As he watched her walk away, Wei'en subconsciously rubbed his nose. 'Was that the smell of rust?'
[Due to the effects of the Partner Contract, your injuries have been healed. Evaluation: A nosebleed counts as an injury? Reward: Survival Points +1.]
Wei'en: "..."
'Fuck, can't I get a break from you?'
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「Near a small island off the southern part of the West Coast of the Eastern Continent.」
A Five-Masted Sailing Ship dropped anchor. An intricate design was emblazoned on the enormous, central white sail—a city with three tall towers. The spires were shaped like black Gemstones, and golden markings adorned the city walls.
"We're stopping for three hours! Restock supplies as quickly as you can, especially water and food!"
"Etruscan, get your men and swab the decks! You throw parties all day long, and now the whole place reeks of booze..."
"Neville, keep a sharp lookout. See if any unlucky ships pass by so we can restock our dark beer..."
