At sea, off Dilinus Island.
Dilinus Island was the first major island along the southbound route from the Rorsted Archipelago. If a ship intended to head to the Southern Continent without stopping at Bayam, its port-Dilinus Harbor-was the last place along the route to take on supplies.
Otherwise, unless they turned back, they would find no other supply ports on the voyage to the Southern Continent.
At that moment, Edwina, Danitz, and several reliable sailors were aboard an inconspicuous little freighter, waiting on the waters not far from Dilinus Harbor. They had come to collect a special shipment.
A shipment Brando had sent from Backlund.
"Shit! Coming out to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night!" Danitz let out an enormous yawn. The damp, briny sea breeze had blown away every trace of his drowsiness, leaving only irritation on his face.
"Ahh-think of the money! Think of the money!" He shook his head hard, trying to perk himself up.
Honestly, when Brando had written that he could offer him a way to make money, Danitz had been rather bewildered. As far as he was concerned, given their friendship, lending him the money outright would have been the most straightforward solution. But he soon dismissed that thought himself.
Brando was a businessman now, with funds needed everywhere to keep things running. Besides, a loan still had to be repaid. With his current income, unless the Golden Dream found another treasure trove, it would probably take him years to save up that enormous sum.
By comparison, helping Brando sell arms and taking a cut really was a more sensible-and more profitable-option.
Just as Brando had predicted in his letter, the flames of Backlund's stock market crash had soon spread to the overseas colonies.
Unrest was now breaking out everywhere, and