Although the water level and flow rate of the canal decreased significantly after entering winter, the fleet departing from Joan of Arc Castle still moved swiftly, entering the tributary of the South Nao'an River by evening.
Amidst the curling smoke from the fishing village by the riverside town, the fleet gently sailed into the designated docking point.
It wasn't that they couldn't travel at night, but there were bridges set up by the local lord to collect taxes on the river surface.
These bridges were still important land routes and couldn't be dismantled, so they had to be changed over, conveniently taking a break at the same time.
The local villagers had already prepared a temporary camp in advance. Under the golden-red glow of the sunset, rows of small cabins with firwood roofs stood along the riverbank.
Surrounded by the cabins was a small square that could accommodate two to three hundred people, with the black and red bicolor banner fluttering in the evening breeze.
