Seawater slapped against the enormous flat bamboo raft made from hundreds of bamboo rafts, splashing up sprays of salty, fishy water.
The damp, sweltering air made it impossible to summon any energy. Even the elegant female voice coming through the broadcast sounded hypnotic.
This was the Great Waves Sea Area, five thousand nautical miles from the New Continent. Located northeast of the New Continent, it would take only a month to reach land at full speed.
Since the disaster's severity had only reduced by 40%, there had been almost no humans in this area.
Recently, however, more people had begun heading toward the New Continent, and this place had gradually grown livelier, with large numbers of unaffiliated groups arriving every day.
Some came to trade for supplies and fresh food, while others used the relay station to inquire about news from the New Continent.
There were also many people like those mentioned in the broadcast, looking for mercenaries to defend against pirates that might appear nearby at any moment.
At that moment, there was a narrow wooden shack on the bamboo raft.
As soon as she finished reading the script, Dorothea, her golden hair shining, stormed out like an enraged lioness, shaking her head from side to side.
"Remember this. If they don't pay a sufficient bounty next time, kill this kind of advertisement on sight!"
"Who would've thought we'd use one precious long-distance intelligence opportunity in exchange for this garbage?"
Slapping the sheets of rough paper recording the information, she spoke with nothing but endless dissatisfaction.
In truth, Dorothea would not normally have been this angry, much less ended the broadcast in a fury before finishing the script.
In the past, the bounty paid for this information would have been enough to keep her in a good mood for