Black Sail

Midnight.

Around one in the morning.

There was no difficulty in traveling from the Great Wetland to the Aran Affiliated Country. Within the Affiliated Country, all it took was a little bit of money.

But upon entering the "True Universe Center" of Aran.

Let me translate, what the hell kind of profession is this.

This was an underground tunnel over sixteen miles long, built eighty meters underground. It led from an inn named Nanyue Inn in the Affiliated Country, to a basement cellar of a hotel in the Aran Border City.

And this hotel owner in the Aran Border City was in contact with the boss of one-third of the Great Wetland’s districts, an incredibly mysterious figure rumored to hold a high position in the Aran Court, an anti-imperialist.

If the Emperor were to fall, he and his supporters would make Aran great again.

The tunnel was four meters wide, three meters high, and every five meters there was a long-lasting fluorite that provided a gentle yellow light embedded into the ceiling groove.

Fen was somewhat startled; the tunnel was incredibly sturdy. With a basic understanding of architectural mechanics, he could tell that the sturdiness of the internal and external forces of these steel supports were meticulously calculated. Even earthquakes and natural disasters would not easily cause a collapse. The walls were reinforced with bitumen waterproofing membranes as well.

Without external forces interfering, and barring catastrophic disasters, this tunnel would easily last two to three hundred years.