Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

194 Morton (1)

Stepping on the dilapidated wooden ships, the sailors carefully carried the crates forward.

The things in their hands weren’t too heavy, but because the ships under their feet were too old, they often stepped through the rotten wooden planks and into the water after taking a few steps, causing a commotion.

Looking at the wooden crates that were constantly brought ashore, Hobbs suggested to William, “You can look for the Moonlaw City embassy here later. There’s a teleportation nexus that leads straight to Moonlaw City. However, Teleportation is charged by weight, and it isn’t cheap. However, if it’s not urgent, I recommend hiring a few horned horse carriages. Although it might take an additional week or two, the scenery in Ava State along the way is still worth seeing…”

The group had already crossed the abandoned sea city formed by ships and arrived ashore.

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“The embassy is closed now. Be it Teleportation spells to Moonlaw City or other cities, they can’t be used for the time being.”

The elven officer who had boarded the ship for the inspection suddenly spoke when he heard Hobbs’s suggestion to William.

He and his team continued to be in charge of accompanying William and the rest, or rather, monitoring them. Therefore, they were constantly by their side.

William sensed that something was amiss and asked, “Will hiring horned carriages be affected?”

The Bloodblade family officer nodded and said, “The entire Isu City is temporarily in lockdown. All citizens are not allowed to leave the city.”

“What about us?”

“The same.”

William’s expression changed slightly.

“Why didn’t you make it clear from the beginning?” William looked at him and asked with a serious expression.

“The lockdown won’t last long. It will take a week or two, tops. Someone will take care of your room and board. As long as you cooperate with us, you won’t suffer any losses.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The other party sighed slightly and said, “If I had told you this from the beginning, would you have turned the ship around and returned? Or would you have thought of some other way to get ashore?”

“So you chose to put us under house arrest in a different way?” Hobbs couldn’t help but ask when he heard this.

The crippled captain looked around and noticed that the Bloodblade Guards around them had long spread out and surrounded them.

“We’ve been cooperating with you all this time, but this is how you treat us? This isn’t how you do business…”

Hobbs looked at the Bloodblade Guards around him who were constantly on guard against them and said in anger and helplessness.

“We’re soldiers, not merchants,” the other party replied succinctly.

“So, where did the merchants go?” William asked.

“Some of them were arrested, but most of them are at home. Do you want to know why?”

The officer of the Bloodblade Guards didn’t answer William’s question. Instead, another High Elf appeared behind William and the others.

He wore dark-gold scales and wore a blood-colored dagger with a phoenix-tailed sword slot at his waist. Compared to the elves, he could be considered muscular. His proportions in all aspects were closer to that of a human’s. However, his face still carried the gentle beauty unique to High Elves.

The Bloodblade Guards immediately lowered their heads when they saw this person. They crossed their hands in the shape of wings and pressed them on their chests as a salute.

This was probably the special etiquette of the High Elves based on the worship of the Phoenix Holy Fire—Fire Phoenix Rite. William seemed to remember that this etiquette was abandoned after Ava State entered a free city-state era.

However, the information he had read was ancient from more than a thousand years ago. It was normal for some things to not match up to what was happening now.

After bowing, the Bloodblade Guards shouted in unison, “Lord Morton.”

The other party waved his hand, indicating that they could do away with the pleasantries. Then, he looked at William and continued asking, “Aren’t you very curious why the members of the Windsongs didn’t wait here for your arrival as planned? Why isn’t the guard of Isu City’s garrison family, the Scale Guards, guarding the docks? Why is this city so quiet?”

As he spoke, he casually opened a wooden crate beside him and took out a crudely refined ore the size of two fists. He raised the ore slightly and couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder when he saw the silver patterns produced by the faint sunlight.

“Good stuff… I heard that during the rituals for humans to become partners, the woman’s side often needs to give something of worth, right? What’s that thing called… Dowry? I think it’s called a dowry?”

William didn’t reply. He didn’t know who the person who suddenly appeared was or what he was up to.

“Who is this person?” William turned his head and asked Hobbs.

“Those people called him Lord Morton. Then, he should be the City Lord of Phoenix Fire City, Morton Bloodblade,” Hobbs’s lips quivered as he replied.

However, to be honest, Hobbs wasn’t very sure if this person was the Elven Warrior captain whose skills were said to have reached the Divine Realm. After all, his ordinary smuggling ship shouldn’t have attracted the attention of such a big shot.