CXXXVII. Red Tree Bay Shore

Ethnicity, land, hatred.

Swords and fire, blood and tears.

Never leaving the hot soil of the Southern Country.

It's hard to say if it's deserved because, to this day, with the increasing advancement of navigation technology.

This land belongs to anyone, speculators, ambitious people, mercenaries, pirates, adventurers, Aran people.

But it is exclusively not owned by…

The natives.

The next day.

The SS Fuma Keqing Revenge had docked, stationed at the beach of Red Tree Bay Shore, formally entering the area of the Great Wetland.

Strictly speaking, this could not be called a port, lacking essential conditions for trade.

It was just a border town, without a pier, where scattered dozens of ships docked, mostly ferries used to transport passengers, where adventurers and speculators liked to gather.

And the so-called Ministry of Sea Affairs here was purely ornamental, symbolically stopping Liszt just to show their greedy faces.