He could not be bothered to speak to a piece of trash.
The docks were bustling, ships coming and going. Along a single pier, there were dozens of vessels, and the spaces between piers were broad enough to accommodate many more ships.
The shore was busy as well. Merchant caravans lined up to enter and leave the port, making the place look exceedingly lively.
Moreover, the people here seemed exceptionally skilled at business, all shrewd and calculating. From the language they used to communicate, Dole learned about the distinctive traits of this nation.
The value generated by the cargo moved through a dock like this every day was probably around ten times the income of his Albis City.
This was likely an extremely high-ranking port.
Leaving the docks and following the broad road, Dole saw a vast ancient city on the mountain to his right.
He had come to kill an evil god, not vacation here. So after looking for only a moment, he quickly vanished from the shore. He had only come to the docks to take in some different scenery.
The city by the docks.
Beneath the ancient city, in a dim basement, the lid of a coffin suddenly rose into the air for no apparent reason.
Then, a meticulously dressed middle-aged man in formal attire appeared beside the coffin.
With a stern expression, he gazed upward in slight puzzlement. A powerful aura seemed to have flown from here toward the interior of the Giselle Empire.
He did not dare delay. He immediately transformed into countless bats and flew out from the basement in all directions, swiftly disappearing.
He was fast as well, and tracking was his specialty. Before long, he passed through the place Dole had just crossed.
After merely glancing at it, he set off