Chapter 143 - 117: Like an Unreal Dream

Ever since the Ark War Chariot swept past the port, the sailors have noticeably become much more polite towards the local staff.

The sailors, murmuring about venting steam, tightened their pants, and many captains secretly hid their bottles of alcohol. Yet the dock remained bustling with excitement, and discussions about the Ark War Chariot echoed endlessly.

Many sailors from small countries had never before seen a flying chariot!

Could this be the reason why the Ark Leader decided to face the Celestial Calamity head-on?

Many sailors who were ready to leave quietly changed their minds. Just by observing the locals’ expressions, it was easy to guess that Lord Roland had successfully returned from the Celestial Calamity front, and the Ark Kingdom had clearly won another victory.

Thinking about it now, lingering at Seagull Port could not only broaden one’s horizons but perhaps there were unexpected large goods waiting for them!

To sailors, the strength factor of any power always ranks first in their hearts. Except for scheming ambitious ones, no one wants to leave their beloved ship at rest in a turbulent country.

Soon, thanks to the diligent coordination of young Lumi, Old Dean’s three medium-sized cargo ships smoothly approached the shore.

Many boys and girls, wearing unsightly hats and having long tails behind them, anxiously descended from the Ideal, beginning to cautiously assess their surroundings.

So many Fes People!

Almost everyone’s eyes converged and were deeply fixed on the stout merchant and the young people.

It’s known that Fes People are notorious for being pushovers. They are meek and easily frightened, deeply loved by those dirty things beneath the sea, so no sailor is willing to carry these burdens.

However, each Fes individual appears very ’fresh’, and when coupled with their supple figures, they appeal to the nobles or leaders of many small countries, with male Fes even more highly favored...

Once, trafficking Fes slaves was an absolutely profitable industry.

Countless Fes died on the sea route or in small island countries, yet under the strict policies of the Fortress Governor, the Main Island Council ultimately condemned malicious racial trades.

This action undoubtedly affected many big figures’ profits, and this is one of the numerous reasons why the Fortress Main Island is excluded by the other two main islands.

No wonder tax-exempt merchants can bypass Alliance laws to bring over so many playthings...

Everyone’s eyes flickered; indeed, coming to Ark Island was not in vain; there were so many novel things!

Is the Ark Leader planning to do something? Having just built a new nation, do they buy these Fes for personal amusement? That’s too extravagant, isn’t it?

Or does Lord Roland intend to throw all these Fes into the ’entertainment industry’?

It must be said, although the Feis Race is inherently weak, the appearance of Fes People is undeniably attractive. Regardless of gender, each has a rounded, cute face, and those watery eyes exude a timid charm that easily evokes either a protective desire or a destructive urge in people.

They truly are top-tier among top-tier goods!

There were already plenty whose eyes ignited with excitement, while some upright sailors slightly furrowed their brows.

Desire began to float among the hearts, but fortunately, no fool dared to approach and cause trouble. Even Duke, whose pants were drenched, kept his mouth shut, daring only to greedily scan the young people’s bodies with his eyes.

Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Old Dean remained calm and composed. As an old sailor who had struggled across the boundless sea for decades, he never lacked the fortitude expected of him.

The young Fes instinctively arched their backs, bowing their heads and clutching their fluffy large tails between their legs.

Only the elder mentor Yi Feng stood with head held high and chest out.

The woman took a deep breath as if making up her mind about something, and reached to remove the swollen hat on her head.

Her triangular ears instantly exposed themselves to the night, and her smooth purple hair cascaded like a waterfall, complementing her mature and graceful curves, immediately attracting a slew of heated gazes.

"Ha—" Yi Feng widened her vertical pupils, faced those with ill intent, and simultaneously reached her hands out to protect the students ahead, much like a protective mother cat.

"Rest assured, Ms. Yi Feng, no one here can harm you."

Old Dean stepped forward, speaking earnestly: "You also don’t need to mind others’ gazes. On the road, a mature and stable heart is more important than anything else."

Yi Feng nodded gently.

Though still somewhat tense and wary, she was willing to trust Mr. Dean’s character.

The young ones gradually calmed down too, following Mentor Yi Feng’s lead to remove their hats, revealing pairs of triangular ears of varying colors.

Their willingness to sail away from White Oak Island to a foreign world inherently represented that they did not lack courage.

Dean slightly soothed the newly-arrived Fes People and then headed to the simple room at the edge of the dock, smiling brightly at the local girl, asking: "Do I need to register as well?"

"You only need to wait a little while, Lord Dean."

The local girl curiously observed the scholars hired at a high price by the Lord, smiling, "Someone will soon come to guard your cargo ship."

Indeed, the civilians of Seagull City never rejected foreigners and even held a great friendliness towards them.

It was through the efforts of Ed, Wendy, Lucia, and others that people gradually enjoyed the good life they have now.

It wasn’t long before the militia hurriedly came by.