Ox-Tail's Resolve (Please Vote and Subscribe)

At the end of September in the first year of the Han Tribe's reign, this was the first time in Ox-Tail's life that he had boarded a ship and gone out to sea.

The sky was a clear blue, white clouds drifted overhead, and the sun hung high in the heavens. Pale-blue seawater rolled with the waves, while the salty sea breeze billowed the sails and drove the ship through wind and waves.

Flocks of white seabirds circled low over the water. Every so often, one plunged down like an arrow, then emerged in the blink of an eye with a silvery Knife Fish clamped in its beak before spreading its wings and soaring away again.

Some grew tired from flying and landed on the tall ship's side to rest for a while. Then a bare-chested sailor would knock them down with a club, capturing bird and fish alike.

"Hahahaha! We'll have silverfish stewed with bird soup for lunch!"

"Remember to pluck out that row of flight feathers from the wings. They can be used to make arrows and sold for money."

"Got it, got it. Don't worry." The sailor swiftly cleaned up his spoils.

Ox-Tail stood at the bow, watching them enviously. Then he burped and rubbed his belly. After several days aboard the ship at sea, he had discovered that he had actually grown fatter.

The ocean's food resources were truly abundant. Whether fish in the water or birds in the sky, as long as one had a ship, one would never have to worry about failing to make money. No matter what one did, it was easy to feed a whole group of people.

Unfortunately, this was the Han Tribe's privilege.

They had been at sea for two days. The weather at the end of September was