"Madman? Mute?
Hmm...
Looks like a madman."
Liszt's literacy was low because someone, too, only knew that many words.
May 8th.
Narrow Sea.
This sea area was peaceful and harmonious, with a daily lottery for the dead—a bona fide gambling jackpot.
Pirates in flames, navy men dying violently—doesn't that sound delightful?
The currents of the Narrow Sea are not as unpredictable as those of the East Sea; they are traceable. The land and islands are far less scattered than in the East Sea; coasts are everywhere, with bodies frequently washing ashore.
Brothers from the lower floors of the adventurer's guild, it's our time to shine when the stars align! We've got offers now! And Old Tumor is the one to approach.
In the Narrow Sea, the Triad Gangs fight and kill, and they dominate the entire fishing industry. Ordinary folks barely get a share, leaving personal fishers. But there's a very unique job that still exists in the Narrow Sea.
They're called corpse collectors.
