"Buddy, is this really a border city?"
Someone among the soldiers couldn't help but say.
"My hometown, Windless Port, isn't this lively even during the trade season."
Immediately, more people agreed.
"Look at what those people are wearing; it's obvious they're not local outfits."
"What are these outsiders here for?"
Even Kokomoqi could tell something was amiss—a remote, primitive resource city with an exaggeratedly large number of people on the streets. People of all ages seemed to stroll leisurely along the streets, obviously of a class without too much work pressure, contrasting starkly with Thistlefort, where life revolves around lumbering and hunting. If this were Royal City or some town with unique scenery, she might understand. But here, surrounded by hundreds of miles of uniform forests, what was the point of crowding here?
Could the Paradise Sect have given them some sort of enchanting drug?
