Black Sail

He had returned to the shore.

He arrived at a small fishing village of about a hundred people.

Located on a flat plane at the foot of the mountains along the Bay Shore, these houses were all brick and stone structures with red-tiled spires and vertical wooden planks on the external walls. All the houses shared a uniform style; even though the village was not large, it was quite a pleasant environment.

There was no concept of a dock here.

Instead, the beach was lined with wooden stakes wrapped with hemp ropes, where fishermen’s small boats were moored—scattered around twenty or thirty of them, some of which were quite dilapidated.

The name of this small town was too long, Liszt heard it once and lost any interest in remembering it.

Although this place was within Aran’s territory, not every area was economically developed, otherwise the Emperor would have been deified directly. Here, there was no concept of tourism, nor were there any local specialties to speak of, as even the roads weren’t well developed.

It was one of the countless underdeveloped towns in Aran.

"The seafood here isn’t even enough to fill the gaps between your teeth, come to my house, let’s slaughter a sheep, and have a feast."

Galen led the adventure group members and Liszt on the dirt path that led into the town.

The group’s eyes lit up at the mention of slaughtering a sheep; such feasts were rare for them, and Galen was really splurging to entertain Liszt.