The Slov Slave Catching Group
Four days later, Port Ametlin came into view in the distance.
El said disdainfully, "This place is too small, isn't it? Look how tiny this harbor is. It's not even a tenth the size of Hidden Gold Harbor."
Lorist smiled. "Can this place compare with Morante? Originally, it was nothing more than a small fishing village. If the Duchy of Rulm hadn't been established, no one would have come here. After all, the war lasted six years. I heard that when the Commercial Alliance used to smuggle goods with the Krissen Empire, they took this sea route. Once the war ended, this place immediately developed into such a small town. That's already quite impressive. In a few more years, it'll become a prosperous port city."
"Even if it becomes more prosperous, it has nothing to do with us. Forget it. My lord, where do you think Fatty and the others are?" El asked.
"The letter said they would set up camp outside the town. Once we reach the docks, we'll know when we ask around." Lorist was uncertain as well.
They saw Port Ametlin in the morning, but it was not until around three in the afternoon that the ship finally docked at the pier. The main reason was that the channel here was rather winding, and without a pilot to guide them, it was easy to run aground.
Lorist, El, Alisha, Shiward, Ready, and Pat disembarked and walked around the docks, only to find that no one had come to receive them. They couldn't help feeling puzzled. Strange. Fatty Shi should have people stationed at the docks every day. How could there be no one here?
El nodded at Lorist and silently walked toward a building near the docks with a sign depicting a