Chapter 2395 Genoa Bay
“Beep! Beep!” The long and short siren sounds continuously echoed from all over the port, rising one after another. Countless ships, large and small, shuttled between the waterways, crisscrossing, making for a lively scene.
Genoa Bay was not actually the real city of Genoa, but a port affiliated with the Main City. However, even as a port, its scale was no less than that of a real city.
I had seen many ports during this period. Whether it was the Pirate Secret Port of Misty Island, the military and civilian port with city walls in Lisbon, or the naval elements on Saint Port Island, each had its unique characteristics.
However, none of them were as prosperous and lively as Genoa Bay. In a sense, the port here could even be described as luxurious and extravagant.
Along this arc-shaped port were bases built on reclaimed land, on which port buildings were erected in a square urban style. Even these functional buildings were still built very luxuriously.
The port’s bases and stone piers were all made of white jade. The buildings above had both Gothic and Latin styles, mostly rows of four or five-story residential and office buildings, with Gargoyle statues at the corners.
This was the biggest difference I felt between Genoa Bay and other ports. There were too many decorative elements. There were trees and flower garlands lining the streets of the port area, and even an Angel statue fountain in the loading area.
Drawbridges spanned the waterways between urban areas. When large ships passed, the bridges would be lifted to allow them to pass. As ships of various types sailed continuously on the waterways, signalmen had to stand at a high place to direct them, otherwise, the intersecting waterways would become blocked.
This port had expanded to the point of becoming a water city. The crisscrossing waterways were the roads, and the ships, large and small, were the vehicles, making it extremely busy.
This reminded me of a famous city built on water in my previous life, Venice, which was also the commercial republic that competed most fiercely with Genoa in the Mediterranean Sea.
Coincidentally, Fuldamantha was also saying to Older Brother Jayad, “Boss, this harbor is nothing. After all, it’s just Genoa’s affiliated harbor. The truly largest and most prosperous city is Venice. You’ll never forget it once you’ve been there.”
“What is it like there?” Older Brother Jayad said indifferently. He had recently seen an island of Sea People made of coral as large as a mountain and felt that no man-made building could surprise him anymore.
“It’s a circular city built on the sea, with ten giant circular city walls from the outside to the inside. There are even waterfalls and rapids within the city. Its magnificence and prosperity are no less than Atlantis, and I can hardly describe it in words,” Fuldamantha said with emotion.
“Huh? Does Atlantis really exist? That’s the legendary super-ancient city that sank beneath the ocean due to floods,” Lorna floated out and asked, but their focus was not on Venice at all.
“Yes, Atlantis does exist, and it still exists. It has become an underwater dwelling for various races to live together. It is still very prosperous, even more prosperous than in ancient times. If you can survive underwater, you can even visit,” Jayad chuckled.
“Boss knows Atlantis too?” Fuldamantha asked. He had been traveling with us on the ship during this period and had gotten used to the occasional ghost passing through walls or seeing a beautiful girl drinking blood and eating raw meat in the kitchen at night. These were common occurrences.
He also knew that many of the boss’s female subordinates were a little unusual, but it wasn’t particularly strange. Rich people played extravagantly, especially young and wealthy individuals like the boss.
For example, Gaspar had a large group of beautiful alien slave girls, specializing in selling them to the rich for enjoyment. Of course, he also had handsome and delicate alien youths, supplying them to old homosexuals.
So Gaspar was no stranger to alien races, but it was strange to him that so many alien girls could get along harmoniously and show such admiration for Jayad.
“Yes, of course, I know Atlantis. I just looked up its information recently,” Older Brother Jayad said. To deal with the Deep Ones and the Sea People, we had been researching a lot about sea races recently, and we happened to come across information about Atlantis.
While it was a legend from a previous life with uncertain truth, in this world, Atlantis is real. It sank into the sea ten thousand years ago due to a great flood. According to records, it happened during Divine Punishment, and all signs indicate that the four newborns of the Sea People might have been responsible.
However, Atlantis was not destroyed. Many alien races who fled into the sea to escape Divine Punishment occupied Atlantis and made it their home.
Over the next ten thousand years, Atlantis continued to develop, expanding to more than ten times its size before it sank, becoming the number one largest city underwater. It would still rank in the top ten even if compared to cities on land.
“I’ve even been there. Although I can’t swim, so I didn’t go down, I once sailed to the location of Atlantis to trade goods with them. The sea races there are very generous and hospitable, and they traded a lot of good things with me,” Fuldamantha recalled.
Jayad hired Fuldamantha because he needed his experience of having seen and done everything all over the world. He smiled, “Let alone Atlantis, we’re about to dock. How we settle down and do business here will be up to you to arrange.”
“Yes, Boss,” Fuldamantha replied seriously. The boss’s real mission was finally coming. Gaining a foothold in Genoa, the country of commerce, would be a very severe test to start with.
Because the port had been expanded into a city on reclaimed land, Genoa Bay had multiple ports capable of docking a large number of ships. As a captain who often traded in the Mediterranean Sea, he naturally had a familiar pier in Genoa.
He chose to dock at a cargo terminal because he operated a cargo ship. On the dock, there was a large open space and warehouses, directly serving as a loading and storage area. Beside the dock, there was a steam crane dozens of meters high, allowing for direct unloading operations.
At this dock, only cargo ships were docked. Beside us was a very professional cargo ship. Apart from a low superstructure, the middle was a flat deck that could be filled with containers or directly loaded with goods.
The captain and the dock administrator were old friends. Shortly after they docked, the administrator came to see him, “Old friend, why are you back in Genoa so soon? I remember your plan before your last voyage was not to return here for a while.”
“Plans can’t keep up with changes. I’m carrying a generous boss, so I had to bring him here. Boss, this is the administrator of this dock. You can find him for supplies or unloading. He has a large group of workers under him,” the captain introduced us.
