Imperial Calendar, December 28, 1444.
Daze Village, Autumn Dusk Island.
The cold wind crept into Mitney's clothes through his sleeves, causing him to shiver.
Following Chrispa, they departed from Joan of Arc Castle, traversed the shadowy Wild Spider Forest, and after a four-day journey, finally reached their destination.
"They've renamed this place Daze Village?"
"Yes," Qianqian said with a smile, greeting acquaintances, "otherwise calling it Black Bone Swamp all the time doesn't sound nice."
Nodding in response, Mitney stood at the dock, surveying this small port.
Compared to the port's cargo handling capacity, this port was far too large, more than enough to handle three or four times the cargo.
Watching the Beastmen struggling to carry timber onto the dock, a sense of curiosity arose in Mitney's heart.
How did this mysterious Saint's Grandson manage to subdue these wild and unruly, pagan worshipping Beastmen?
Was it eloquence? Or force?
