Chapter 421: The Sea of Death, Saintess God Envoy

The tavern was bustling.

It's understandable as the West Continent as a whole has a medieval vibe.

Especially since this is a harbor.

Most of the people relaxing here over drinks are sailors, with weapons clearly hung on their waists, a bunch of burly men creating a ruckus with their beer mugs.

The women who frequented this place were no pushovers either.

At first glance, they were tall and strong, with arms big enough to run a train on.

They certainly didn't lack charm in their figures.

As for their appearance, they spent their days either adrift at sea or struggling to survive at the harbor - expecting them to be fair-skinned and beautiful would be too much, but their skin tone was quite healthy.

Not going to lie.

The women in the tavern had a unique charm.

Each and every one of them was a true sea horse.

And they were rather wild in nature...

Watching them blend in heartily with the boisterous men while laughing loudly was rather overwhelming.