"Speaking of which, what's up with that port?"

On the way to the island, Aske couldn't stop thinking about the mysteriously appearing port.

He remembered very clearly that in the original game scene of the instance, there wasn't even a port; there were no man-made structures on the entire island.

Not even these mermaids had appeared, the entire instance was filled with nothing but undead spirits.

In fact, the absence of mermaids was normal because it could be explained as "the arrival of the undead killed or drove these mermaids away."

But flattening the buildings was another matter entirely; even NPC actions need to have logic. The Banshee Queen's ghostly fleet coming here was obviously not to hide from players... but to gather strength to counterattack the continent.

The storyline of the next version also verified this point.

Therefore, if there really was a port on the island, the Banshee Queen would never have demolished it.

Thinking along these lines, there seems to be only one explanation:

Aske's arrival, the butterfly storm he stirred up, caused the port that should have been erased not to be erased... or the port that shouldn't have appeared actually showed up here.

However, despite how Nora and Medea tested it, these mermaids were evasive and couldn't pinpoint the things about the port. Mind reading results showed they weren't lying; they truly weren't aware of the matters regarding the port.

Because some of their clansmen had disappeared over there, leading to their immense fear of the island, normally they wouldn't dare to approach the surrounding waters at all.

Aske: .......

To be honest, the more mysterious the port was, the more he actually didn't want to go!

But after all, with the Magic Tide looming here, if he didn't go to eliminate the possibility of a mutant, it would erupt along with the Magic Tide, multiplying the trouble a thousand times over.

Sigh, forget it. Let's go check it out.

The mermaids flocked around The Azure Longsword's ship, sailing to a place close to the shallow waters, but they refused to go any further.

So everyone could only sail their boat onwards, finally docking near the berth by the port.

This port... until everyone got close, did they realize it was unspeakably peculiar.

The wood pier tied with ropes, the kerosene lamps hanging on the poles, and the visitors wrapped in coats, felt just like being in the Middle Ages.

Even the most remote village on the mainland would have at least a church, and as long as there was a church, the village would have some technological objects, like ordinary light bulbs and simple coal-burning engines... Anyone who had used the simplest tungsten light bulb would never want to use kerosene lamps again, which had the worst smell and dim light, a true killer to the eyes.

"Aske..." Miel suddenly whispered, tugging at his clothes.

Only then did everyone realize that the "visitors" shrinking in their clothes had pointed ears faintly visible from under their hoods.

Half-elves? Aske was slightly taken aback, then immediately reacted.

No, these are pureblood elves!

Thira, watching from behind, was also a bit dazed because she clearly saw the "guards" standing at the port with Mithril magical tattoos on their necks.

The Arcane Mage's magic circuits.

"Hey! You guys over there!" At this moment, a voice came from ahead, "Stop standing on the pier and get over here, properly pay your docking fee!"

The group cautiously dispersed from the pier, quickly moving to a position convenient for swift maneuvering, while the one who spoke up ahead took off his hood and ran over towards them.

The guy had dry yellow hair, protruding emerald eyes, high cheekbones, a large bundle of nerve strands for hair, pointed ears, drooping with several silver earrings. Mithril magic circuits extended from his neck across the left side of his face.

An elf arcane mage.

"Aske," Medea said softly, "there are no traces of the Mind System or Dream System."

The elf in front spoke a kind of classical Latin, though almost no one spoke it today (replaced by various dialectized Latin languages), everyone could roughly understand. However, considering the generations that elves lived through, almost out of sync with a time when humans were thriving, how could the other party speak such a human language?

Not to mention none of them had pointed ears; just by looking, you'd know they weren't elves at all, yet there wasn't a hint of surprise from the other person, which was definitely problematic!

The elf stopped cautiously about five or six meters away from The Azure Longsword group and said:

"Humans? Is this your first time in Hero Harbor?"

"Uh..." Aske hesitated for quite a while, then nodded, "Um."

"Docking here requires fees," the elf said, "9 stone coins are required for each day of docking, 6 during the day and 3 at night, with the demarcation at 6 AM and 6 PM. Incomplete time will automatically be rounded up... you know about stone coins, right?"

He took out a few stones from his coat pocket, which looked like carved Wizard Stones, polished into almost identifications-like shapes.

Aske gave a sideways glance, so Nora took a Wizard Stone out of her pocket and tossed it over.

The elf caught it skillfully, sniffed it at his nostrils, showing a satisfied expression:

"Purity is okay... I'll charge you 18 stone coins, remember to renew the fee tomorrow."

"Is this Hero Harbor?" Medea asked tentatively with Aske's hint.

"Yes, this is Hero Harbor, the east gate defending the western ocean." The elf immediately showed a proud expression.

"Defending the ocean," the group keenly captured the keywords in his words.

What does it mean? Could the ocean and the continent be on different sides, and this is the continent's frontline in the ocean?

"Is there a good place to gather information here?" Aske asked calmly.

"You mean the tavern," the elf replied, "Go straight, then turn left, go through two blocks, and the 'Sewage Tavern' is on your right-hand side."

In a new city, the fastest place to gather information was certainly the bottom-tier tavern, because the bottom-tier people... especially those who lived poorly yet weren't at risk of starvation, had the highest enthusiasm for commenting on politics of all levels, perhaps seeking some false sense of contentment therein.

Therefore, sitting in such a bottom-tier tavern for a while, you can hear almost all the city's information: from the City Lord's recent foolish policies to a robbery case on some street proving the City Lord is foolishly out of his depths, detailed enough to almost write a "Local Living Guide."

Thus, The Azure Longsword followed the elf's directed route, and sure enough, after crossing two blocks, they saw the "Sewage Tavern."

The tavern seemed to be the sunken basement of some inn, its half-height underground, poorly ventilated, with a thin puddle of water gather at the entrance, clearly hinting it was a place of unbearable dampness.

The girls held their breath in disgust, following Aske, silently lifting the curtain at the door and stepping inside.

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