“Hey, you bastard! That’s a box of mana stones! Be careful with it unless you want to return ten years’ worth of your salary!”

“Sir! Sir~! Please come to the Dawn Moon Lighthouse! It’s the specialty of Belmaron Hill! Our hostess is undoubtedly the best cook in the harbor!”

“Here comes Sir Galapa! You bastards, get out of the way! Move!”

The sun had just disappeared to make way for the veil of darkness over the sea, but the harbor remained noisy and crowded. There were workers carrying various containers and boxes with their sweaty chests exposed, touts clinging to those who were deboarding from ships, proud condescending nobles and their entourages, as well as members of foreign races constantly looking around the city with shock and admiration.

However, one area of the port was strangely quiet. Perhaps it was only natural because there were ten burly, hooded figures standing in the area. Moreover, armor could be seen underneath their thick robes. It was obvious that they were a group of knights who had just returned from Brantia.

In the first place, the knights who participated in the Brantian expedition were all highly skilled figures with a plethora of experience. Moreover, such skilled knights had returned after experiencing numerous battles and killing many enemies to help the new king’s ascension to the throne. The people of the harbor were well aware of this fact, and they knew that poking around the knights could easily result in the separation of their heads from their bodies. As such, they...