Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Following the guidance of the Gray Robe, the fleet finally docked at the neutral port of Valennia.

When the fleet appeared on the sea surface, the man in gray robe announced his name.

Even though the high-level professionals on the continent of Soran were not subject to any restrictions, top-level high-level professionals like Gray Robe were still rare. Putting aside the title of Castile's national master, it was still enough to intimidate ordinary people, so the ships in the Valennia port gave way and allowed the fleet to enter the port.

It's just that because the grey robes used the name of Castile, when the fleet sailed into the port, the Castilian envoys clearly felt the strange looks from the people in the port.

The merchants in the fleet immediately took action. After getting off the ship, they collected local intelligence and traded with the locals.

When most people heard that this fleet came from the distant Mu Continent, they were skeptical. However, when they saw the exquisite industrial products on the merchants' trucks, almost everyone held their breath.

Especially those sophisticated devices that can be powered by themselves, some discerning professionals are dazzled when they see them.

"This is the pocket watch used by Her Majesty the Queen of our Roll Empire. This is the kind used in the Empire's research laboratories. It is impervious to water and fire, can tell time, emit light, and can even protect the body!"

The merchants continued to promote their wares, and during the interrogation of the Avar captives, they roughly knew what sold best on this continent, that is, luxury goods. After all, the cost was not high, but the profit was huge, and it was easy to preserve. The specific sales price depended entirely on how good the merchants were at bragging.

These merchants also habitually associate their products with Rena, because in the current empire, as long as they say it is the same style as the Queen, they will basically have no worries about sales. As for whether it is really the same style, why bother about it when they have crossed the ocean? At least the things recommended by these merchants are really not available on the continent of Sauron.

Even if the continent of Sauron really has some of these products, such as various special potions, the prices of the imperial products are actually cheaper than those on the continent of Sauron, so people from the entire port are attracted here.

Most merchants actually sell cheap goods or even some defective industrial products. Firstly, although the seaport has prosperous trade, most of the people in the port are merchants, and goods with trade value are easier to sell. Secondly, those real big-ticket luxury goods are reserved for sale to the nobles of the countries on the continent of Sauron, or used as diplomatic tools.

Seeing the goods being sold continuously, these merchants even felt like they were selling glass beads to primitive people. Even the defective products that were visibly visible to the naked eye were sold by the merchants with all kinds of legendary stories. Of course, this was mainly because even the defective products were far beyond the imagination of Sauron and his people. These were not like the things brought by the Avars. They were real industrial products.

At this time, a shadow-type professional quietly sneaked onto the truck of an imperial merchant, but his target was not those exquisite industrial products, but the muskets on the merchants' waists.

"boom!"

The sound of a musket making the hot trading scene quiet down instantly, the shadow professional looked at the wound on his thigh in disbelief, and then wailed in shock.

"Legs! My thighs! How is this possible? I have clearly entered the shadow, why?"

At this time, someone in the crowd recognized the professional and whispered, "Is that Bart from Latent Shadow?"

"This is the first time I've seen Bart, a latent shadow, caught in the act."

"But how did their muskets get into the shadows?"

These people were not unfamiliar with muskets. As a neutral port, they were the most well-informed. Many of them even carried muskets with them. However, the firearms they carried were completely different from those of the merchants in front of them who claimed to be from the empire but were flying the banner of Castile. It could even be said that they were not even on the same level. From what we have just seen, the muskets of the other side were far superior to the muskets of everyone present in terms of portability and power.

The small voices soon turned into a noisy sound. Looking at Bart lying on the ground wailing, the merchant took out the potion he carried with him with a smile on his face and said to everyone, "Don't worry if you are injured. We have potions made by the empire here. They are blessed by the goddess and the healing effect is guaranteed to satisfy you."

After saying that, he simply treated the wound of Bart who was lying on the ground, took out the bullet, and then simply and roughly poured medicine on it. The pain made the professional named Bart faint.

However, the effect of the potion was quite obvious. At least after a while, the bleeding stopped and there was no need to wear a bandage anymore.

The businessman searched Bart's body for a while, took out all the things on him, and muttered to himself: "It's not enough. This guy looks like a strong professional, how come he only has so little money? Forget it, when he wakes up, let him work for us until he pays off his debts."

When the adventurers heard the order, they lifted Bart up and began to help the merchant explain the effects of the potion that Bart had just used.

The people around heard the businessman mumbling and gulped. Work? What kind of work? Wouldn't it be to get shot every day and then demonstrate the effect of the magic potion?

After this episode, many people lost interest in the products promoted by the merchants, and instead stared at the muskets on the waists of the merchants and guards. It was obvious that the muskets and even the bullets were not ordinary items, but it also reduced the number of prying eyes.

The people at the harbor began to understand why this fleet called itself the Empire's fleet, and the ships docked at the harbor seemed to become taller and taller in the eyes of these people. More and more people began to ask which country the so-called empire was and what exactly happened on the continent of Mu.

Gray Robe did not participate in the cultural exchange at the port, but took Rosalind and the diplomatic envoys to gather information at the port.

"Did the Avars really lose? Did the dragons also lose?"

In the tavern at the port, the tavern owner looked at the man in gray with disbelief on his face.

The gray robe raised his staff and said, "I swear by my magic power and wisdom."

Hearing this, the tavern owner still didn't quite believe it, but he said, "Well, according to the news you inquired about before, there was indeed a member of the Castilian envoy who claimed to be from Mu Continent who was washed up in this port by the waves, but he didn't have anything to prove himself. Maybe he did, but it's useless. After all, you know the situation in Valennia. There is no order here, and even if there was anything, it would have been robbed long ago."

"He died on the way to Qatiel. I don't know the details."

After hearing the news, Gray Robe wanted to say something, but it ended with a sigh.

"As for who is in power in Castile now."

The innkeeper looked at the dignified Rosalin in the gray robe and asked, "Which Castile are you asking about?"