Northlands Power (7)

"You're from the West Sea?"

Amay, a peak Saint Domain knight, was already standing beside Ryan. At the waist of his tattered equipment hung an ornate longsword, utterly at odds with the air he gave off.

"Yes, Lord Ryan."

"I once had a ship in the West Sea. Later, it was destroyed by Sea Demons."

"I already know about that."

Ryan was curious about the legendary West Coast, which had allowed human civilization to prosper, especially the West Sea it depended upon.

"I once heard a legendary lord from the West Sea say that the West Sea is alive."

"But I couldn't feel it."

"I only know that once you leave the near sea and enter the deep sea, sailors are accompanied by endless raging waves."

"Other than that, there's nothing else."

"I see."

Ryan still remembered Mage Lyman saying that the East Sea was a Dead Silence sea. No matter how far one ventured from the East Coast, the water remained as still as if it were dead. There were no waves there.

He had not expected the West Sea to be the complete opposite. There was no calm there.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll be heading to the Northern Great Wall. I wonder whether you'll be able to adapt?"

Amay shook his head boldly.

"If that is the price, then I'm merely going from one taboo to another."

"Compared to the fury of the West Sea, the cold of the Northlands doesn't seem so frightening. I'm a knight. My vitality can keep me warm."

"Then that's perfect."

Ryan smiled. He had not expected this auction to bring such an unexpected gain, recruiting a peak Saint Domain expert for the Northern Great Wall. When the time was right, Amay would naturally become a legend.

With the matter of the legendary