The Chuiyan sailed into the somewhat congested stretch of sea.
In truth, the distance between each anchored ship here was quite large. It only felt congested because Reinhardt was used to plowing through open waters. To him, the dozen or so drifting ships here were an utter eyesore.
As the famous captain of a Golden Ship and a renowned figure among the Twelve Stars, he rarely visited areas like this.
He dealt only in big business.
Silver and Bronze ships rarely had any major deals to offer, and the profits were paltry. Even if there were trades involving intelligence or special goods, he would just send a subordinate to handle it, never coming himself.
"The very air in this sea region is tainted with the stench of weakness."
Reinhardt was lounging on a deck chair aboard the Chuiyan.
His gaze swept over the ships one by one.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, like a cat that had caught the scent of fish.
