Before long, the convoy slowly came to a halt beside an old warehouse near Gonzalez City docks.
This place was once a storage facility for overnight goods, but as Gonzalez City's four new docks were established, it gradually lost its value.
Years had left marks of decay on it, yet, it wasn't difficult to see how large this warehouse had been, and how splendid it had been at its peak.
"Almost ten years..." Fabian Percival stood at the entrance of the warehouse, lightly tugging at the swaying iron gate.
With the lack of maintenance over the years, compounded with the eroding force of wind and frost, the iron gate was now covered in rust, looking as if a strong pull might send it crashing down.
"Ten years ago, how glorious was this place? At dusk, countless barges would stop here, and the huge warehouse would be stuffed to the brim."
His eyes brimmed with excitement, and even his voice became slightly choked up.
