Chapter 601: The Port of the Superior Race
“Interesting, it looks similar to ours, but it doesn’t have horns.”
Horace looked at the [person] in front of him, holding his hands Chest, said with interest.
"Dear Sir, we are a human race that traveled across the ocean and came from another continent."
Glen smiled, put his right hand on his chest, and looked towards the person in front of him. The satyr—the superior species among the tauren—bowed slightly.
What a strange-looking race. Their height and body are similar to humans, except for the two curved horns on their heads, which look like sheep and look so awkward.
After bidding farewell to the Big Stream Tribe, the Western Exploration Team went south along the coast, crossed the Southern Strait, and arrived at the southern continent mentioned by the Egbert priest.
Then they discovered the port city built by the Goat people.
Yes, the civilization level of the goat people is indeed much higher than that of the tauren or other races on the northern continent. They are already building ships with sails, but the main power is still rowing.
Glen made a bold decision and they approached the port of the Goatmen Gate.
Compared to the Goat people's ships, the three-masted sailboat of the Western Exploration Team can really be called a giant. The Goat people on the dock looked at the "castle" that emerged from the sea with shocked eyes.
Glen boarded the pier in a small boat and met the manager of the place, Horace, among a group of surprised onlookers. This is what the other party called him.
Fortunately, the language of the Goat People is very similar to the language of the Big Stream Tribe. It seems that there is a relationship between dialects, and Gulen and others can communicate with them.
According to the previous management, Grant offered his gift, and Horace accepted it openly.
But when Horace saw the paper in the gift, he burst out laughing.
"Guests from afar, I thank you for your gift, but we also have this paper ourselves."
He was able to show Grant the paper of the sheep people.
Glen took it curiously and observed it. Yes, this is indeed a piece of paper that can be used, although the quality is not as good as that produced in the Northwest Bay.
Horace puffed up his chest and said with some pride: "This is something invented by our wise Majesty the Queen."
Glen flattered: "It turns out that your country was conquered by a A great female ruler.”
"Yes!" Horace continued to say proudly: "Her Majesty the Queen is our pearl and the person favored by the gods."
Glen, who came ashore, was invited by Horace into a tavern-like tavern. Talking at length in the building, he seemed very interested in this group of people who had come from afar.
Both parties introduced some information about themselves.
"Oh? Have you ever met the tauren from the Northern Continent?"
Horace looked surprised.
"Yes, we are coming from the Northern Continent."
"A bunch of pitiful guys." Horace shook his head, his horns swayed with the owner's movements, and dangled in front of Grant. To and fro.
“A bunch of pitiful guys?” Grant was both surprised and confused.
“Yes.” Horace confirmed, “Since you have met them, you must know their impressions of our superior species, which are probably described as cruel.”
"Uh... almost." Grant admitted honestly.
"But... there's nothing we can do." Horace spread his hands. Blessed by the Lord of Light, Grant silently thanked the gods in his heart. Fortunately, what was shaking in front of him was not a hoof, but a normal, human-like palm.
“You may know from that group of tauren that our superior race is now divided into three countries and they are fighting each other endlessly. But although the war has to be fought, who will do the farm work in the fields? Come and do it."
He lamented: "There is no way, we can only 'bring in' some labor force from the Northern Continent."
"Forgive me as an outsider for being a little confused. Being of the same race, why can't we get along with each other? "
Grant felt very embarrassed as soon as he said these words. The continent where he was born is also full of humans, but there are also endless disputes between countries.
“Oh, actually I also want to know.” Horace touched the horns on his head, just like a human scratching the back of his head. “It’s a pity that I am not the decision-maker, but just a port manager. "
The conversation between Gulen and Horace lasted for two hours, and Horace agreed to their request for trade and supplies in the port area.
The Western Exploration Team stayed at the Goat People's port for five days and decided to leave.
At this time, Horace welcomed the master of the city in his office.
"Dear Lord Hubbard, what kind of wind brought you here?"
Horace was very confused. Lord Hubbard never cared much about things in the port area. Why did he appear here? A very strange thing.
The port area was built under the order of the Queen. In the past, the upper species were not very interested in things on the sea, but an order from the royal city ordered coastal cities to have their own ports. And try to use ships to transport materials between coastal cities.
Although Lord Hubbard obeyed the Queen's order, he only obeyed. He did not pay attention to specific affairs and left them to the officials below, who were not valued by him. , such as Horace.
Hubbard is an excellent nobleman. He is handsome, wealthy, and knowledgeable, but he is also arrogant. He has an indescribable temperament about him that is very attractive, especially to the opposite sex, and He is also very good at making use of his temperament, and he is always surrounded by beauties of all kinds.
However, Horace knew that the Lord of the City was just showing off to others of the opposite sex. What he really liked in his heart was the pearl in the royal city.
"I heard..." Hubbard sat in his chair, playing with his gloves, "A group of strange-looking guests came to our port?"
"Oh, Are you talking about the Hornless Men? Has the news spread throughout the city?"
"Yes, my dear Horace"
Hubbard. Smiling and said: "I was thinking...should we invite them to the royal city?"
"King City?" Horace asked, "Are they allowed to be guests in His Majesty's palace?"
"As guests?" Hubbard seemed to have heard something funny, "No, no, no! I am He said, let them go to the royal city as a... gift."
"A gift?" Horace was confused.
"Yes!" Hubbard's smile grew wider, "Catch them, put them in a cage, and present them as gifts to Her Majesty the Queen."
Horace's His face suddenly became hard to look at, "I think this is very inappropriate. The other party is also a highly civilized race."
"Watch your words!"
Hubbard said, staring at Horace.
“In front of our superiors, members of any other race are inferior.”
(End of Chapter)