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Chapter 416: 415: Divination, Tarot Cards
Chapter 416: 415: Divination, Tarot Cards
Chapter 416: Chapter 415: Divination, Tarot Cards
October, Frost Month.
Although the East Coast is close to the ocean and generally falls within the maritime climate zone, the impact of sunlight has begun to drive temperatures down. The air turned bitterly cold, and the wind at night, funneling into people’s clothes, was as painfully sharp as knife scraping flesh.
Hai Ya.
This port city along the East Coast wasn’t too big or small, a medium-sized settlement that gained its name because the land extending into the ocean resembled two enormous beast fangs.
About a few thousand people lived here. Buildings of varying heights were haphazardly arranged, clearly lacking proper planning. The streets had no drainage ditches, with sewage flowing freely, and most of the ground was dirt, turning into a slippery mire whenever it rained—utterly abhorrent.
At this moment, Hai Ya’s sky was a dreary grey, and the bone-chilling cold rain fell like broken strands of beads, soaking the ground and drenching the rooftops. The streets, due to the icy chill, were devoid of pedestrians and eerily quiet. The taverns were bustling, however: people with no place to go gathered there, craving a glass or two of the cheapest liquor, while eagerly bragging and boasting about all manner of things.
Guevara Tavern was Hai Ya’s liveliest spot.
The reason wasn’t that it offered great service or delicious meals, but simply because its drink prices were nearly a tenth lower than other taverns.
That was enough!
At this time, within Guevara Tavern, many people sat around wooden tables, talking loudly and animatedly.
“Hey, Duke, have you heard? Last month, there was a ship named ‘Black Thorn’ that sailed out to sea and encountered the legendary Ghost Ship. Not a single soul returned,” a man said, his skin a bronze hue from frequent sun exposure.
“Psh, Hal, your news is outdated and can’t compare to mine,” Duke, a lean man with dark skin, replied with a hint of disdain after hearing his companion’s words, “Let me tell you, just over half a month ago, another ship named ‘Nautilus’ also came across the Ghost Ship, and likewise, not one person came back.
You have no idea. That ship carried the ship owner’s daughter, called Eliza, who had just turned eighteen this year. Her skin was white, especially her hands—so pale as if they had been soaked in milk, soft and smooth, tsk tsk. What a pity.”
At this point, the third person at the table spoke up, a fellow with small, close-set eyes, his voice somewhat shrill: “You know, Duke, Hal, do you ever get tired of talking about the Ghost Ship all day long? Have you actually seen one, or what? Can’t you talk about something more realistic?”
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