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An hour ago, in Thorn Ridge, on the inner sea of Ampuro Sound.
A damp and blackened old single-masted fishing boat was taking advantage of the tide and the night wind to sail back to the port of Ampuro along the calm surface of the inland sea.
The sea breeze at night is very cool, and the calm sea surface under the night sky is like a misty mirror, calm and peaceful, yet a little hazy and mysterious.
As the distance got closer, the orange-red light emitted by the fishing port lighthouse became clearly visible, which made the seven or eight fishermen on the fishing boat feel a little more at ease.
"We're almost home!"
The middle-aged captain Dave raised his head and took a sip of beer, and said happily, "Today is another peaceful day! Our shipload of bluefin fish is worth at least seven or eight gold franks, enough for us to drink gold ale for a whole year!"
As an old fisherman who inherited his father's business, Dave has been fishing in this inland sea for more than 20 years. In the past, every time he went out to sea, he could catch one or two bluefin fish, which was considered a full load.
But this year, when the fishing season just arrived, he and a few of his men went out to sea and caught more than twenty adult bluefin fish in one trip. This was an unprecedented harvest!
Could it really be that the God of Light who had just preached here is still alive in heaven and is blessing us fishermen
However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, Captain Dave shook his head and couldn't help laughing in his heart.
Where is the God of Light in this world? It is just a trick used by the powerful to deceive the common people. Even if there is a God of Light, it will only bless the powerful.
"Neil, my old fellow, you have prayed enough, come and have a drink with us, we are almost home."
Captain Dave, who was leaning against the mast, raised his oak glass and shouted to his old friend who was kneeling on the bow.
His old friend Neil is an old fisherman about the same age as his father. He has rich fishing experience and is very friendly, but he is very superstitious.
Before and after each voyage, one has to pray and recite scriptures to the god of the ocean and tides, which is really troublesome.
"Dave, my friend, you must have awe for the ocean. As long as we don't set foot on land, our lives are still in the hands of the sea god."
Old Neil, with a white beard, turned his head and looked at Dave and the crew members. He said with awe in his eyes, "Dave, and everyone else, have you forgotten? Today is the Sea Festival. Today is the day to celebrate the sea!"
The word "sea sacrifice" was like a horrible taboo word. Dave and several crew members, who were just drinking and relaxing, immediately became terrified and their faces froze.
"Old Neil, stop talking about the sea festival!"
Captain Dave's tone was a little annoyed. He interrupted Old Neil and scolded, "This year, the Church of Light and the new Earl have completely banned the sea festival. We are protected by the God of Light, and we no longer need to take our children to the sea festival! And, and... We haven't seen those things in Anpro Port for many years, so don't mention it again!"
In fact, later on, Dave himself didn't believe what he said. He didn't believe that the so-called God of Light would come to the sea to protect them, the poor fishermen.