Black Sail

Early in the sixteenth month.

As the year approached its end, it was the coldest time of the year.

Even in the winterless Southern Country, there was a slight chill along the shores of Red Tree Bay.

After reclaiming the Great Wetland, the Emperor tried to set a cat among the pigeons by establishing a system of military merits, urging the Sub-dragon people of the Great Wetland to go against the Beastmen in the north.

Unfortunately, this strategy failed. The Sub-dragon people, with their thick skin and flesh, lived in a moist and warm maritime climate with perpetual spring but suffered greatly when taken north. They struggled to acclimate to the different soil and cold, their combat effectiveness decreased, and eventually, nothing more came of it.

Since the beginning of the Ancient Era, the calendar of the Holy Spirit Church has been adopted over others due to its precision and influence, gradually replacing the solar, constellational, and Holy True God calendars. Today, other calendars are seldom used.

However, on major traditional festivals, some ethnicities still adhere to the old calendars and celebrate the new year at different times.

There was not a hint of the New Year’s atmosphere in the Great Wetland—it would be odd if there were one, given that every adult male in the country was conscripted for three years of service.

The Sub-dragon people did not celebrate overseas festivals. Before their lands were developed more than a decade ago, it was the place most heavily plagued by feudal remnants and retained many traditions.

To this day, curse masters planned to use their dark sorcery to kill Murphys.

It was different from robbing trains.