Chapter 601 The Port of the Superior Race

"Interesting, it looks similar to us, but it has no horns."

Horace looked at the [person] in front of him, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said with interest.

"Respected sir, we are a human race that has crossed the ocean and come from another continent."

Glen smiled, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to the sheepman in front of him - the superior species mentioned by the bull-headed people.

What a strange-looking race, the height and body shape are similar to humans, except for the two curved horns on the top of the head, which look like sheep, so abrupt.

After bidding farewell to the Great Creek Tribe, the Western Exploration Team went south along the coast, crossed the South Strait, and came to the South Continent mentioned by the Egbert Priest.

Then they found the port city built by the sheep people.

Yes, the level of civilization of the sheep people is indeed much higher than that of the bull-headed people or any other race on the northern continent. They are already building ships with sails, but the main power is still paddling.

Glen made a bold decision, and they approached the port of the sheep people.

Compared to the sheep people's ships, the three-masted sailing ship of the Western Exploration Team can really be called a behemoth. The sheep people on the dock looked at the "castle" emerging from the sea with shocked eyes.

Glen boarded the dock in a small boat and met the manager here, Horace, among a group of surprised onlookers. The other party called him that.

Fortunately, the language of the sheep people is very similar to that of the Great Creek Tribe, which seems to be the relationship between dialects, so Gran and others can communicate with them.

According to the previous management, Gran presented his gift, and Horace accepted it without hesitation.

But when Horace saw the paper in the gift, he laughed out loud.

"Guests from afar, I thank you for your gift, but this paper, we also have it ourselves."

He was able to show Gran the sheep people's paper.

Glen took it curiously and observed it. Yes, it was indeed a usable paper, although the texture was not as good as that produced in the Northwest Bay.

Horace puffed out his chest and said proudly, "This is something invented by our wise queen."

Glenn flattered, "Your country is ruled by a great woman."

"Yes!" Horace continued proudly, "Her Majesty is our pearl, and is favored by the gods."

Glenn, who had come ashore, was invited by Horace to a building similar to a tavern for a detailed discussion. He seemed very interested in this group of people who came from afar.

Both sides introduced some of their own information.

"Oh? Have you met the minotaurs from the northern continent?"

Horace showed a surprised look.

"Yes, we are from the northern continent."

"A bunch of poor guys." Horace shook his head, his horns swaying with the movements of his master, swaying in front of Glenn.

"A bunch of poor guys?" Glenn was a little surprised and a little confused.

"Yes." Horace confirmed, "Since you have seen them, you must know their impression of us superior species, which are probably described as brutal."

"Uh... almost." Ge Lan admitted honestly.

"But... we can't do anything about it." Horace spread his hands.

May the Lord of Light bless you, Ge Lan silently thanked the gods in his heart. Fortunately, what was shaking in front of him was not a hoof or something, but a normal, human-like palm.

"You may have heard from those bull-headed people that our superior species are now divided into three countries, fighting each other endlessly. But although the war has to be fought, who will do the farm work in the fields?"

He lamented: "There is no way, we can only "import" some labor from the northern continent."

"Forgive me, an outsider, for some doubts. As you are of the same race, why can't you get along with each other?"

Gen Lan felt very embarrassed as soon as he said this. The continent where he was born was also full of humans, but there were also endless disputes between countries.

"Oh, actually I want to know too." Horace touched the horns on his head, just like a human scratching the back of his head, "It's a pity that I'm not a decision maker, but just a grassroots official who manages the port."

Glenn's conversation with Horace lasted for two hours, and Horace agreed to their request for trade and supplies in the port area.

The Western Exploration Team stayed in the port of the sheep people for five days, and they decided to leave.

It was at this time that Horace welcomed the owner of the city in his office.

"Respected Lord Hubbard, what wind blew you here?"

Horace was very puzzled. Lord Hubbard has never cared much about the affairs of the port area. It was a very strange thing for him to appear here.

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The port area was built under the order of the queen. The upper species in the past 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 was merely obeying it. He did not care about the specific matters and left them all to the officials below, those officials 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 that is very attractive, especially to the opposite sex, and he is also very good at using himself. With this kind of temperament, he is always surrounded by beauties of all kinds.

However, Horace knew that the Lord of the City was just having fun with other people 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 those hornless people? Has the news spread throughout the city?"

"Yes, my dear Horace."

Hubbard smiled and said: "I was thinking...should we invite them to the royal city?"

"The Royal 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 mean, 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 to our Majesty the Queen as a gift."

Horace's 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.

"Members of any other race are inferior before our superiors."