The next morning, everyone gathered in front of the hostel and prepared to set off for the harbor.
"Captain Devitt, are all your people here?" Abel stood at one end of the line and shouted at Devitt who was standing at the other end.
"They're all here." Devitt shouted in response.
"Then let's set off." Abel stretched out his right hand and made a forward gesture in the air.
Fifty soldiers set off from the entrance of the tavern, with the elven soldiers leading the way. Claremont led the Caradia soldiers behind him.
"This is going to be troublesome." a soldier who was walking in the crowd complained.
"What's wrong?" the soldier who was walking beside him replied, "Nothing has happened yet."
"My stomach doesn't feel so good when I think that we're going to sail on the sea for nearly a month." the soldier explained. The expression on his face was also very gloomy.