Chapter 1125: Chapter 789: Expedition Team
The morning sea breeze carried with it a salty tang.
It swept across the newly constructed gigantic port.
The sky had just begun to brighten, yet this port was already bustling, a situation that had persisted for almost two months.
Looking out.
This port seemed vastly different from regular ports, particularly in terms of its scale and the ships docked.
The docks built of dark timber and neatly cut stone stretched endlessly, hosting rows upon rows of colossal alchemical ships.
Each of these giant ships could be described as unimaginably enormous; in the past, every such massive vessel warranted a resounding name and was well-known among sea-goers.
But now, here was an entire row, each identical to the next.
Not a hint of unique style.
If this were to be known by renowned captains and sailors, they’d surely have plenty to say.
Such huge ships should each possess their distinctive traits; coming from the same mold just seemed wrong.
The ugly Night Watchmen have no appreciation for the romance of sea-men.
The hulls of the ships were a deep brown, with angular wooden bodies that felt as sturdy as a fortress, and the polished decks shimmered with a cold, hard light in the morning glow.
On the exterior of these ships, one could even clearly see parts using metal structures, and if close enough, one could feel a faint magic power emanating from them.
These were features typical of alchemy ships, though rarely before had anyone dared to build them so large—the materials and manpower expended were enough to daunt anyone.
The towering sides of the ship, the massive brass paddles silently embedded in the ship’s side, the folded grey sails resembling wings of steel, atop the masts uniformly flew the Night Watchmen’s black dual swords banner with silver stars.
It wasn’t anything particularly symbolic for the Night Watchmen but more a model mark indicating this ship was crafted from the Night Watchmen’s shipyard.
It was also the expedition team’s emblem.
The Night Watchmen’s distinctive torch symbol was imprinted on the sails.
A few captains and sailors, seasoned by years at sea, stood by the shore muttering with envy but with no lack of scorn.
"It’s truly.... earth-shattering!"
A transporter clad in an oily leather apron watched in awe as several dwarves pushed a cart filled with steel ingots and couldn’t help but marvel to the Night Watchman overseer beside him, recognizable by a grey armband.
"A year ago, this was still the ’Rocky Anchorage’ of the Silver Dwarves, a place barely as big as a palm with just a few tiny skiffs!"
"Now? Speak of it, and no one would believe such a giant beast standing along the coast was built in a mere year!"
As someone who made a living at the port, he had followed his captain here once before.
They docked for half a day, restocked with some metal products, and left.
This time, drawn by the rumors, he saw this sight and could not help but be amazed.
Before, he had heard tales of the Night Watchmen and thought it was mere boasting, but now he somewhat believed it.
If it weren’t so remarkable, how could such a colossal entity rise from the ground in just one year?
The overseer merely nodded slightly and let his sharp gaze sweep across the bustling pier.
If he were to say the full-scale renovation of this port began merely half a year ago, would it seem like showing off?
Never mind, leave it unsaid.
A year ago, the Night Watchmen were short on manpower, with abundant tasks demanding attention and no spare hands to send here for port construction.
It wasn’t until half a year ago that new recruits began appearing across various places, filling the manpower gap.
Now, the entire port roared like an awakened giant beast.
This port transformed by the Night Watchmen was not merely large.
The ideas and concepts presented by Kana at previous meetings, combined with the frenzied output of the Alchemy Laboratory.
The port’s operational efficiency had already led globally, leaving others far behind.
The giant magical guide cranes roared, precisely lifting mountain-like cargo boxes into the grand ’castle gates’ of the giant ships.
And these cargo boxes, judging by their exterior, were no ordinary wooden crates.
They were transportation-type cargo space boxes crafted by the Night Watchmen.
Now, the Night Watchmen’s technology in manufacturing space equipment was leading by leaps and bounds.
This kind of inexpensive, widely used, reliable, and safe threefold volume box had long been adopted by transportation companies worldwide.
Its threefold content capacity wouldn’t pose any problems; if any issues arose, it would merely spill out its contents without causing any danger.
Primarily, it is genuinely very inexpensive.
Food, clean water, casks of wine, weapons and armor, tools, and even whole unprocessed logs for construction, under the rough hollers of dock workers and the piercing screech of rolling wheels, surged toward the silent giant ships.
But this bustling port’s most lively crowd was the adventurers belonging to different races, scattered along the docks, waiting to embark.
These were of utmost importance; they were the protagonists of the expedition initiated by the Night Watchmen.
Preparations for this had gone on for an indeterminate amount of time.
Beside piled wooden crates, several young human lads surrounded an old sail map debating heatedly: "Listen to me, go to ’Roaring Bay’! The old Hunter says there are so many fish there, you can walk on their backs!"
They were locals.
"Fish? You unambitious guys!" chuckled another tall and lean youth.
"’Emerald Highlands’, marked as rich iron ore points on the map. Mine for a season, and the rest of your life you’ll live in comfort!"
