In the late autumn season, while cannon fire roared around Xia Lvcheng, Joan of Arc Castle was equally bustling.
In the face of the troop transport ships, even the spice ships from Black Snake Bay had to stand aside.
At each pier on the riverbank, gangplanks extended from the decks.
Stepping onto the swaying gangplanks, men with pant legs tied with twine and wearing woolen hats with pom-poms on their heads walked up the piers.
They carried cloth bags slung over their shoulders and wore mismatched armor pieces on their bodies.
Squinting their eyes, they looked around both cautiously and curiously.
With the improvement of the situation in Black Snake Bay and the popularity of products like sugar and spices, the economic situation in Joan of Arc Castle was changing daily.
Though it might not be as prosperous as the old affluent cities like Changge City or Huaqiu City, it was definitely vibrant in the foothills on both sides of the Dragon Sleep Mountain Range.
