Otherwise, the Seventy-two Linked Villages, with more than thirty thousand able-bodied men and their families,
why should they follow a band of chaotic water bandits?
Angry Scale Dragon King sat on a high spot in the village, watching the glistening waves in the distance, as ships were lined up, connected together, with people bustling back and forth on them. Men were drinking, making porridge with moss and sea vegetables, and there were various kinds of fish.
All of them were mixed fish, the good ones had to be sold.
They felt they didn't deserve to eat them.
Both men and women had to drink alcohol; the chill of the water was harsh, and there was a saying that fish could bring diseases or ailments, so without alcohol they couldn't withstand it. Drinking was just to make themselves feel better, as they all had issues with their bones. Angry Scale Dragon King's gaze softened as he drank his coarse liquor, incomparable to the times when he was a general.
