Black Sail

Londen City, as one of the East Coast's seaports, had its extensive trade network necessitate the construction of improved roads that radiated to the surrounding areas, far surpassing the provincial beaten earth paths. These roads, put together with stone slabs, were worthy of being called highways, facilitating the transport of goods, and wine inns were plentiful along the way.

The convenience of transportation also led to Londen City's mixed population, with peddlers and runners being a dime a dozen, and merchants traveling from south to north becoming the easy prey of criminals.

The Black Sail Pirate Group also joined this thriving market, working meticulously and diligently in their ventures.

The early winter sea breeze carried a chill already.

At high noon, the sunlight was abundant. Shadows of leaves danced on the stone-paved road like a kaleidoscope moved by the wind, creating a beautiful and enticing landscape.

But three menacing figures stood starkly out of place in this pretty setting.

Liszt, who was owed money, was walking towards Londen City, heading to the rendezvous point at the inn, about half an hour's distance.

It wasn't that Liszt didn't want to get a few mounts, but with Ox and Rein's stature, they would wear out two horses in a day. Mounts with a large carrying capacity, like the marcher hippogriffs or the lizard-like land dragons, were too expensive; it just wasn't worth the unreasonable cost.

As Liszt walked, he counted his money. The income from the wine inn plus the previous debts totaled seventy-nine Golden Dragons.