Night falls.
The bonfire burns.
Gnawing on a roasted corn cob, the sailor sitting on a wooden stump glanced at the "castle" not far away and finally couldn't resist speaking.
"Boss..."
"Hmm." Sitting next to him, Captain Kaidesen wiped the dagger in his hand, responding perfunctorily to indicate he should get to the point.
After chopping trees all day, his muscles were sore and he didn't want to say an extra word.
The sailor didn't want to bother him either, so he hurriedly expressed his confusion.
"Is there really a place called Withered Wood Port here?"
What kind of question is that...
No Withered Wood Port? And the fortress nearby and the Baron and Imperial Soldiers they met during the day are fake?
Kedson smirked, too lazy to mock the boy for his silly question, yet surprisingly, this foolish question resonated among his foolish subordinates.
