One of the few ports connected to the continent of Karimdor across the Endless Sea, Minahir Harbor is also the maritime gateway to the Dwarven kingdom of Ironforge. Exquisite steel products and gems from the Underworld were sold throughout Azeroth, and then shipped to Ironforge.

For the huge profits generated by these trades, ships from the Night Elf nation of Darnassus and the human ports of Theramore, Stormwind, and the island nation of Kurtilas are flocked all year round, and merchant ships from the goblin cities of Ratchet and Treasure Bay are not uncommon. But since last month, there have been fewer merchant ships coming from all over the country, and the once busy docks have begun to look deserted. No one knows exactly what happened, because no ship has brought useful news so far, especially since the people in the harbor have not seen a single ship enter the port since the beginning of the week.

So when the news of the maiden's arrival came, the whole dock became boiling. It's not for the excitement or just curiosity, because the people who live here basically live on the sea trade, and everything that happens at sea is related to everyone's interests, and they can't wait to know what's going on.

However, after unloading some of the passengers after entering the port, the Virgo left for repairs at the dockyard, and the people had to turn their attention to the passengers. Although the heavily armed men did not look easy to mess with, it still could not resist the eagerness of the people to know the truth, and after Lieutenant Timonsey Clark checked their identities, the onlookers rushed forward with a bang.

"Hey, guys, what the hell did you encounter at sea?" Someone opened his mouth directly and asked,

"Here, man, take it, what's the news to tell the brothers, I know the rules, and I will never go out and talk nonsense." Some old slippery heads couldn't help but stuff a few silver horns into the soldiers, and warmly wrapped up friendships.

"Tell me, kid, what's going on at sea? My child is about the same age as you, he went to sea a month ago and has not come back yet, and his mother is about to cry! An old man grabbed a young soldier and pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Diego, who was barely able to move, looked at the crowd around him and glanced back at Huffman, who came over in understanding.

"Tell everyone, keep your mouth shut, and wait until you meet the local governor here before you make a theory." He commanded in a whisper.

Huffman nodded, he understood what Diego meant, if the news was spread rashly, it would not be a good thing for the people living by the sea, and Erzumat's prestige was enough to cause a panic. This is likely to draw the ire of port officials. Diego didn't want to get in trouble, he preferred the news to leak out of Captain Aubrey's men first. He believed that the mouths of the sailors of the Virgin were definitely not so tight, and it would not take a few days for everyone to know about them.

The soldiers were obedient and kept their mouths shut, but the residents who were bent on knowing the truth would not have let them go so easily, and if it weren't for Lieutenant Timonsey Clarke, who had not discovered that the momentum was wrong and dispersed the crowd in time, Diego and his party would not have been able to enter the city until the second half of the night.

"Thank you very much for your help, Lieutenant, and I would like to ask you to convey to Captain Stoffy that I am very eager to meet with him, and I am sure he will be interested in the news I have brought." Looking at the crowd that was gradually dispersing, Diego whispered to Lieutenant Clark.

"I think so too!" The lieutenant agreed, saying that he didn't want to know what had happened to the Virgin, but Diego's aristocratic status did not allow him to force the question. If the viscount wanted to take the initiative to tell him, it would be great.

Escorted by the lieutenant, Diego and they soon entered the inner city.

Because of the humid air blowing from the Endless Sea, the roads here are all wet and smell of the sea. Most of the buildings on both sides of the road are large and small shops. Not only dwarven specialties such as ores, weapons, and various gems, but also food and cloth produced by the human kingdom, precious wood and exquisite works of art produced by the elven kingdom, as well as leather and medicinal herbs transported from the city of Ratchet can all be seen here. However, due to the depression of the port, the business of these shops has also become much less than before, and almost all of them are closed.

The streets here are arranged in a circular shape around the main castle, and the group circles half a circle before stopping in front of a large inn.

The Deepwater Inn, a human-style inn that is more comfortable than a dwarven-style semi-underground building.

Compared to the other slumped shops in the city, the Deepwater Inn had far more customers - because there were no merchant ships entering the port, many caravans from Ironforge who wanted to make their way to various parts of Azeroth had to be stranded here. But unlike the panicked locals of Minahill, these travelers don't seem to be in a hurry, just a little bored, and they've been used to going from port to port more than once when sailings have been stopped by storms.

When Diego and his party swarmed in, the Deepwater Hotel was packed. The innkeeper, Heblake, a dwarf with a big black beard, quickly shunted some of the people under the canopy in the backyard so that everyone could get a seat. Diego and Masrae, as well as the priests, were invited to the small hall upstairs.

I have to say that the chef of the Deep Water Hotel is very good, even if so many customers pour in at once, he still takes care of everyone's needs. Shortly after Diego and his party sat down, a steaming meal was brought to the table.

Because the ship is always undulating at sea, in order to prevent spilling the soup, the pots on the Virgo are all special copper pots, deep and large, and the cook has only one cooking technique, stewed vegetables, stewed pastries, stewed meat, stewed fish, anyway, anything that can be thrown into the pot, he can stew it for you, as for the taste, what more can you ask for? In fact, this is also characteristic of almost all meals on board - generous, greasy, and filling.

So when they saw the sumptuous meal served by the hosts, their eyes were almost green, and even the pastors only took a few seconds to complete their routine pre-dinner prayers and begin to feast.

Because there are many rivers and lakes in the wetlands, there is water almost three feet into the ground, so there are few farms here, and the inns serve mostly meat such as lamb chops, bacon, wild boar ham, roasted quail, and not without pasta such as cornbread and cherry pies, but this one is more expensive, almost three times as much as meat, and the opposite is the other place. But as a harbour city, fish is also a must-have, and the dishes made with fresh silverhead salmon, barbed catfish and colein are so unique that you can't stop eating them.

They had a great meal, and it took them three quarters of an hour to sweep away all the food on the table, and even the little fish soup that was left on the plate, Masrae dipped it in the last piece of bread and ate it. The hostesses on the side had long been accustomed to the greedy eating of these gourmets, because almost everyone who had come off the ship after a long journey came to the store with the appearance of the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Just as they were full of food and drink, and leaning on their stomachs in their chairs, Huffman came up from downstairs.

"Captain Stoffey wants to see you." He whispered.

"As I expected, it's time to come," Diego nodded, then looked at the priests, "Alright, brothers, please let me talk to the captain about something privately." ”

He spoke very politely, but at the same time he was commanding, and the priests stood up with great interest.

"You can go to the bar for a drink, count me into the account, I remember the mead here tastes good," Diego said with a smile, leaning out from the guardrail and saying to Huffman as he walked down the stairs, "Tell the brothers downstairs that they can have fun on their own tonight, just remember to come back tomorrow morning." ”

A few minutes later, there was a cheer from downstairs that almost toppled the floor. As a generous boss, Diego paid his own guards twice as much as the average noble guard, and for a few months, the Storm Whip, both officers and captains, had their money bags bulging, and the long voyage had already suffocated them.