793. A Discreet Visit

Evans Port.

It was the easternmost port of the Kingdom of Yassen. Trade with the Eastern Continent had brought it unimaginable wealth. Every day, countless merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries arrived with dreams in their hearts, bringing new life to this port city.

Many of them would end up corpses in the gutters or unlucky victims of shipwrecks. But there were always one or two favored by the God of Fate, lucky enough to board a passenger ship bound for the East and successfully bring back a cargo of Eastern Continent specialties.

Whatever they brought back, the port's merchant guilds would snap it up at a hundred times its original value, making overnight riches a reality and encouraging even more people to come in search of fortune.

Clang! Clang!

Amid the booming toll of a great bronze bell, a passenger ship from the Eastern Continent slowly docked at the pier.

Before the ship had even come to a full stop, a crowd of laborers surged forward. Led by their foreman, they set up a gangway, ready to unload the cargo.

Passenger ships of this era were mostly dual-purpose vessels, carrying both goods and people.

From the gangway on the other side, many white-skinned, golden-haired people came ashore, their faces weathered by hardship yet marked by a deep longing.

"Home. I've finally come back!"

Among the Westerners were also a few yellow-skinned people from the East, who stood out conspicuously.

"Is that... a crane?"

Standing on the deck, Wu Ming watched the enormous machine hoist cargo weighing several tons. It moved like the arm of a god, and he couldn't help giving an inward nod of approval.

At the end of the machine's arm was a huge net, woven from specially made cables so tightly that it could easily scoop up