"By the way..." Lumi looked around and quickly realized something: "Could it be that your Ideal is squeezed at the end?"
Old Dean nodded.
"I'll arrange for someone to find a way to bring your ship over."
Lumi chuckled, "Lord Charles has been complaining, saying he's waited so long for your help that his eyes have turned green."
The young man hurried away, the militia quickly mobilized, and Old Dean simply stood on the dock, watching the bustling scene on the shore.
The fat merchant pondered.
What does Lord Roland want to make of Seagull City?
Is it to be a secret silver port like White Oak, a commercial auction paradise attracting massive wealth, or a fortress like Gray Mist Port, a sea stronghold strictly orderly, exchanging frontline Gray Realm intelligence?
"I say, this place isn't even worth a damn!"
Someone was shouting loudly.
Old Dean was slightly taken aback and turned, focusing his gaze on the deck of the nearest cargo ship.
