The Bustling Sulfur Island Trade

Layer upon layer of waves drove an Ebony Ship forward. The Elves at the bow cautiously kept watch over their surroundings, deliberately watching the dark-blue, almost black seafloor, afraid some monstrous beast might burst forth.

The unexplained attack last time had put these Elves on guard. It had made them understand that even the relatively quiet coastal waters were far from as safe as imagined, especially with the cargo they were escorting now—one of the most important commodities in the North Sea region.

Elemental Embryos.

From the moment they left North Sea Port, countless eyes had been fixed on their small vessel.

However, the name of Anthony, a Title Magister, was intimidating enough. Together with two Archmages, that was enough weight.

They had not taken on a job in a long time. Ever since Li Ziran had become entangled with the Shadow Society, there had been pitifully little cargo available to transport.

This time, the ship was fully loaded, which meant they could make a handsome profit. Yet Anthony, who was in charge of the escort, was in a poor mood.

He had just communicated with the Elven Queen. She was deeply dissatisfied with Li Ziran tearing up the agreement and had declared that she would strip him of his title as prince.

That was precisely what troubled Anthony. The Elven Queen was curled up in the rainforest and did not understand the current market for Elemental Embryos. On Sulfur Island now, any Elemental Embryo supplied by Li Ziran Beauty Salon would be snapped up the moment it appeared.

More accurately, even some no-name junk would sell well if it bore Li Ziran's name.

He could not quite understand it. Elemental Embryos had already become highly sought-after goods. Many Witch Doctors specialized in embryo manufacturing, hoping to exchange them with