fireflies can be seen dancing.
A dim yellow light flickers in the darkness of night, radiating a warm glow.
Carrying a lantern is a tall, thin gentleman, wearing coarse clothes stained with various dirt and ill-fitting. His hands are full of calluses and scars, and his face is dusty, clearly someone who engages in heavy manual labor from the lower strata of society.
A shorter man beside him, wearing indigo work clothes and carrying a shovel, grumbles, "Laurel, are you sure this is the place? I've wasted precious rest time to accompany you on this wild goose chase. If I get fired by my stingy boss tomorrow, it's your fault!"
He is a dock laborer, working more than ten hours a day and paid on a weekly basis.
