Iron Hoof City Harbor.
Even at midnight, it was still noisy and bustling. The knights bored by the voyage were making a racket at the harbor—gambling, drinking contests, or going ashore to find some fun in the city.
Meanwhile, Liszt was sleeping soundly in the small tower building.
By habit, no matter how drunk he was, he would always take a bath before returning to his room to sleep. Yet for some reason today, the alcohol had gone straight to his head, and he had gone to bed without a second thought.
Outside the cabin, servants stood watch.
A squad of knights also patrolled back and forth, constantly guarding against anything outside—though more knights were drinking and playing finger-guessing games in the lower cabins. They simply did not dare make too much noise, for fear of disturbing Liszt's sleep.
A sailor getting up in the night groggily felt his way into the latrine.
Facing the urinal that drained directly into the sea, he relieved himself with a loud splash. One could imagine that Iron Hoof City Harbor would be utterly filthy the next day. Nearly every ship discharged its waste straight into the sea. It sounded disgusting, but the sea had the power to cleanse itself.
After all, fish and shrimp had to shit and piss too, and didn't their waste go straight into the sea as well?
Because of this pollution, Liszt had deliberately moored the Sunset at the outer edge of the harbor, lest the accumulated stench within suffocate him to death.
Having finished relieving himself, the sailor felt relaxed all over and shuddered.
He hitched up his trousers and headed back.
Suddenly, he felt a bird fly past him, startling him badly. "Damn it, what dead bird is that? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of