Ingveig, the port of Rendonne.
The port was still as busy as ever, with people from different countries gathering here. Even though the war between Inglvig and Gaulnalo was about to break out, no one cared. After all, life had to go on, and even anxiety could not change anything.
Inside a cargo ship docked at the pier, in a dark cabin, dim light illuminates the tabletop, and flies sway in the falling dust, making annoying noises.
Ender waved his hand to dispel these annoying things, then he lowered his head, smoking a cigarette, flipping through the account book and counting the gold coins.
"Business has been a bit bad recently. The war is coming, and the number of illegal immigrants coming from the Viking countries has dropped significantly."
He sighed helplessly on his fat face, collected all the gold coins, put them in a bag, and stuffed them into the secret compartment under the drawer.
Ander was engaged in the gray industry of smuggling, which made huge profits and did not require taxation. It was a business where he could make money without doing anything. Ander thought he would continue to make money like this, but the tense situation between the major powers affected him as well.
Once the war breaks out, the White Tide Strait will inevitably become a battlefield again, and the surrounding areas of Inglvig will no longer be safe. Some Vikings who yearn for this place will become afraid, which makes Ander's business worse.
"Where is he? Why hasn't he come back after being out for so long?"
Ender finished his work and cursed at the sailors.
"Probably hanging out in a bar somewhere."
The sailor sitting in the cabin replied that after a voyage, Ander would let the sailors go out to fool around for a few days, and today was the last day. They would set sail in the evening and go to the Viking countries again.
Ender planned to stop after making this money. He met a few pretty good Vikings and planned to live in the Viking countries for a while to avoid the war.
"Really? If you can't make it, there's no need to come back."
Ender spoke viciously, and his bloated body shook violently with every step he took.
When I pushed open the cabin door, I saw a long trail of blood all over the corridor, as if a body had just been dragged through here.
"Is it taken care of?"
Ender asked, looking at the sailor who was still cleaning the blood.
"It has been dealt with, just like before. The body was tied to stones and sunk into the sea." The sailor replied calmly. He seemed to be used to such things.
"Well, that's good. They're just a bunch of dead Vikings. By the time they're found, they might have been eaten to the point where only their bones are left."
Ander's smile was hateful.
Smuggling is a business, but he is not very gentle to his customers. Even if he takes their money, most of the Vikings are locked up in the lower cabin like slaves. Some people may die in accidents during the journey, and their bodies need to be handled in this way. As for the Vikings who arrived at Yngveg...
Ander has connections with many factories. The Vikings will be a very reliable and cheap labor force, and the factory owners are willing to pay Ander per head.
He made his fortune with these, and of course the ship under his feet. To this day, Ander still thinks it was the best decision he had ever made in his life.
Cargo ships arrived at the Viking countries to transport supplies. Some Vikings secretly gave themselves money and asked them to take them away from this barren and desolate land. Faced with the temptation of gold coins, Ander agreed to them without hesitation, first one person, then three, five, and even more people, until one day the captain found out about this.