"Prince Xiusenya."
"Viscount Teta Xiao."
Three days later, on the docks of Far-Sail Port, the two young men slowly approached each other and exchanged a nobleman's embrace.
After they separated, Prince Xiusenya spoke first. "It has been many days, Viscount Teta Xiao. You seem even more spirited than before."
Romon looked at him and said, "Your Highness, you are becoming more and more valiant as well. I believe this expedition will bring glory and profit to the kingdom."
"I hope it will be as you say!" Prince Xiusenya smiled. His dashing, carefree bearing drew wave after wave of soft cries from the women in the crowd.
The local customs here were rather open, and the women were not shy or demure.
Amused by the sight, Romon laughed heartily and joked with Prince Xiusenya beside him, "Your Highness, you are very popular among the people of my territory!"
As the two chatted and laughed, Shakat had already finished arranging the ranks. All seven warships were ready.
Seeing this, Prince Xiusenya said, "Viscount Teta Xiao, what a pity that you cannot go in person. Still, I had long heard that your fleet was formidable. Seeing it today, the rumors were indeed true."
He was quite satisfied with the fleet Romon had dispatched. These were the main strength of the Fifth Fleet; Romon had not sent a few battered ships merely to go through the motions.
"Prince Xiusenya, my lord, shall we invite the priests to bestow their blessings?" someone stepped forward to ask.
Before setting out, armies were generally blessed by the War God. In the navy's special circumstances, they could also seek the Sea God's blessing. Naturally, Romon had invited priests of the War God to grant their blessing.
After the blessing came the official departure.
"Good, begin!" Romon knew the