Looking closely, rows of wooden shanties appeared at the furthest edge of the island, mainly gathered to the north, where mostly women, children, and the elderly lived in simple attire.
The ground was a mix of gray bricks and gravel paving the roads, with the occasional carriage bearing people in woolen clothes, but seldom any nobles.
"Sir, this is the pauper district of Hurricane Island."
"The north lacks ports and factories, so the economy is poor...."
On the road, Trin drove the carriage, seriously explaining the situation on Hurricane Island to Chen Feng, just like those days in Banli Port when he served as a guide.
Despite the simplicity of his black cotton clothes, they were clean and free from mending marks.
The freckles on his face remained, but perhaps due to the events in Banli Port, Trin seemed a bit more mature, gripping the reins on the carriage seat with a hint of grown-up demeanor.
"What happened after the Banli Port incident?"
