Less than five kilometers outside the walls of Abadi, the City of Commerce, in the Hindukush Basin.
By the shore of an abandoned ferry crossing, several Tusk Boar Tribe warriors with pig-like heads strained to haul a huge net onto the bank. Inside the net were a massive cargo container and a Finless Porpoise Clan member desperately writhing.
"My lord, there really is a catch!" At the sight of the Finless Porpoise Person, the Tusk Boar soldiers hurriedly shouted, drawing Olsen Tusk Boar over to inspect him.
Within minutes, several Beastmen soldiers threw the Finless Porpoise Clan member into a pile of hay, leaving Olsen and Sist White Wolf of the White Wolf Clan to question him closely.
"Little fish, answer me. Who had you transport these big crates? And what's inside them?"
Olsen planted his massive foot on the Finless Porpoise Person's chest, holding a great axe across his throat as he gritted his teeth and demanded an answer.
"These are goods belonging to our River Tribe. What right do you have to seize them? What right do you have to capture me?" the Mana-Wielder of the Finless Porpoise Clan said stubbornly.
"Hmph, don't try that crap on me!" Olsen kicked the Finless Porpoise Clan member flying, then raised his axe to chop him down—only for Sist White Wolf, the Werewolf beside him, to stop him.
"Lord Olsen, please be cautious. These fellows are retainers of the Gallop River God. Be careful not to set yourself against the entire Gallop River."
"But now the Gallop River stands against the Royal Court!" Olsen said disdainfully. "Even if I let this guy go, will the Gallop River abandon its support for Night-Kirin City?"
Sist found the big pighead's question too ridiculous to even bother refuting. The Gallop River God was a