This is the main reason for Father’s coma.
Father’s work was initially quite well-paid; he was once an approved magic-guided vehicle driver by the Mayor. However, during a job transporting Alliance officials from the other main islands, he made a monuntal blunder.
He blatantly claid that the diplomat of the Star Ladder’s main island was a monstrosity with a rotting body and drove the extrely expensive magic-guided vehicle straight into him!
Though Father was the only one injured at the scene, he nonetheless lost his job and hasn’t awoken since.
’Nerve necrosis’ is already a terminal illness, and it only worsens over ti. Only the Alchemy Potions provided by the official chamber of comrce can barely sustain the patient’s vital signs.
The cruelest part is that a single bottle costs a full ten Bright Gold Coins!
Mother’s monthly salary from her job is only two Bright Gold Coins, which is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket for treating the disease. Even if she managed to save enough to buy one bottle, could she afford a second one in ti?
Father is extrely ill, and Molly doesn’t have much ti left.
At this mont, an inexplicable calm washed over the brown-haired girl’s heart.
As long as she follows the fleet heading to the Ark, not only will Lord Roland advance a substantial sum of two hundred Bright Gold Coins, but he will also arrange for the chamber of comrce to care for the trainees’ families.
She really needs that money...
So, even if she faces fear and death, she is willing to pay this price.
Molly made up her mind in her heart; she stepped in front of the mirror, wrapped her tail around her waist, changed into her only simple white dress, and then picked up an oversized gray hat.
In the mirror, the white-dressed girl had long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her cute and charming face with fluffy cat ears twitching added a touch of playfulness and sweetness to Molly’s temperant.
Too bad she is a Fes person.
A Fes person destined for no future.
"I’m going out for a while, Mom."
Molly put on the soundproof hat to suppress the hearing from her fluffy triangular ears on top of her head.
Pushing open the door, she was greeted by a narrow street and cramped, shabby high-rises crowded together.
Looking up, a suspended large comrcial street obscured the sky, with roads branching out in all directions like oak limbs stretching to the horizon.
The buildings on either side of the skyway are the exquisite and beautiful oak leaves, with sunlight unable to pass through them, ensuring the ground remains dark and oppressive.
This was the Dark Harbor District, where the poor gathered.
Even in winter, the climate of the Alliance remained as muggy as ever. Molly endured the discomfort brought by the soundproof hat, paid five Broken Gold Coins, and got on the vehicle heading to the harbor center.
Her first priority was to apply for a ’navigation permit,’ as leaving the Alliance with the fleet without official permission would be considered a cri of treason.
The Magic-guided Vehicle roared up into the sky.
The shabby Dark Harbor District was left behind in the blink of an eye, while magnificent scenery covered the girl’s view.
Molly tried hard to contain her gaze; as a Fes person, she rarely had the opportunity to leave the ground of the Dark Harbor.
Soon, the vehicle stopped at the very center of the Secret Silver Port. The girl tightened her hat and, anxious, followed the crowd into the sleek and bright official service hall.
The sailors at the window were an unbroken line, and this is where Alliance’s various distinctive races gathered, with the notable absence of Fes people.
Molly endured the peculiar gazes around her silently and finally made it to the front.
The man sitting at the window glanced at the girl’s oversized hat, and his initially warm gaze quickly turned cold.
"Excuse... Excuse ... What should I do..."
Molly nervously rubbed her hands and bowed her head; her voice was sowhat tense, "It’s my first ti applying for a navigation permit..."
"Fill out the basic information on this form and hand it to ; just wait for review and stamping afterward,"
The official impatiently tossed a piece of paper, "Do you need a briefing on the basic navigation insurance? Let remind you, even a fool wouldn’t skip this benefit."
"Sorr... Sorry..."
Molly awkwardly said, "I don’t have that much money..."
"Then take your permit and move on quickly!"
The officer waved his hand like shooing away a fly, "There are still people lined up behind you! By the way, let remind you once more."
He coldly warned, "You better keep wearing your disgusting hat; nobody likes having a conversation eavesdropped on by Fes!"
The laughter from people pierced Molly’s ears.
"Sorry, sorry..." The girl cautiously held onto the paper and lowered her head to vacate the space.
"Tsk, another ’hat’ planning to go out to sea, how ridiculous..."
The officer grumbled as the next person approached, "Next please!"
Soon, a female Demon with red horns caught his sight.
The woman had a sultry, curvaceous figure dressed in a well-fitting red gown, accompanied by two burly bodyguards with a nacing deanor.
"I’m Nightingale’s agent."
She handed a business card, smiling leisurely, "The usual, we need all the paid insurance services."
Nightingale! A Platinum-level sailor!
The agent’s words instantly drew everyone’s attention.
"Please wait a mont; I’ll facilitate the highest level of services for you imdiately!" The employee’s face instantly showed the friendliest smile as he bent down and respectfully received the card with both hands.
This is undoubtedly a rare performance opportunity!
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