Chapitre 550: Reserved!

'Bam!'

"Your highness!

These people are clearly not putting you in their eyes!

Just who the hell did they think they were?"

"Your highness.... they already took the last available spot.

So now, do they really expect us to drop anchor and sail out in small boats to their port?

How preposterous!"

"Your highness... I think that we shouldn't give them any more glass shards again!"

(*"^")

Many of the men complained to their heart's content until someone quickly spotted some empty spots at the far end of the shores.

"Your highness... I think I see several spots.

But on the massive signboard there.... it says that they all say that they're all reserved for something called the Bay-caronian station." Said Quazy, who was a tall burly man with a ghastly scar on his face.

"Your highness... What Quazy said makes sense.