Time goes back.
The merchant kingdom is surrounded by the Aral Mountains to the north and the Athletic kingdom to the south.
I cannot have a dedicated port because I do not own land facing the sea.
That's not why I gave up trading sea routes.
Without the harbor, let them use it.
As long as you own the port and spend maintenance, you can pay royalties and use it only when you need it.
In that way, he benefits from carrying a lot of supplies from the ports of the moving-country and the dragon-country.
The merchant country owns many large ships.
There are many who know about it, but at this time no one cared about it.
Hence......
"Well, what are you going to do"
"Come on... you guys don't get it"
A small group of fishing villages in the southern part of the country.
Most fishing villages, of course, are small and poor.
If it's not deep enough for a large ship to moor, it's not equipped.
There are only fishing boats that fishermen have in front of themselves.
There were many such fishing villages in the southern part of the country.
One of them happened to have a space where a large ship might be able to make a stop.
A merchant gave him a lot of money and, for a while, borrowed a fishing village.
The fishermen get multiple times as much money to go fishing and leave the fishing village for about three days.
Everyone jumped at the suggestion.
"I'd like to pay you, so don't pry."
"Oh... then we didn't see anything. So let's go."
Apart from the rewards, the people living in the fishing village played in the town, receiving three days' stay without using the port.
When no one is present in the fishing village, those who had not shown themselves until then move.
Large ships docked offshore arrive one after the other, waiting in turn.
Those who were hiding in the woods also appeared.
Already the large ships are loaded with the necessary supplies, and all we have to do is' it 'aboard.
And a day and a half later, when he had finished accommodating everything in the boat, the boat left the fishing village.
The rest of us thought about cleaning the area and waited for the fishermen to come back.
Let the fish villagers hold the money, and press that there was nothing, and they went away.
The fishermen resumed fishing without a thing.
So no one knew what was done here, and no one tried to find out.
It was all done out of the sight of anyone.
And now.
There was an unprecedented gathering of many near the valley of dragons north of the king's capital.
Its appearance varies, including merchants and thinkers, manual worker-style men, and men who can only be seen by the townspeople.
Is the only thing we have in common is that we have eyes that are sharp enough to curse people to death?
"The time is full. Now Dragon Nation is sending a lot of troops to the path of the Shadow Moon."
The devastation of the Moon Warcraft caused by the Great Transfer had forced the Dragon Nation to turn not only dragon maneuvers but even soldiers in general to defense.
"To fight the dominant species of the Moon Warcraft, the elite of this country remains on its way to the town of Evereal"
Fighting against dominant species is just about to begin.
"The nearest King's Capital is in the middle of a commotion right now."
Fire flames spread, and the royal castle and the royal palace were also overflowing with intruders.
"We can't miss this period. We will end the history of the Dragon Nation."
It is the man who only the villagers can see from wherever he may have declared so.
The man wears used clothes on his uncharacteristic face.
A body that seems to be undernourished has thin limbs and long legs.
It never seems like speaking in front of those gathered.
But only his eyes were shivering... or giraffed.
"I hope that I will be more determined than this to remain unrelenting. Other than my countrymen, they are enemies. Heartfelt!"
Everyone nods silently at the words of a villager-style man.
I don't speak out loud. Everyone knew that very well.
The total population is two hundred.
It is large enough to wonder where it came from.
If you look at what they do, everyone realizes they are top notch.
They are assassins.
Among them, the chosen ones, called the elite.
Such they scatter and take a moderate distance to advance to the dragon valley.
Dragon valleys are protected by multiple populations.
The outermost guard is the standing guard.
There is a barracks nearby, with over a hundred people under constant surveillance and patrol.
As we creep them closer to the valley, the priests of the Dragon Guided Church and the cleric soldiers belonging to the Church protect them.
They walk all the time in the valley to pray in a determined place.
In the first place, the inside of the valley is intricate, and when strangers go inside, they lose their way to many side roads.
When a dragon pick-up ritual, there are solid signposts, and clerics stand in places that are likely to be mistaken, but that's not usually the case.
The clerics remember the shape of the cliffs, the claws, etc., to figure out where this place is.
Even through the maze and the clergy, there is one last difficulty.
It is the regular soldiers of the Dragon Nation who guard the last fort.
Behind it is a place to use in a dragon pick-up ritual, and their task is not to let any of them pass through here.
That can be called a "no" even if the other person is royal.
Because of these three protections, the dragon valley is recognized as a safe place.
But there's another thing normal people don't know.
Here too is Her Majesty's "Right Hand," which secretly protects the valley.
Two hundred intruders were about to challenge this quadruple defense.