Kapitel 143: The Migrants

A sailing ship from Longsong Stronghold slowly berthed at the dock of Border Town.

After the gangboard was lowered, the passengers, with all kinds of luggage on their back, began to walk down the trestle. Most of them had never set foot in this strange land before, so they seemed quite confused. The sailors behind were urging them to hurry up, making them feel terribly uneasy.

As the crowd began to thrust forward, a middle-aged woman accidentally slipped. She lost her balance and nearly fell from the trestle. Luckily, a younger woman instantly stepped forward and grasped her wrist, saving her from falling.

"Thank, thank you." The middle-aged woman thanked her profusely with one hand on her chest to calm herself.

The younger woman, however, just smiled and waved her hand, indicating that it was no bother.