Chapter 1127: Chapter 789: Expedition Team_3
The Night Watcher is the boss here.
And the Night Watcher is famous for its strict order.
Even a shrewd merchant like him can only sell regular goods for a bit more, not daring to sell counterfeits.
Watching this shrewd merchant, the scaled young man wasn’t a fool; after thanking the Night Watcher, he glared fiercely at the Half-Elf before leaving.
"Tch, so what if you have a lot of supplies, just a bunch of fools."
The Half-Elf muttered curses.
On the other side, a group of humans wearing mercenary leather armor gathered with a few mixed-bloods, among them a burly man with a booming voice: "What’s there to be afraid of? The Night Watcher’s ship is big and sturdy enough, with ample supplies. Once we’re there, whether it’s fierce beasts or ghosts, just slash through them, clear the perimeter with the main force, safe and profitable!"
Who is the happiest since the Adventurer’s House was set up?
Without a doubt, it’s these mercenaries.
They were people who licked blood off the blade’s edge, previously constantly fighting for different forces during the frequent wars.
It was undeniably dangerous, but at least it paid more than digging in the mud back home.
But the quality of life and status, well, there was no comparison, and work channels were very limited.
After the Adventurer’s House was established, they all transitioned into adventurers.
They thrived there, it could be said they loved the Night Watcher the most.
"I heard the first ones up can claim land?" someone asked.
This was what these people cared about the most.
No one is more concerned with territory than humans, and once the news of the expedition came out, many adventurers who initially lacked the courage all decided to join the first wave.
To humans, having land seemed tantamount to being nobility.
Whether that was really true, they didn’t necessarily know.
Anyway, they heard land was being offered, so they came.
"Of course, whoever clears the land owns it, as long as you can hold it. I’ve already decided, I’ll pick a place with a water source..."
Some people had already started to dream.
Among the clamor, glimpses of other peculiar races could be seen.
A towering figure with dark skin, carrying a weapon like a giant anchor, a descendant of the Stone Giants.
A few who appeared to be merchants, draped in luxurious silk robes, seemingly more concerned about the accommodation conditions on the ship, looked like an alien race.
Even in the corners, a few mysterious characters cloaked and hiding their true appearance could be seen.
These minority races from varied lands also came because of the Night Watcher’s expedition.
Mainly benefiting from the good reputation of the Night Watcher.
It’s known that the Night Watcher is always a multi-racial force.
And their motto is to save the world.
Since it’s an expedition led by the Night Watcher, these minority races, at least, don’t have to worry about the Night Watchers turning against them or specifically targeting them.
Compared to single-race forces, they trust the Night Watcher more.
Here.
Every person’s face was filled with different expectations.
An eager longing for wealth, a simple dream of establishing a home, endless curiosity about the land of legends, or merely a desire to escape the past and seek a fresh start.
The sounds of their conversations, debates, laughter as they envision the future, and murmurs as they haggle, blended with the mechanical roars of the dock, the clashes and frictions of cargo.
The Night Watcher’s overseers and logistics personnel, like silent efficient gears, operated methodically in this torrent of noise, ensuring the vast flow of people and goods ultimately merged with the uniform Alchemy ships.
These cold giant objects stood silently, waiting to devour all the hopes and anxieties, carrying them to that fog-shrouded continent that has been silent for millennia.
The Dwarf Sage—Lurik, stood atop the harbor’s lighthouse.
Watching this scene of vibrant life.
"The ancient homeland... we are returning."
