Today was Romain's eighty-sixth day in Sigg Town.
The last time Daken had come to Sigg Town was over a month ago.
Over that time, his caravan had clearly grown, expanding to more than twenty people.
He had shifted from selling sundries to dealing in salt and slaves.
This was mainly because of what Romain had told him: Sigg Town would purchase every slave in his possession with salt.
A noble's promise gave Daken ample confidence.
He hired quite a few guards and even rented two medium-sized transport merchant ships from Bay Port.
These merchant ships were built with clinker planking. They were short and broad, roughly ten meters long and three to four meters wide, with enormous cargo capacity. Stuffing seventy or eighty slaves into the holds was no problem, and when necessary, they could even be used as oarsmen.
Quite a few of the slaves he had transported last time had died from a combination of overcrowding, hunger, and other factors.
This time, Daken did not repeat the same mistake. He had even raised the standard daily ration from half a jin of coarse grain to eight taels of coarse grain.
The six ships were packed densely with human heads.
People pressed against people, squeezed against people, crushed against people, piled atop people.
They looked much like the slave ships of legend.
After passing through the raging waters of Silver Dragon Canyon, Daken reached Sigg Town without incident, aside from two slaves who unfortunately fell overboard and drowned.
When Romain arrived at the docks with his guards,
he immediately spotted the slaves in the distance. There were even more of them than last time.
The fine horse came to a stop.
Romain pulled on the reins, and it could only pace in place.
Daken jogged over to Romain,