Golden Harbor, in the past two months, has remained bustling on the surface just as before.
The port docks are always crowded with merchant ships coming and going, the sails flapping loudly, and the shouts of dockworkers rising and falling.
At the "Drunken Dolphin" tavern, Jeming would occasionally meet Old Hui to get some street intelligence from him.
"The border has been unstable again recently, Jack." Old Hui drained his malt beer in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and lowered his voice, "The Beastmen are having constant skirmishes on the front lines. These green skins were beaten like dogs by the Wizards before, and now that the Wizards have eased their assault, they're starting to get cocky again."
Jeming simply nodded calmly: "I've heard that those nobles plan to renege on the agreed supplies?"
"Heh, that's nothing new." Old Hui seemed dismissive of this, "Those nobles deceive even their own people, let alone those green skins."
