After parting with Losa, old Hassan and his group took a detour to Eira Port.
Sea transportation might be more convenient.
But the pirates on the Red Sea are no pushovers. The young men in the tribe are good at land battles but have never been on a boat.
Although it's been said that there are fewer pirates on the Red Sea recently, only the Holy Fire knows if this news was intentionally spread by those greedy pirates.
Old Hassan and his tribe, surrounded by foreign Hanji, instinctively harbored deep wariness towards everything around them.
Coupled with their inland location and closed-off information, the news they received was already outdated.
"Father, do we really need to do business in the territory of Butcher Losa? Why not sell the goods in Aqaba and head back?"
The young Kurd warrior wore leather armor, his face filled with deep worry and unease.
Old Hassan sighed lightly.
