Thousand-Soul Head!

The celebration of a bountiful harvest continued.

In less than half a day, the harbor of Port Nyanzaru was already piled beyond capacity. Every oak barrel they could requisition had been used up, leaving them no choice but to pile the fish directly onto the open ground of the docks. Port Nyanzaru's officials were now struggling to figure out how to store the catch. In the end, they had to ask the temple's priests and wizards to set up a magic circle to keep it at a relatively low temperature for the time being. Eventually, even that was no longer enough. They could only let the catch pile up and send people to gather salt so they could preserve a batch of salted fish first.

The smell of fish hung over all of Port Nyanzaru.

For now, everyone could only grit their teeth and endure this mixture of pain and joy. After all, a harvest like this came only once or twice a year.

The Temple of the Sea was the biggest winner of this fish migration.

For a long time, the Temple of the Sea had been thoroughly overshadowed by the Temple of Wealth in their competition at Port Nyanzaru, simply because its rival had far more money. But today, the situation had truly reversed. The number of people making offerings at the Temple of the Sea skyrocketed, and many came to donate and pray in gratitude for the blessing of the Goddess of the Sea. Just thinking of the Golden Priest's livid face made the Naga Priestess overseeing the Temple of the Sea want to laugh aloud. Brimming with ambition, she now planned to seize this opportunity to firmly gain the upper hand over the Temple of Wealth.

All the bustling activity continued.

But after the enormous schools