After walking a few steps, he saw a group of pirates suspected of having clashed with local gangsters. Both sides drew their weapons and fought loudly.

Klein passed by calmly, without any thought of stopping him.

At this moment, he saw a guy who seemed to be a local took out a few cans from his pocket, opened the lid, and threw it into the middle of the road.

"What does this mean?" Klein almost laughed, and immediately thought of a well-known item in the sea.

Canned wolf fish!

Canned wolffish popular in the east coast of Fusac, Gargas Islands and other places!

As soon as the thought surfaced, an indescribable stench entered Klein's nose.

His face twitched a few times, he forcibly endured the discomfort in his body, and quickly left the area.

A few of the pirates who were attacked vomited on the spot, and the rest hurriedly dragged their companions to escape, as if they lost their fighting power all at once.

A minute later, in a hidden corner, the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow squatted down, retching silently.

The smell of this canned wolf fish is really irritating...not only smelly, but also disgusting...it's simply biochemical poisonous gas! Klein squatted in the corner, and it took more than ten seconds for him to return to normal.

At the previous moment, he had underestimated the smell of canned wolf fish too much, and failed to make the most effective response in time. He did not use a "paper doll stand-in" or create an invisible air tube on the spot to pretend that he was breathing underwater.

Now, he finally realized how wise his decision not to open canned wolffish in public was!

Phew... Klein exhaled, stood up slowly, picked up his luggage, and walked out of the pier step by step.

His first impression of this city called Nass is that the houses are mostly white and stone materials are widely used. The second is that the location is not too far north, but the temperature is quite cold. Even though it is April, it is still only a few degrees Celsius. , The third is that there are many whaling houses, in which huge beluga whales are dismembered into skin, meat, fat, bones and "gray amber".

The latter two are panniers that can be used to make long banquet skirts, and the other is top-quality spices. Whether used as incense or added to perfume, they are all luxury items that can only be enjoyed by nobles and rich people.

As for the skin, meat, and fat of the beluga whale, they also have their own uses. They can be used to make clothes, food, and oil. In Nass, in the Gargas Islands, Beluga cuisine has formed a unique culture, with various techniques and famous restaurants.

Klein passed by one after another whaling house, and saw a lot of fat stripped out being carried by a wagon, driving to a factory not far away with black smoke. It was an oil refinery with Gargas characteristics. There the fat would be refined into whale oil, packed into bottles and barrels, an excellent fuel and the blood of certain industries.

Very distinctive... Klein exhaled a white breath, and stopped to watch for a while.

After leaving the port and coming to the urban area, bursts of noisy Feysac words came into his ears.

Klein, who has mastered the ancient Fusac language, the source of the northern continent's language, has long been familiar with the words of the northern barbarians. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked over. He saw tall people with blond hair holding banners and parading in the on the street.

The banner at the front clearly stated their demands for protest: "Against the overfishing of beluga whales, we need sustainable development!"

Poof... Klein almost lost his composure, and immediately believed that 99% of the concept of "sustainable development" was "invented" by Emperor Roselle.

Turning his eyes, he looked at the banners behind, and the purpose of this parade became clearer: "Whaling for survival, not for pleasure!"

"Human beings are no nobler than white whales!"

"Greedy demons leave Nath!"

At this time, policemen in gray uniforms held shields, long forks and sticks to block the progress of the parade.

After a brief quarrel, the scene quickly became heated.

Many young people in the parade threw open cans of wolf fish and ignited spirits stuffed with cloth strips.

Klein pinched his nose and looked at the flames burning on the street. He found that many passers-by didn't feel anything about it. Except for a small number of onlookers, the rest were heading towards their destination normally. JrNovels.com