Compared to some days ago, the dock at Seagull City was much quieter.
The strong statement from the Ark newspaper undoubtedly scared off a lot of speculative watchers.
A fledgling nation established no more than a month ago actually dares to go against the rising Alliance?
The Ark Leader is undoubtedly a fool intoxicated by victory!
Many seafarers simply fled from this tempest. Once they get entangled with the Ark at this juncture and make it onto the Alliance's trade blacklist, their lives are basically over.
Interestingly, the old tavern by the coastline, renovated by the old caretaker, was instead booked up.
The hall had far fewer bronze-level riffraff and more guests with special identities.
Since the Ark Kingdom was slow to lift its prohibition and strictly forbade flesh trade, seafarers had to find other ways to relieve their boredom.
