The third batch of grain convoy led by Louis arrived at the Red Tide Territory in the afternoon.
The people along the streets had long been accustomed to this scene. Dozens of horse-drawn carriages, fully loaded with bags of golden wheat, slowly passed through the main road and went straight to the newly expanded warehouse.
The warehouse doors were open, and the workers seamlessly carried out transportation, registration, and storage.
Sentinels on distant towers patrol quietly, guarding against any possible disturbances.
Bradley stood in front of the warehouse entrance, holding a record board,waiting for a while until he saw that familiar figure dismount from his horse; only then did he slightly nod.
"Third batch already. Thankfully, this warehouse was expanded in advance, otherwise it wouldn't fit." Bradley commented.
"We'll have to wait another half month for the fourth batch." Louis drank some water, speaking casually as if discussing the weather.
