This is a small town built from ice and snow.
Though called a town, it really is just a street less than a hundred meters long.
On either side of the street stand either taverns or brothels.
After all, for these sea gatherers who make a living in harsh environments all year round, only alcohol and women can make them feel relaxed.
And this thriving demand has naturally led some to see a business opportunity.
So despite the incredibly harsh environment, driven by money, people still come here every year with women and strong liquor to do business.
They don't disperse until the polar night arrives.
As a result, this small town doesn't even have a name, and the sea gatherers call it the Happy Den.
At this moment.
In the largest tavern in this small town, many sea gatherers were already dead drunk, yet they were still constantly gulping down liquor.
It seemed as though they were trying to drink themselves to death.
