At that time, they thought it was a cargo ship, and they also discussed that the things these people were transporting were too messy.

Now that I think about it, it's not the case.

The things transported on the ship were not the business they had made for making money, but the necessary daily necessities needed for the survival of the mermaids.

"I heard that when the old city lord and his team were still in the dungeon, they all developed salt and other things by themselves... Although there was no sunshine, they had their own ways to refine salt. Unlike us now... Even if there is sea water and sunshine, they could not extract enough salt we eat..."

"Dungeon?" Feng Chenglin sat upright, hanging as he could on the helm as possible, squinted his eyes, as drunk as he seemed to be drunk: "What kind of dungeon? Don't you... live on the same island? Oh... it must be your king... your king lives in the dungeon..."

The old helmsman looked at his drunken state and shook his head with a smile: "You said you are drunk and there are so many questions... So, I have the intention to talk nonsense after drinking some wine! Well, I will tell you about our dungeon..."

The ordinary people of the Mermaids don’t know much about the dungeon.

But over the years, the folk legends and ballads have been circulated.

Among these words, people guessed a rough thing-

Many years ago, when the ancestors of the Mermaids lived in the dungeon, they were just a very ordinary family inside.

Their family is also responsible for internal grain supply and is considered a grain official.

Such officials are naturally indispensable in ordinary days, but when a crisis comes, it will seem irrelevant.

Because no matter when danger comes, those politicians, military strategists, chaebols, etc. are the first people to be protected.

"Of course, some changes have occurred in the dungeon, but none of us knows what these changes are... Our ancestors avoided the matter, only knowing where it became a slaughtering battlefield!"

"Battlefield? Slaughter..." Feng Chenglin's eyes narrowed and opened.

He suddenly remembered the ancient city wall he encountered after he was in the wellhead with the old shopkeeper.

A bronze shield is embedded on the city wall.

Could that be the proof of war?!

"Slaughter... is the kind of killing chickens and sheep!" The old helmsman thought that Feng Chenglin didn't understand his statement, so he explained it more: "You are a wild drug seller, but you won't understand what a slaughter battlefield is... I heard that it is a place with piles of corpses! Wherever you see, there are no living people, only dead people... dead people piled up into mountains..."

The old helmsman shook his head and sighed, as if he was an eyewitness of the slaughter.

"In such a place, human lives are similar to chickens, ducks, dogs and rabbits, and they are not worth anything at all... People attack each other and kill people when they see them. As long as they are living creatures, they will not be allowed to appear beside them!"

Feng Chenglin did not disturb him and let him immerse himself in the battlefield.

It was not until a trace of oriental red appeared in the sky that he suddenly woke up and blinked his eyes suddenly.

"Look at me... When I was a child, I couldn't help but imagine that when I heard about the battlefield, I still couldn't change this problem when I was old..."
Chapter completed!