More than ten minutes later, the carriage stopped at the docks of Far-Sail Port.
"Sir, we've arrived at the port," the coachman said from the front.
"Yes, I know."
The scent of the sea breeze could already be smelled through the carriage window. Cardinal Archbishop Sakaven knew that he had arrived at the first place he needed to inspect.
After getting down from the carriage, Cardinal Archbishop Sakaven was quite generous and gave the coachman a gold coin—enough for the man to make a tidy little profit.
"No need for change. Keep it all," Cardinal Archbishop Sakaven said flatly when he saw the coachman staring blankly at the coin.
"Thank you, sir! May God bless you!" the coachman thanked him repeatedly.
Since Tatshaw Territory and Far-Sail Port had prospered, a new trade had emerged—passenger carriages.
Far-Sail Port in particular had flourished, resulting in hundreds of passenger carriages running back and forth every day, some carrying goods and others carrying people.
Several busy routes had taken shape.
Ordinary passenger carriages would only depart once they were full. Even those carrying only people would not set off until they had at least eight passengers.
Yet even hiring an entire passenger carriage cost only two silver coins per trip. It could make three round trips a day, while one gold coin was worth ten silver coins.
Knowing that he had encountered a generous rich man today, the coachman happily bowed to Cardinal Archbishop Sakaven, then hurriedly drove away.
Even if he had made an unexpected profit, he still had business to do today. But now he could buy some meat to take home. Thinking this happily, the coachman could already imagine the laughter of his wife and son.
"Far-Sail Port." His gaze fell upon the port before him. Even though he had long