The ship that had gone to Blood Port returned. After arriving, it pulled up alongside another Blood Port vessel, and the sailors aboard raised several flags and waved them in a certain rhythm.
This was flag signaling used at sea. Shouting was only useful at very close range, so flags were much more convenient.
Soon, the other ship dropped its guard and sent out a sailor to reply with flag signals.
Although Castel's side could not understand the signals, they could understand the sight of the people on the other ship putting away their weapons.
"Looks like we won't be fighting after all," Erwin muttered. He walked to the rail and cupped his hands around his mouth.
"What are they saying? How did it go?" Erwin shouted across.
"Blood Port is open to the Count. Please follow us." After shouting back, the ship from Blood Port slowly turned its bow toward the harbor.
"Th-that's it?" Zoe stared at the ship ahead in surprise, still somewhat dazed.
Judging by how tense things had looked just now, she had truly thought a fight was about to break out. Why had their attitude changed so drastically after returning to the port?
"What's strange about that? We brought so many Faithguard Army soldiers and carried weapons precisely to prevent misunderstandings—to prevent them from misjudging us. With the firepower we've displayed, they couldn't possibly keep us here, so naturally they became warm and hospitable."
As he spoke, Erwin calmly directed the Faithguard Army soldiers to put away their weapons.
As long as the gap in strength was large enough, conflict would not arise. As long as there were enough guns in their hands, even if the other side had come to rob them, they would obediently settle down and start doing business.
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