The withered vines drooped down, covering the rotting wooden structure. The entire ruins had been frozen in a silent atmosphere that no one had tread within for a while.
Alger and a few sailors circled around the ruin in the environment of a withering winter, but they still failed to discover anything of value.
"Captain, batches of adventurers have come here before. What else could they have left us?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties impatiently broke the silence.
This resonated with his other companions as they echoed, "A place that didn't take us much time to learn about can definitely be easily found by others."
"That's right, that's right. Let's continue to f**k the Feysacians!"
"Captain, are you trying to make this place a stronghold?"
Alger slowly scanned the area, quelling the sailors to stop their complaints under his gaze and making them choose to obey.
