A vast sea.
Two warships, one in front of the other, bobbed on the waves, proudly flying the green dual sword flags from their bridges.
However, the sailors on board could not feel proud at that moment; they were busily lowering boats to rescue the soldiers who had fallen into the water.
As spirited as they had been in pursuing earlier, they were now just as disheveled.
Watching his subordinates who looked like drowned rats, Captain Archim stood by the railing with an iron-blue face, his fists tightly clenched around the rail, his sharp eyes filled with gloom.
That merchant ship had taken away more than a thousand Moon people and caused Jin Galun Harbor to lose a whole one million dinar!
And it was not just about money; it concerned the reputation of Governor Nihak and even the face of the West Winds Empire.
If those people successfully landed in Silver Moon Bay, who knew what outrageous rumors they would spread.
