Gallonaro, Maluri Port.
The man walked slowly on the dock, and finally stopped in a corner, looking at the port that was still sleeping.
The air was filled with moist mist, and the sea fog covered every corner of the port, making everything in sight hazy. But even so, one could still see sharp and ferocious edges behind the mist. They were lined up one after another, like endless mountains.
Unlike the port of Rendonna in Ingwig, there was no lively feeling of strangers here. Instead, there was an indelible solemnity. This strange feeling had already become a consensus among the captains.
"It's so cold, it's almost freezing."
Another man followed behind the fog, and from the blurry shadows behind them, one could see that there were more people standing not far away.
“It’s been cold in the mornings here.”
The man standing in front answered. He slowly stretched out his hand and gently wiped the railing beside him. Cold water droplets fell one by one, like a light rain.
"It will only get colder from now on." After a pause, the man continued.
"I know, Curry, but... I think the weather is only one of the problems. It's more about those things. They make those captains very uneasy. In the past few years, they were just souvenirs and no one cared about them.
But over the years, they have been reactivated one after another. Although they are a little outdated, the sound of hammers in them continues day and night. They are like resurrected ghosts, making whimpering roars until black smoke billows out of the chimneys. "
The man held up a cigarette and, as he spoke, he looked towards the other side of the port, at those hideous and sharp shadows.
Long before it was called Maluri Port, it was called Maluri Naval Base, with warships docked at the pier.
It was through here that Gaulnalo continuously deployed troops to the territory of Inglvig. Decades ago, those soldiers called this place the shore of the Styx. Those warships were the ships that carried people across the Styx. The soldiers left their hometowns one after another and finally died on the land of Inglvig.
With the defeat in the Glorious War, the severely damaged Gaulnalo needed to revive its economy. In addition, at the request of the Ynglings, the Maluri Naval Base was disbanded and transformed into the current Maluri Port. Only a small base was retained on the edge of the port, but no one cared about it anymore.
Some warships that were not demolished became museums, docked there. Until recent years, engineers began to carry out industrial transformation on them, which made everyone smell a hint of uneasiness.
This was once a battlefield, where countless lives were buried.
"So you really decided to hold the establishment of Orthodoxy here?"
The man asked again. He had never been optimistic about this plan. Although the enthronement of the Orthodox Pope at the port of Maluri could spread information directly through these ships, such direct and arrogant behavior was undoubtedly a direct provocation to the Holy Gospel Papal States.
"Ingvig has already noticed all this, are there going to be more enemies?" He was puzzled.