A Level 18 Has Come to Kill Her

The next day, at the port's large warehouse district.

Heavy iron doors stood wide open as workers assigned by the various merchant associations entered their designated warehouses under the managers' loud urging and began moving the goods.

Crates of goods were carried out, with clear lettering visible on the wooden boxes.

Treasure Island Treatment Pills.

At the Emerald Shadow Merchant Association's cargo ship berth, the elegant Wood Elf Helion stood beside the gangplank with a ledger in hand, unable to hide the excitement on his face.

The partnership with Treasure Island had finally been secured.

Moreover, their merchant association's pickup order ranked near the front among all the associations.

It seemed that Deacon Shiraque had played a major role in it.

Things were busy here.

On the road outside the port, a carriage slowly came to a stop.

Deacon Shiraque and the rabbit-eared girl stepped down from the carriage one after the other.

Behind them followed a group made up mainly of humans and gnomes.

The elven representative froze for a moment, then immediately disembarked and went to greet them. "Deacon, Miss Annette."

Shiraque said, "Town Hall will be assigning accompanying representatives to the merchant associations. Please look after them when the time comes."

The elven representative immediately nodded. "Of course."

Annette gave a few instructions to the people behind her. After a gnome bowed, he walked over to stand beside the Wood Elf representative.

Shiraque nodded again and followed Annette toward the other merchant associations.

"They say the Island Master likes beastkin girls." The Wood Elf watched them leave.

Outside the port, residents gathered around, whispering among themselves as they discussed the situation.

"Why is everyone moving goods today?"

Someone who could read said, "It says Treasure Island Treatment Pills."

Everyone immediately understood that Treasure Island's pills had