Chapter 432: An Encounter
Since his trip was kept confidential, no one would be there to greet him. Otto did not plan to go straight to the castle—he would spend a day or two first, walking the territory, observing before he asked questions. A picture was worth a thousand words.
He stepped off the cabin and onto the gangway, and stopped.
This is… really a borderland wharf?
The dock was built in russet brick for several hundred paces along the riverbank. Trestles extended from it at regular intervals, each marked at the junction with a numbered sign. Otto counted roughly: twenty-six in total, displayed in neat sequence like fingers extended from a hand. Some were blanketed in snow; others showed tawny planks beneath, scraped clear. Even during the Months of Demons, someone kept them in order.
The trestles at King’s City’s dock were less than half this number, and shorter.
But it was the boats that stopped him cold.
Seven or eight of them lay at berth a short distance off—enormous grey vessels, unlike anything he had seen. Low waterlines, no sail, no mast, no visible means of propulsion for something that size. Each had a great wooden wheel on either side and a thick iron pipe rising from the middle. They looked like nothing he had words for.
He stood watching them until snow began to fall, then brushed it from his head and followed the crew toward town.
He was not the only passenger from King’s City aboard the Downwind. At the wharf, several men in black uniforms moved through the unloaded cargo, lifting bags at intervals, writing things down. Otto watched one of them set a bag aside for closer inspection.
“Who are those men? Buyers’ mercenaries?”
The captain smiled around his pipe. “Mercenaries. Those are patrollers, friend.”
“Patrollers.” Otto had encountered patrollers before. The first time he left King’s City he had been shaken down for two silver royals—standard practice, he later learned, everywhere. Patrollers were rivals of the street rats but did the same work, charging more and often charging for nothing. Here, the captain was smoking his pipe and watching them work with no sign of anxiety, no silver passing between hands, no visible negotiation.
“I thought the same my first time,” the captain said, reading him. “Patrollers here are different. Follow their rules and you don’t pay a thing to enter the market.”
“Patrollers with rules.” Otto watched them note something in their ledgers. “And they actually write things down. That alone is more than I expected.”
“Types and quantities of goods—wheat especially. The food trade here runs through the Lord only. Not through you, not through me.” The captain shrugged. “I don’t carry wheat, so it goes fast.”
The crew loaded the bags to carriages and the group moved out from the wharf. Otto stepped onto the road and felt his stride change.
Is this really the most deserted territory in the Kingdom of Graycastle?
The road was hard and smooth, surfaced with something that did not give under boots the way packed earth did. The houses along the street ran two and three stories, and not one of them showed signs of age or neglect—no sagging eaves, no blackened plaster, no crumbled corners. They looked as if they had all been built in the same season. People moved between them without hesitation, without the hunched wariness of a frontier settlement.
He had seen grand buildings before. The Spire of Dawn in the City of Glow dwarfed anything here. But the Spire stood amid tumbledown houses, swampy paths, and muddy water. Here, there was no contrast—every structure looked as though it belonged.
“You look surprised,” the captain observed, amused. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone’s the same their first time. See that three-story building over there? Wasn’t there last time I came.”
“I’d heard it used to be a mining settlement.”
“That’s what they say. Who knows.” He picked his nose. “Probably there’s a fortune in gold up in the North Slope Mine, and the king sent his boy down to manage it. They’re blood-related, after all.”
“Wait—” Otto’s eye caught something across the square. Two large balloons, brightly colored, floated above a banner stretched between poles. On one side: Welcome to Border Town. On the other: Join Now to Obtain the Citizen Welfare.
“The balloons or the banner?” The captain followed his look. “The balloons, I couldn’t tell you. The banner—there are notices posted in the east of the square. Recruiting visitors, tradesmen, refugees. Anyone who comes here.”
“Even refugees? What is citizen welfare?”
“Wages for work, food for the first two months, shelter.” He exhaled smoke. “Not easy to qualify, mind you. They want loyalty, no church affiliation, no criminal record. Most of my crew tried and failed—and sailors have all stolen something at some point, haven’t they?” He spat. “Besides, for all its bustle, the place has its drawbacks.”
“Such as?”
“No entertainment. No gambling houses. No whorehouses. Not a single street-corner girl.” He shook his head. “I’d go mad living here.”
The marketplace lay north of the square. While the captain and his crew delivered their goods, Otto walked it alone. The stalls ran in long rows, racks crowded with goods of every kind. Linger a moment at any booth, and a vendor materialized to greet him—no grabbing, no shouting, simply presence and offer. Whatever came of his meeting with the prince, Otto knew this town had already claimed his attention.
Then the crowd shifted.
He turned and saw two women making their way through the market. One in a black gown, dark hair in a long tail, features precise and fine—a straight nose, full lips, eyes that held everyone at arm’s length. The other was entirely different: soft-looking, elegant in the way of someone who had never needed to assert it, blonde hair catching what little winter light filtered through the clouds.
Otto felt the blood leave his face and flood back all at once.
He rubbed his eyes. His hands were shaking slightly. He looked again.
“Andrea Quinn!”
The name came out before he could stop it—loud enough that people turned.
Chapter 432: An Encounter
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Since his trip was kept confidential, obviously there would be nobody greeting him.
Therefore, Otto did not plan to go straight to the castle, but to first spend one or two days looking at the prince’s territory before turning to local rats for information, as a picture was worth a thousand words.
He walked out of the cabin and onto the trestle, and was immediately astonished at what he saw.
This is… really a borderland wharf?
The dock areas were built with russet colored bricks within several hundred paces from the river bank. Trestles were built at certain intervals, with a sign where the trestle and the dock connected, on which there was a number. Otto counted them roughly. There were 26 in total, all of which were neatly displayed like tentacles extending from the bank. Some were covered with snow while others revealed the tawny planks beneath. This indicated the town’s wharf was well taken care of even during the Months of the Demons.
In comparison, the trestles at the dock of King’s City were less than half the ones here in terms of both length and number!
However, what stunned him more was the boats at the wharf.
A line of colossal gray boats he had never seen were at berth not far away. There were seven or eight in total, each of which had a shallow waterline with no sail or mast. Nonetheless, they were definitely too big to be operated by poles. One unique feature of these strange boats was the giant wooden tire
on either side and the bulky iron pipe in the middle. They looked different from any inland river boats.
Otto stood there and watched them for quite a while. He was still trying to figure out how these weird “tire boats” were operated when it began to snow.
He brushed the snow off his head, put these thoughts behind him, and decided to follow the crew to the town.
Apparently, Otto was not the only passenger on the “Downwind” from King’s City. He watched the crew unloading cargo and piling it up at the wharf. Several guards wearing black uniforms were jotting something down on the paper. They seemed to be examining the goods, as they picked out a couple of bags every now and then.
“Who are those people? The mercenaries hired by buyers?” Otto went to ask the captain.
“Huh? Mercenaries?” The captain beamed, “Those guys are patrollers in Border Town.”
“Patrollers?” He was puzzled. Weren’t they the same as bandits? He remembered the first time he left King’s City, the patrollers there blackmailed him for two silver royals, which he later learned was actually a common practice everywhere. These patrollers were sort of the rivals of underground rats, but they basically did the same thing. The difference was they charged more and often charged for nothing. However, to Otto’s surprise, the captain seemed pretty relaxed, still smoking his pipe leisurely without any intention to stop them, nor did he thrust them silver royals or ask the patrollers to leave.
“I thought the same thing when I came here for the first time.” The captain explained, seeming to have read his mind, “The patrollers here are different. As long as you follow their rules, you don’t need to pay anything before entering the market.”
“Patrollers’ rules?” Otto doubted, frowning. “Even the bandits here talk about rules, and they also note things down. They probably write nothing but wriggly symbols, but this is already more than enough to blow my mind.”
“What are they recording?” he questioned.
“The types and numbers of goods… especially wheat,” the captain answered, throwing up his hands. “Goods will be checked after being delivered to the market. This is to prevent you from selling them to others halfway. The food here can only be sold by the lord. Of course, I don’t have wheat in my cargo, so it’s going to be fast.”
All the bags were loaded to the carriages and everybody departed from the wharf, ready to set out for the market. Otto was suddenly dazzled by the scene.
Is this really the most deserted territory in the Kingdom of Graycastle?
Looking at the smooth, hard-surfaced road, the handsome houses along the street and people going to and fro, Otto felt the town was as thriving as City of Glow, the capital of the Kingdom of Dawn.
As a noble, he had seen many magnificent buildings. Compared with the Spire of Dawn and the Great Hall of Sun, these two or three-story buildings were definitely not in the same league.
Yet there was only one Spire of Dawn, which was surrounded by tumbledown houses, swampy paths, and muddy water.
However, he could not find a single house here that looked even slightly worn, as if all the residences had come about at the same time.
“You look quite surprised,” the captain said, laughing. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody was as stunned as you when they first came here. I ought to say Border Town is an amazing place. See the three-story building over there? It wasn’t there when I was here last time.”
“I heard… that it used to be a mining base here.”
“That’s what I’ve heard too, but who knows the truth,” he commented, picking the nose. “You know a lot of times rumors fly and truth walks. Perhaps there’s tons of gold hidden in the North Slope Mine, and that was why His Majesty sent his son down here… After all, they’re blood-related.”
“Hang on. What’s that?!” Across the square, Otto suddenly caught a glimpse of two big colorful balloons floating in the air. Below hung a banner, which read “Welcome to Border Town” on one side, and “Join Now to Obtain the Citizen Welfare” on the other.
“The stuff above or below?” The captain replied, pouting, “I don’t know much about the floating balls up there, but as to the one below… You can go to the east of the square where the Lord’s notices are usually posted. The banner says they’re recruiting tourists, tradesmen, and refugees from all over the world.”
“Even refugees?” Otto asked in dismay, “What’s the citizen welfare?”
“Allowance for work, food for the first two months and a shelter. Sounds pretty awesome, eh?” The captain explained airily, “It isn’t that easy to get approved. Many of my crews have tried, but none of them passed. The Lord wants someone who’s loyal, not a believer of the church and has no criminal records. But holy cricket, theft is also a crime. All sailors stole at some point in their lives, don’t you think? Plus, it looks very bustling here, but in fact, there’re also lots of downsides as far as I can tell.”
“Such as?”
“Barely any entertainment. No casinos or whorehouses, not even a hooker on the street.” He coughed out a spit and continued to complain, “Wouldn’t you be bored to death living in a place like this?”
The marketplace was to the north of the square. Otto decided to first take a look by himself while the captain and his crews were delivering the goods. According to the captain, there were plenty of rare finds in the convenience market on this side and the high-end market on the other. Indeed there were. Otto saw lines of racks filled with various goods. Once he lingered a little longer at a booth, there would be someone coming up to greet him. No matter
what the result of the negotiation with Prince Roland would be, Otto knew this town had already drawn his attention.
Just then, there was a stir among the multitude.
Otto turned around and saw two ladies heading toward this side.
One of them was wearing a black gown with a long dark ponytail. She had fine eyes, a cute nose and plump lips. But the coldness on her face made her look unapproachable. The other one, was completely different, looking soft and gentle. The traits of her every character were elegant and graceful like a warm spring breeze. Her gorgeous blonde hair reflected a shimmer of golden rays of the dawn.
Otto felt all his blood rushed to his head at the sight of the blonde lady.
He rubbed his eyes over and over again, hands slightly trembling, and was sure it was her…
“Andrea Quinn!” Unable to restrain his excitement, Otto shouted aloud in the crowd.