10. The Eve of Farewell

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Belfast today is as noisy as a festival.

Even though the stone-paved streets blanketed with thin mist are filled with carriages and pedestrians, and the air, which can't be cleansed of the stifling scent of burning wood by a light rain, still allows one to faintly glimpse the bustling seaport packed with ships in the bay.

Both Belfast and Himfast are "Faust" class cities, but in terms of population or scenery, Himfast can hardly compare with it.

Just flipping over the mountain's back, standing at the summit to look down, the orderly descending houses and streets, the crescent-shaped bay, and the vast sea further afield are enough to inspire awe.

The carriages in front began to lift their curtains one by one, gazing at the scenery and marveling at Belfast's prosperity.

The last of the prosperity.

Upon entering Belfast, the carriages with various destinations dispersed, but many were still part of the fleet, heading towards the common destination of Rhodest Port.