Ships come and go at the port.
Apart from the houses that can be seen in the distance, the entire port is filled with various platforms and squares for stacking goods and warehouses for storing goods near the sea.
There are also tracks around it for towing ships into the shipyard for maintenance.
You can even see many boats parked on the shore.
Even from a distance, you can see people coming and going on the entire port like ants.
The entire port was busy and the noisy sounds seemed to be heard everywhere.
One after another, ships with light gray exteriors and khaki trim were patrolling the area, seemingly the guard force of the Southern Cross Island.
Because there is a red cross star on their sails, which is the symbol of the Southern Cross Island.
They had seen it before in the book given by Balazs.
Even at the port, there is a red cross on top of the tall lighthouse built on the coast.
"This place is so big!" Jason didn't know how to describe it for a moment, suffering from his lack of education.
They anchored the Voice of Dawn in the waters outside the port, waiting for ships from the local government to come for inspection.
After a while, a gray ship about 40 meters long with a red cross flag came to the side of the ship.
This ship was obviously shorter than Alka and his crew's Sound of Dawn.
A soldier on the boat, wearing a white and blue navy uniform with a red cross on his chest, looked up at Alka and the others.
There was also something floating next to him that looked like a notebook and a quill pen.
He said, "Strange faces? What exactly do you do?"
The language of the home sea.
It’s strange to say, why is the common language of this sea area the same as the common language of the Home Sea?
But he didn't think much about it and answered directly: "This is our first time here as a treasure hunting group."
"Treasure hunting team?" He raised his head and gave Alka and the others a strange look.
"Okay , but remember, you can't dig randomly on the island. All the property on the island belongs to the Royal Family of Lafsas. Any random digging is considered theft."
Obviously, this was not the first time he had dealt with a treasure hunting group, and he spoke skillfully.
"Of course." Alka nodded.
As for whether or not you are breaking the law, you have to look at the map first to make sure.
Alka thought silently in his heart.
"Then it is necessary to register now, please answer carefully."
After saying that, the notebook next to him floated in front of him, picked up the feather pen floating on the notebook, and began to ask questions.
It seems that because Alka and his friends are here for the first time, the process is a little complicated.
“Is there a group name?”
"Compass Eye."
"How many people?"
"Um……"
"Is this question difficult to answer?" The navy man frowned and asked Alka warily.
"Okay, 9 people." He thought about it and still did not count the puppet army.
"What ship? Is it a ghost ship or a spell ship?"
Hearing this question, Alka frowned slightly, as this obviously touched upon certain privacy issues.
"Since you are new here, let me explain it to you." He seemed to have gotten used to it and started explaining directly.
"The standards for ports are different. For ghost ships with intelligence, they must be placed in specific port areas. Of course, this costs extra money."
"Ghost Ship."
He nodded. Even though he knew it was a ghost ship, he was not that surprised.
After recording, he tore off the entire piece of paper, and the magic power poured into the paper, and then was thrown out by him.
The paper was folded in the air into a cross, then dyed red and pasted on the right side of the bow.
"This is the pass. OK, you can go in now. Remember to prepare the money."
Having said that, he waved his hand without waiting for Alka and the others to reply, and steered the boat towards the other ships behind.
The people on the deck looked at each other.
“It looks quite formal.”
"Okay, let's keep going, Dawn Voice."
Then the ship started to move slowly, the sails were furled, and the ship was propelled by the spell on the bottom of the ship.
Moving slowly forward, they passed a white mark on the sea.
The sound of soft music came over.
"You said the ship is out of control?" Hearing this, Alka frowned and looked under the ship.
At this time, the ocean current was changing, and the waves lifted the bottom of the ship slightly.
He controlled the boat to move diagonally and swam towards a special area in the port ahead.
The cross star on the bow was flashing red light faintly.
"Some kind of spell structure? I have to say it's really advanced." Simon said as he looked at the current lifting the bottom of the ship.
It was not just their ships, but the ships beside them that entered the port as well.
Apparently normal for this port.
This avoids crowding on the boat. After all, you can't always expect these people to follow the rules and learn to be courteous.
It seemed that because they were ghost ships, the area they were lifted to was obviously farther away from those spell ships.
The various facilities there looked more advanced as we drove towards that area.
Everyone also saw other ships in the port area.
As soon as I passed by, I could feel the surging magic power beginning to ripple over.
That was a demon gathering area.
"That place has been artificially transformed, and the concentration of magic power is one level higher than the surrounding areas." Julia said, feeling the difference in that area.
The ships in that area are much more advanced in appearance than other spell ships.
Most of them are between 40 and 60 meters in size, and each ship has its own unique personality.
Not only are the colors bright and colorful, there are also various patterns on it, and the sculptures on the bow are also of various styles.
There are also some exaggerated ones.
The most eye-catching one is a 60-meter-long ship with three gun decks, which is about three or four meters higher than Alka and his ship.
However, the gun muzzles on the gun deck were all closed and locked with spells.
Not only them, when Alka and the others' Voice of Dawn sailed in, the muzzles of the guns were also sealed with spells.
Looking at this situation, Simon nodded.
"No wonder they dared to allow our ships with rock-shaking cannons to dock there so blatantly."
As the ship slowly approached the shore, the anchor sank to the bottom of the sea with the sound of the chain.
When Alka and the others got off the boat.
A naval officer came up with two soldiers.
"Hello, we are the navy of Southern Cross Island. The docking fee for ships is 1 gold sail."
1Golden Sail?
How is this different from robbery?
But Alka didn't say much and silently took out a golden sail.
Obviously the local government is well aware that the person who owns the ghost ship doesn't care about the money at all.
This demon gathering area, as well as the supporting facilities nearby, really look very good.
But it's definitely not worth the price.
When you first arrive, you should take a closer look.
The navy captain was also a little surprised to see Alka and the others being so straightforward.
He was sure that he had never seen the ship or the group of people.
It's strange that there is no dragging and making trouble.
But it also made their attitude noticeably better.
He accepted the golden sail, and a trace of magic power surged in his hand and shot it towards the cross star on the side of the bow of the Voice of Dawn.
The cross star lighted up slightly.
"It's valid for one week. If you need to dock again after one week, please continue to pay. If you need to dock for a long time, or if any maintenance work is required on the ship, please go to the Star Shipyard over there for consultation."
As he spoke, he pointed to a small house not far away. There were many people outside the small house.
"Then I wish you a pleasant journey here." As he said this, he bent slightly and left with the two marines.
"What do we do now? Should we do anything?"
Jason asked, turning around.
I haven't been in touch with the civilized world for a long time, and I was a little confused for a while.
"We just arrived, so do whatever you want. You can move around freely on the island, and we will gather on the boat in the evening."
Alka calculated the current time and said.
There are only a dozen hours of daylight now, and there are at least six hours left before night, which is enough time for them to have a certain understanding of the island.
This was the first big island with a city they had docked at in the vast ocean. Their hearts were already filled with curiosity and the desire to explore.
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
After chatting for a while, they left together.
As for the ships.
Naturally, there is a puppet army guarding it, and since this is a port of a powerful force after all, no one would be so arrogant.
Several girls walked together towards the port town.
"Do you want to join us?" Jason turned around and asked.
Alka thought about it and waved his hand, deciding to act alone for a while.
Jason didn't force himself to go with Simon and the others, and also walked towards the town.
Alka stood there and looked around.
This place is truly spectacular, with ships neatly arranged side by side. The huge hulls and tall masts look like a dense forest.
The crane, built with wood and some metal, keeps turning around to retrieve some goods made of wooden boxes.
The laborers carrying goods in the square include not only humans but also many other subspecies and races of different skin colors.
Alka even saw the gray-skinned Broken Islanders, and there were also many different kinds of fishmen.
After all, fishmen are taller and stronger.
After a casual look, I found that most racial differences are mainly reflected in some minor changes in skin color and limbs.
For example, the gap between the Broken Islanders and normal humans.
With a flip of his palm, a business card appeared between his fingers.
It was written on it that it was the Golden Trout Chamber of Commerce of Balazs.
28 Mast Street.
Putting the card away, Alka began to walk towards the town.
"Make way, make way."
"I want 10 porters to work until tomorrow morning. I'll give you 10 copper swallows. The more you work, the more you get."
"Be careful and keep your head down, the goods are coming."
"The Red Blade Commando is recruiting sailors. A day and night salary of 50 copper swallows will be given, and two silver snakes will be given as a settlement fee once you get on board."
All kinds of noisy sounds came from all directions.
However, most of the time, various people or forces conduct various recruitments.
What labor sailors, even Alka heard combatants.
The recruitment price of sailors ranges from 10 copper swallows per day and night to 50 copper swallows, which is indeed a high salary.
As for why the gap is so big, just look at the recruitment point that requires 50 Bronze Swallows.
Basically no one cares.
It looks like it's not just a little dangerous, but also notoriously dangerous.
Especially since this group also gives resettlement money, which is almost enough to buy one’s life.
The forces that recruit fighters offer very high salaries, which are estimated to be equivalent to a monthly salary of more than ten silver sails to one gold sail.
If a war breaks out, the spoils will be shared.
Like a pirate.
Alka turned to look at the ghost ships passing by side by side.
According to conservative estimates, there are at least 20 treasure controllers on this island.
This is outrageous.
This is just calculated based on the number of ships, which is definitely an underestimate.
Because there will definitely be a ship and more than one treasure controller.
For example, Alka and others.
There are several people who control the treasures on one ship.
Is this the vast ocean?
Alka didn't know what the overall status of this landmark island was in the entire vast ocean, but according to some descriptions in "Dream Land".
From the infrastructure of this island port , we can tell that although it looks good, it is definitely not ranked high.
Even so, there are so many treasure masters stopping at Signpost Island.
It can almost be said that it is everywhere.
Alka thought about leaving the square at the dock and entering the interior of the town.
You can see many small town residents here.
Apart from the salty and humid sea breeze in the air, the surroundings are relatively clean.
The ground was not covered with dirt like in the Middle Ages as Alka had imagined.
Moreover, the street under his feet was unusually wide, and could accommodate at least two large carriages.
There are actually things similar to street lamps on both sides, but I don’t know what they are used for lighting.
There are no wooden houses on both sides.
Most of them are brick and tile houses with 3 to 6 floors, with some wooden houses dotted around.
However, the walls of most houses are painted in grayish white and brownish red.
Some workers were seen repainting.
The salty and humid sea breeze from the seaside has caused considerable erosion on the surface of these houses.
There is a pub next to the intersection.
The pub's sign is a huge sea fish forked by a harpoon, with a wine glass next to it.
Fisherman's Bar.
However, there didn't seem to be many people in the bar, and Alka had no intention of going in.
He wanted to find Baraz's Chamber of Commerce first.
I looked at the street signs.
White Sail Street, it seems, is not Mast Street.
There are many shops at the intersection, but most of them are various ship-related shops.
Selling various boat accessories.
Apart from the tavern, there was not even a place to eat.
Alka continued to walk inside.
Finally, I saw the sign for Mast Street at a crossroads.
Immediately head towards the streets of Mast Street.
It was obviously different when entering this street, the concentration of magic power increased slightly.
It’s not that there’s anything special here, but many of the items here have magical powers.
If there are more items like this, the surrounding magic power will naturally increase slightly.
Alka looked at the shops on both sides.
You can see a few restaurants that look pretty good, and then you can see shops selling spell materials and various weapons.
The magical sheen on some of the weapons could be seen from the doorway.
There were many people wearing various clothes shopping.
Most of these people travel in groups.
This place obviously focuses on selling items related to touchers or combatants.
The 28th... The 28th, got it.
Seeing the house number 28, Alka looked down.
However, it seemed different from what he thought.
The merchandise in this store has been taken down, and it looks like it wasn’t long ago.
At this time, the door of the shop was open, and some workers were packing up things inside, looking empty.
A man stood there directing, his back looking a little tired and haggard.
Judging from the back, it should be Balazs.
Alka walked over and patted his shoulder.
Balazs turned his head.
When he saw it was Alka, his slightly tired face perked up a little and he smiled.
"Arka? Long time no see."
He said as he opened his arms and gave Alka a simple hug.
After all, Alka and his friends had stayed in the Broken Islands for quite some time, and had met Balazs several times.
We can already be considered as close friends.
"My friend, I was just wondering if you would come over. Congratulations."
"Thank you, but are you... encountering any difficulties?"
Alka asked, looking at the shop which seemed to be relocating.
And looking at Balazs's face, you can tell that he doesn't seem to be in a good condition now.
It certainly doesn't look like moving to a better place.
Hearing this, Balazs was a little helpless. He waved his hand and sighed, saying, "Let's not talk about this. Business competition is always cruel, isn't it?"
When I heard this, I saw that the shop was gone.
"You're not going to do this anymore?" Alka asked.
It looks like it's going bankrupt, which is worrying.
"No, of course not."
Balazs shook his head. "It's just a minor setback. The store is gone, but my ship is still there. Some of my crew still believe in me. It only takes time for me to get back on track."
Alka nodded at this, this was obviously much better than he thought.
He also knew something about the situation of the Chamber of Commerce in Balazs.
They mainly relied on the 70-meter-long ship of the time to carry out their activities. As long as the ship is still there, this can only be regarded as a minor setback.
"And this time I also cleaned out the disloyal people in the team, so it can't be said to be a complete loss." Balazs said, as if comforting himself.
Although Alka didn't understand the whole story, he still nodded.
"In that case, why don't we go for a drink? I just arrived on this island."
Hearing this, Balazs became obviously interested.
"No problem, wait a moment."
As he said this, he said something to the people who were moving things inside.
When he came out, he said, "Let's go."
Taking Alka, he walked to a tavern in a small alley not far from Mast Street.
Looking at this pub in the alley, you would definitely miss it if you are not familiar with it.
"Old Alley Bar, my favorite. Don't worry, although it's in this bird cave, it's indeed a nice place." Balazs winked at Alka while saying this.
"Trust me, this bar is important and safe."
Hearing this, Alka perked up slightly.
Obviously, this place seems to be some kind of special place in the local area.
Walk up the stairs.
Open the iron door and walk up a spiral staircase to the second floor of the house.
This bar is actually built on the second floor of the house, not on the first floor or in the basement.
It's really special.
You can feel the obvious difference as soon as you come in.
It is not dark here, but the surrounding windows make it bright.
And it's not noisy.
It was exactly what Alka wanted.