Chapter 355: The End of 1485, Conspiracy in the Cabin

In the sultry heat of the tropical rainforest, flows the Congo River. On a swaying light sailboat, in the oppressive lower deck, a pungent odor permeated the air, stretching all the way to the front of the crucial storage hold.

Two muscular sailors gripped their daggers tightly, staunchly guarding the entrance. Their eyes fixed on the narrow passageway, they couldn't help but prick up their ears, listening to the slightest movement within the cabin.

Faint candlelight cast dim shadows, illuminating less than ten square meters of the storage hold as the boat swayed. The silence in the cabin was terrifying; four burly men armed with weapons stood mutely around a newly inducted nobleman clutching a dagger. Everyone's hand rested on their weapon, their eyes alert, watching each other's hands without blinking. The sound of rushing water came from below, as if heralding the outbreak of something imminent.