A glistening wide river ran in the middle of the desolate plain and mountains. Glamorous ships that were fully loaded with cargo were sailing towards Calcate City. Whenever they reached the places where the waves were too turbulent for them to sail against the current, many stevedores would gather and pull the rope together, hauling the ships over the obstacles.
Despite the wind that would chill any normal person, those workers were all half naked, with vague steam rising from their skin.
"If I hadn't left home to be a mercenary, it's possible that I may have become one of them, a worker on the Niegening River…" Katrina was listening to the familiar work song, when she suddenly heard a coarse male voice.
