Everything in Port Nyanzaru had been built with money.
Soren had practically never pursued any luxurious pleasures for himself. All the wealth he accumulated went either toward increasing his strength or covering Port Nyanzaru's expenses. Otherwise, he could certainly have lived more lavishly than a king. But as a deity who stood far above mortals, he had no interest in material pleasures. Once he entered his Divine Realm, he could do whatever he wanted, with an entire realm's resources at his disposal.
Three days later.
It was a peaceful day.
For the residents of Port Nyanzaru, however, there were still plenty of novelties to see that day, such as the ship hovering above the docks. A crowd had already gathered at the harbor, including not only local residents but also many merchants from the South Coast and elsewhere. They all stared at the Airship before them in shock. It was not entirely unfamiliar to them. From a layman's perspective, the bottom of the Airship was simply a ship, except its sails had been replaced by a balloon and something resembling a propeller had been fitted to its stern.
Merchants had an instinctively keen eye for profit.
The moment they saw the Airship, they recognized the enormous business opportunities hidden within it. They immediately used their respective connections to inquire among Port Nyanzaru's leadership. City Hall officials had already encountered several groups that day hoping to offer gifts in exchange for information. In particular, some long-established, noble-controlled chambers of commerce from the South Coast had bluntly asked whether the Floating Tower was for sale. As long as it was, the price would not be a problem.
Business opportunities were only one aspect.
Another was that the powers behind the merchants had recognized the Airship's strategic value.
Although it was nowhere near