On the vast ocean.
A cargo ship with traces of repairs all over its hull and slightly worn sails is gently sailing towards the port city of Angus, whose outline is already faintly visible in the distance.
Because Dylan had been chased in Clark, he wasn't sure if the lord there had issued a warrant for his arrest. To be safe, he had no choice but to choose a merchant ship heading to the northernmost port city of the Kingdom, which meant the journey was much longer than before.
This voyage was not smooth sailing.
It wasn't due to any pirates or deadly mist, but because the mage responsible for condensing fresh water on the ship had died of old age.
Who knows if the captain was trying to save money, but the water-making mage on board was an old man with only Tier Two Magic skills. Given his age, suddenly dying of old age wasn't surprising at all.
The old mage passed peacefully, but the entire ship's crew fell into a freshwater crisis.
