Ingwig, Reindona Port.
The port was still the same busy scene, people from different countries gathered here, even though the war between Ingwig and Gaulunaro was imminent, no one cared about it. After all, life had to go on, even anxiety couldn't change anything.
Inside a cargo ship docked at the pier, in the dark cabin, the dim light illuminated the table, flies swayed between falling dust, bringing irritating noise.
Ande waved his hand, dispersing these annoying things, biting a cigarette and looking down at the ledger, counting gold coins.
"Business hasn't been good lately, war is coming, the stowaways from the Viking countries have decreased significantly."
A face full of fat sighed helplessly, gathered up all the gold coins, put them into a bag, and stuffed it into the hidden compartment under the drawer.
