Chapter 112: Seth's Hardships

Waters of the Blind Sea crashed against the harbor's planked roads, with hundreds of ships docked along the bustling city.

Humble-looking buildings were scattered around the fish market and at the ends of the city's narrow, planked streets.

Strangely enough, this city's roads weren't made out of cobblestone or dirt but from planks, as if the city were one big dock.

It almost felt like a big tidal wave came through; the whole city would float away.

Wherever one was in these streets, they would be able to smell the roasted fish and sea salt in the air.

It was the fishermen's paradise.

The mercenaries of the city wore open-front leather vests with loose, billowy shirts underneath and wide-brimmed hats to protect them from the harsh sun.

They also wore high-waisted trousers, usually tucked into boots, and a few wore tricorn hats that made them look like proper pirates.