MTL - Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World-Chapter 597 port of the superior race

"Interesting, similar in appearance to ours, but without horns."

Hollus looked at the [person] in front of him, folded his hands on his chest, and said with interest.

"My lord, we are a race of humans who traveled across the ocean and came from another continent."

Gren smiled, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to the goatman in front of him—the upper species in the tauren population.

What a strange-looking race, the height and body shape are similar to humans, except for the two curved horns on the top of the head, like sheep, which look so abrupt.

After bidding farewell to the Daxiliu tribe, the Western Expeditionary Team went all the way south along the coast, crossed the South Strait, and arrived at the Southern Continent mentioned by Priest Egbert.

Then they discovered the port city built by the Goatmen.

Yes, the goat people are indeed much more civilized than the tauren or other races on the northern continent. They are already building boats with sails, but the main driving force is paddling.

Glenn made a bold decision, and they approached the port of the Goatmen.

Compared with the sheep people's ships, the three-masted sailing ship of the Western Expeditionary Team can really be called a giant. The sheep people on the pier looked at the "castle" protruding from the sea with shocked eyes.

Grant boarded the pier in a small boat, and met Horace, the manager here, among a group of surprised onlookers, as he called himself.

Fortunately, the language of the sheep people is very similar to the language of the Daxiliu tribe. It seems to be the relationship between dialects. Gu Lan and others were able to communicate with them.

According to the previous management, Glenn offered his gift, and Horace accepted it openly.

But when Hollus saw the paper among the presents, he burst out laughing.

"Guests from afar, I thank you for your gifts, but we also have this paper."

He was able to show Grenn the paper of the goatmen.

Grant took it curiously and observed it. Yes, this is indeed a usable piece of paper, although the quality is not as good as that produced in the Northwest Gulf.

Hollus puffed up his chest and said with some pride: "This is something invented by our clever Her Majesty the Queen."

Grant flattered: "Your country was ruled by a great woman."

"Yes!" Hollus continued to say proudly, "Her Majesty is our jewel, the one whom the gods look after."

Grenn, who came ashore, was invited by Horace to talk in detail in a building similar to a tavern. He seemed very interested in this group of people who came from afar.

Both parties introduced some information about themselves.

"Oh? Have you ever encountered the Tauren from the Northern Continent?"

Hollus looked surprised.

"Yes, we came from the Northern Continent."

"A bunch of poor guys." Hollus shook his head, his horns swaying with his master's movements, dangling back and forth in front of Grant.

"A group of poor guys?" Grant was both surprised and puzzled.

"Yes." Hollus confirmed, "Since you have met them, you must know their impressions of our superior species. They are probably some descriptions of cruelty."

"Uh... almost." Grant admitted honestly.

"But... we can't help it." Hollus spread his hands.

Blessed by the Lord of Light, Glenn silently thanked the gods in his heart. Fortunately, what was shaking in front of him was not a hoof or something, but a normal, human-like palm.

"You may know from the group of tauren people that our upper species is now divided into three countries, fighting with each other endlessly. But although there are battles to be fought, who will do the farm work in the fields."

He lamented: "There is no way, we can only 'introduce' some labor force from the Northern Continent."

"Forgive me, an outsider, who has some doubts. As the same race, why can't you get along with Pin?"

As soon as Glenn said this, he felt very embarrassed. The continent where he was born was also full of human beings, but there were also endless disputes between countries.

"Oh, I really want to know too." Hollus touched the horns of his head, like a human scratching the back of his head. "It's a pity that I'm not a decision maker, but just a grassroots official who manages the port."

Grenn's conversation with Horace lasted two hours, and Horace agreed to their request for trade and supplies in the port area.

The Western Exploration Team spent five days in the Sheepmen's port, and they decided to leave.

It was at this time that Horace welcomed the owner of the city in his office.

"Dear Lord Hubbard, what wind brought you here?"

Hollus was very puzzled. The Lord Hubbard had never cared much about the affairs of the port area. It was very strange that he appeared here.

The port area was built under the Queen's order. The previous upper species were not very interested in things on the sea, but an order from the king's city ordered that all coastal cities have their own ports and try to use ships to carry them out. Material transportation between coastal cities.

Although City Lord Hubbard obeyed the queen's order, he was only obedient. He didn't care about specific affairs, and handed them over to the officials below, or those officials who did not value him, such as Horace.

Hubbard is an excellent aristocrat. He is handsome, rich, and knowledgeable, but at the same time he is proud and arrogant. With this kind of temperament, he is always surrounded by beautiful women of all colors.

However, Hollus knew that the city lord was just playing around with other opposite sexes, and what he really liked in his heart was the pearl living in the royal city.

"I heard..." Hubbard was sitting in a chair, playing with his gloves, "A group of strange-looking guests came to our port?"

"Oh, are you talking about the Hornless Men? Has word spread all over town?"

"Yes, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com my dear Horace."

Hubbard smiled and said, "I was wondering... Should we invite them to the Royal City?"

"The royal city?" Horace asked, "Should they be guests in His Majesty's palace?"

"As a guest?" Hubbard seemed to have heard something funny, "No, no, no! I mean, let them go to the royal city as a gift."

"Gift?" Hollus wondered.

"Yes!" Hubbard smiled even more, "Catch them, put them in cages, and present them to our Majesty the Queen as gifts."

Horace's face suddenly became difficult to look at, "I think this is very inappropriate, the other party is also a highly civilized race."

"Watch your words!"

Hubbard said, staring at Hollus.

"Members of any other race are inferior to our superiors."