Sifa had only just sat down when the light before him dimmed. He looked up and saw a young man who seemed remarkably sunny and energetic. His hair was light blond, his eyes deep blue, and his skin a healthy wheat color. He wore a dark-blue jacket with many pockets, smiled warmly, and held out his hand.
"Hello. Are you also headed to Yedga Island to apply for a job?"
Apply for a job?
Sifa shook his head blankly. "It's not what you think. I'm simply a Traveler who likes going everywhere. I heard that Yedga Island has beautiful scenery and many birds that can't be found elsewhere, so I wanted to take a look around."
"Oh, so you're a Traveler. I thought you were like us, here to apply. Right, my name is Gabril. What about you?"
Sifa casually gave a name, then began chatting with the very talkative "Gabril." Through indirect probing, Sifa finally learned that Yedga was recruiting people.
He had no idea what that dictator was planning to do. Of course, Sifa did not care. He focused only on the mission of this trip.
At 11:45, the cargo ship docked at Yedga Island's private port. Sifa followed Gabril and the others down the gangway and saw quite a few dark-skinned laborers moving goods on the pier.
This place was vastly different from Bayam. Even on the private port's docks, groups of two or three soldiers wearing white headscarves stood every few meters apart.
They were Yedga's private army. There were people of every race among them, though Southern Continent natives made up the majority. They all wore white headscarves with gray uniforms and carried rifles, each looking fierce and menacing.
Just as Edwina had said, this island held little goodwill toward Loenese people. The moment Sifa