"Hey, kid, are you the ones hiring?"
It was not until the next day that someone came to ask about Noah and the others' recruitment spot.
He was a man with a face full of flesh, looking exactly like the stereotypical villain, and he carried a fishy sea stench that seemed to have seeped into his very bones.
Hikari raised his eyes and discovered that the man had genuinely come to apply.
And here they had been waiting so long for some thugs to come looking for trouble...
The reason for this, of course, was not because the people here were particularly well-mannered. It was mainly because the bad sorts had a sufficiently clear understanding of the state of the world outside.
If Noah and the others had truly run away from a major city, two utterly ordinary young masters, there was no way they could have arrived here alive.
It was like how, in the martial world, one should avoid provoking women, children, and the disabled—
You knew they looked easy to bully, so why were they still alive and kicking to this day?
After talking with the fisherman, Hikari learned that his catches had dwindled over the past few months, so he intended to change professions and find another source of income.
Once the overall density of fish in the coastal waters had fallen below a certain point, the baseline and upper limit of the catch were what they were. One fewer person fishing in the family would no longer make much difference.
Had pollution from the industrial age already begun affecting fishery resources...
He had thought fish in the Extraordinary age would be more resistant, but thinking about it, fish capable of resisting pollution were not something ordinary people could haul up anyway.
Hikari tapped his fingers