He strolled around the docks.
Everything Jiang Qiao saw seemed quite novel.
Across the way stood a white building with "Port Hospital" written above the entrance. Sailors went in and out from time to time—some walked in on their own, while others were carried inside.
They all had one thing in common: the Supernatural Fluctuations around them were unstable.
Some of them still looked fairly normal.
But others seemed mentally abnormal.
Some muttered to themselves.
Some remained silent.
That alone was nothing unusual.
Others waved their arms and legs, hopping and jumping around wildly, crying one moment and laughing the next.
And then there were the worst cases.
They looked as though they were about to hit someone.
Their companions had already tied them up and were dragging them into the hospital like pigs.
He had heard that
their minds had been affected after going out to sea.
They had suffered temporary bouts of madness.
Most of them could be cured, but a small number would go completely insane, after which they would be abandoned and become vagrants on the docks.
It was strange.
The docks clearly maintained order.
Yet they turned a blind eye to the vagrants whose minds had gone wrong.
As long as they did not cause a disturbance, no one paid them much attention.
Hey!
The people in charge of Demon Port could not possibly be merciful saints, right?
Based on Jiang Qiao's experience,
these people definitely had some use as waste.
After leaving the docks,
he entered the inner district of the port.
There were inns, bars, restaurants, and similar places here, providing sailors and adventurers with somewhere to rest and relax.
"It's no different from the docks around Mirror Lake."
"Just bigger."
"More dangerous."
"More people."
"More ships."
Jiang Qiao compared it with