Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 645:
Chapter 645:
TL: Rui88
“Detained some men?”
A bad feeling arose in Paul’s heart.
Gran was full of apology, his voice much quieter. “We visited the port of the goat-people on the southern continent and resupplied there. At first, the port officials there were very friendly and provided us with many conveniences.”
“However, just as we had finished resupplying and were leaving the port, the other party suddenly attacked us with galleys. We chose to fight back with our cannons and escaped their galleys. But it is regrettable that a towboat that was not recovered in time was seized by the goat-people. A total of 8 team members became their prisoners.”
Gran stopped speaking. The hall was silent. No one had expected that a banquet to welcome the return of heroic adventurers would bring such depressing news.
It was Paul who broke the silence. He remained calm. “Great undertakings are always accompanied by sacrifice. This is unavoidable. It was the same for the Northern Exploration Team led by Stanford, where half of them died from disease in the far north. As long as they sacrificed for a positive cause, they will forever be remembered by us.”
“Lord Grayman!” Gran said, “I think it is too early to talk about their sacrifice. My team members may have just been captured by the goat-people to be slaves. According to the information I got from the bull-headed people tribes on the northern continent, the goat-people kingdoms in the south seem to be very keen on capturing slaves in the north recently.”
“Ah, they are still alive?” Paul’s eyebrows twitched. “All in all, this is good news.”
“Lord Grayman, if they are still alive, I believe I have an obligation to save them. I hope that after sufficient preparation, I can lead a fleet to that new continent again.”
Paul was silent for a while before finally saying, “What do you need?”
Before Gran could answer, he immediately added, “If it is a large-scale armed fleet, I am afraid I cannot provide it. That place is too far away, and we cannot risk sending a fleet there. But if it is a gunboat for self-defense, that is still possible.”
Gran seemed to have a great weight lifted from his mind. “Lord Grayman, I am very grateful that you have not completely given up on them either. I do not need a large-scale fleet; I only need a few boxes of gold coins. The kingdoms of the goat-people, like ours, use precious metals as currency. If we use gold coins to exchange for our team members, they should agree.”
“I do not think anyone would refuse shiny gold coins,” Paul said. “But you must ensure your own safety.”
Gran nodded. “If we reach there again, we will anchor our ships in the open sea and send people to negotiate with them.”
“Another point…” Gran’s face became extremely solemn, his gaze fixed on Paul. “We also discovered one thing. The goat-people can… use magic!”
A clattering sound was heard as Paul’s hand touched the dishes in front of him.
“This… this is a bit too incredible!”
He subconsciously glanced at Ladi Sertia, who was sitting not far from him. The witch was sitting upright, but her face showed a look of curiosity.
“Are you sure they can use… magic?”
“Specifically…” Gran recalled the scene at that time. “They call this ability the ‘Power of the Gods’. The descriptions from the bull-headed people race on the northern continent and their performance when they attacked us completely match the characteristics of legendary magic. You did not see the scene at that time. I just watched from a distance as those goat-people made some strange gestures, and streams of fire were generated out of thin air and shot towards us.”
Next, Gran told everyone the ancient myths he had heard from Priest Egbert of the Great Stream Tribe.
“Interesting!” Paul stroked his chin, thinking slowly.
A demon with two arms, four legs, and steel claws?
The legendary centaur? What was with the steel claws?
Wait… an inspiration flashed in Paul’s mind, and the image of a human knight holding a metal lance and riding a tall horse inexplicably appeared.
Er… perhaps it was just a coincidence.
The appearance of magic sparked a heated discussion among those present.
“Since they use magic openly in the port, it means that magic is a legally used power there.”
“If the Horn Bay Church knew about this continent, they would be overjoyed. Evil wizards everywhere, that would be a lot to catch.”
“Being able to use magic and capturing people without reason, the goat-people must be an evil race.”
After the heat of the discussion at the banquet subsided, Gran continued to tell everyone about their adventure after escaping the goat-people’s port.
“We circled this continent. On the other side of the continent was another vast ocean. Then we continued to sail west. This transoceanic journey was much shorter than the last time. It took us less than a month to reach another continent. When we went ashore to investigate, a huge surprise befell us.” ℞𝘼NÔ𝐛ËS̩
“This time, we encountered human kingdoms. And the human kingdoms here are the Far Eastern Kingdoms of the continent we are on now. From that moment on, we finally confirmed that the earth beneath our feet is round. We set off from the western end of the continent and sailed west all the way, but we arrived at the eastern end of the continent. Is there any more definite evidence than this?”
“Seeing humans again, we wept with joy. A strong sense of homesickness troubled everyone in the exploration team, so after getting supplies, we immediately set sail, trying to return to Ordo along the southern edge of the continent. We sailed south all the way but encountered an isthmus. This isthmus connected to a smaller landmass in the south. According to the locals…elves lived there.”
“Yes, Lord Grayman, just as you asked earlier, we also encountered the elf race that the Eastern Exploration Team encountered. But the painful experience at the goat-people’s port made us unwilling to deal with creatures of other races anymore. So we continued south to bypass that landmass as quickly as possible. We only made brief stops ashore to replenish fresh water and food, but never interacted with the natives there. And so we went around it and returned to the southern edge of the continent we are on now. We sailed along the coastline, and the scenery we experienced became more and more familiar, which meant we were getting closer and closer to Ordo.”
“Finally, we arrived at Horn Bay, where a fierce war was taking place. The coastal countries and the inland countries were in a complete mess. Oh, do you know about this?”
Paul nodded. “I naturally know about this. Our Northwest Bay has sold quite a few things there.”
“Alright.” Gran continued, “And so, we set sail north from Horn Bay and yesterday arrived at the long-lost Port Fran.”
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