Ganggula was not visiting the Ewindara Archipelago for the first time. For many ordinary people of the Ice and Snow Wilderness, they might truly have only a few chances in their entire lives to cross the Oro Strait and wander around the Ewindara Archipelago. But as one of the sons of the Wild Bear Tribe, traveling through the Ewindara Archipelago in his youth, learning about the customs of the northern seas, and broadening his horizons were compulsory lessons on the road to adulthood.
Ganggula had visited the Ewindara Archipelago twice before, but this was the first time he had seen such a scene—ten thousand ships gathered upon the sea. He had never imagined that so many vessels crammed into one stretch of water could look so magnificent.
Looking at those ships, Ganggula felt as though he were looking at herds of ownerless cattle on the wilderness.
A surge of indignation rose in Ganggula's heart. Why could these people of the Ewindara Archipelago all live so comfortably, with so much money, while the tribes of the Ice and Snow Wilderness possessed nothing but formidable military strength and yet lived in such shabby poverty? The heavens were truly unfair...
If only I could pull off a job here...
"My dear little brother, could you wipe the drool from your mouth? Looking at you now, you wouldn't happen to be thinking of taking the tribe's Warriors out to pull off a job someday, would you?"
A languid, magnetic voice came from beside Ganggula. The moment he heard it, a brilliant smile bloomed across his face and he turned around. His half-sister Shabalina, whose reputation as a slut resounded throughout the Ice and Snow Wilderness, was already sauntering toward him, gazing at him with lazy eyes.
"Heh... heh... how could that be, my dear