Komer seemed to be leisurely strolling along the ramparts of Bruce Fortress, reminiscing about the time a few years back when he, along with Puber and Ilot, had hurried past this place like homeless dogs fleeing from Homer to the Caucasus. Who would have imagined that the strategic fortress of Bruce in the Busen Plain would now be under his feet? How quickly time and circumstances change, often too rapidly for people to comprehend, right?
Bruce Fortress had become unrecognizable from the days under Homer's control. The river port dock had expanded several times over, now bearing the responsibility of handling the continuous influx of iron ore and high-quality smokeless coal from the hinterlands of Leon. Bruce also leveraged its superior geographical location to become a true regional distribution center for goods, and the floating bridge over the Nissai River had turned the once desolate southern bank into a bustling area centered around the bridge tax inspection office.