"Bro, this fish soup is incredible."
Blackwater Alley.
In the shanties near the northern district, a group of skinny young men gathered around a mud-yellow pot, watching one of them ladle milky white fish soup into a bowl. They drooled with greed.
The slightly older man grinned at his younger brother and cockily raised his brows.
"Smells good, right? I learned it from some guys from Silver Moon Bay."
As for who those guys from Silver Moon Bay had learned it from, he had no idea. He had heard it was a dish from River Valley Province.
The man's name was Sayid, and his younger brother beside him was named Saeed. Both were from Serpent Province, their home located in the northwestern part of the province, not far from the Gray Wolf Army's garrison.
A few months ago, he had heard traveling merchants passing through his village say that the Southern Legion was fighting the Grand Commander Absek in the north, that ammunition was desperately needed at the front, and that working for the Velanders in Eternal Night Harbor could earn them big gold coins. So he had brought his younger brother here to make a living.
He did not feel much guilt about working for the Velanders. He was only worried that his identity as one of the Boro People would be discovered and that he would get beaten up there.
After arriving, however, he realized that his worries had been completely unnecessary. There were quite a few Boro People unloading shells for the Velanders in Eternal Night Harbor, and some even did business with them.
Those big-nosed bastards did not care whether they were Boro People or some other race from the Great Desert. They simply discriminated equally against everyone who was not one of them.
Except for