On the other side.
The pier on the west side of Delos.
Far from the hustle and bustle of the main port area, several uniquely shaped ocean-going sailboats are quietly moored here.
These ships have tall masts, narrow hulls, and heavy keels, clearly designed specifically to withstand the wind and waves of ocean voyages.
But even such ships, after nightfall, completely blend into the darkness.
No one could spot them; of course, no one would even notice them.
There aren't even any soldiers stationed here; only Greek patrol soldiers appear every few hours.
"Your Majesty, we have confirmed that the Greek soldiers will not return anytime soon."
Pachakutek simply nodded slightly upon hearing this.
"That's good. I have already assured Brother Pharaoh that I will not let anyone else discover today's transaction."
"Send two more men to guard the road over there. As soon as they spot anyone approaching, light torches on the shore and signal to me."
"This transaction must be kept absolutely secret; we cannot allow any unexpected incidents to occur!"
After Pachakutek finished speaking, his attendant immediately bowed and left to carry out his orders.
Indeed, the ships that blended into the darkness behind Pachacute were the envoy ships from the distant Inca civilization.
Because the Inca did not hold a high position at the World Conference, they had to anchor at a remote western dock.
Night had fallen, and only a few oil lamps burned lonely on the dock, seemingly extinguished by the gentle sea breeze.
However, they always manage to sway their bodies and then stand up again, so the dock doesn't fall into complete darkness.
In this corner, there will be no entourage from other civilizations, nor the cries of vendors or the playful noises of tourists.
In most people's eyes, this location is not good; it is too deserted and too far from the bustling port center.
But this tranquility became a natural refuge for Pachakutk, who was carrying out a secret operation.
Pachakutek stood on the ship's railing, wearing a heavy wool cloak to ward off the chill of the night sea breeze.
Beside him stood three of his most trusted attendants.
They all remained vigilant, their eyes constantly scanning the dark sea.
Even their ears perked up, picking up on any unusual movement on the sea surface.
But so far, they have not found anything unusual.
The full moon in the sky sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, so Pachakutek always felt that it was very likely that he could not see clearly or far enough.
"Your Majesty, according to the time we agreed upon with the Holy Pharaoh, they should be arriving soon."
One of the attendants swallowed hard as he looked at the dark sea, but his nervousness was palpable.
Of course, there's also anticipation.
Pachakutek nodded silently, but his gaze never left the distant sea.
He kept replaying in his mind the words that the Holy Pharaoh had spoken to him the night before.
......
“I will order my men from Holy Egypt to take some of our food to the Inca ships late tomorrow night.”
"You can buy another small boat and transport them back to the Inca, or you can store them on the boat and take them with you when you leave."
"But in any case, you must keep it a secret and absolutely not let others find out, otherwise, when you make your request at the world conference, it will arouse suspicion."
......
These words kept repeating in Pachakutk's mind, almost echoing back to him.
After all, the Pharaoh's generosity exceeded his expectations; such selfless assistance was unprecedented in his many years of experience attending world conferences.
More importantly, this low-key and meticulous approach demonstrates the Holy Pharaoh's understanding of the Inca's current predicament.
It could even be described as considerate, which is worthy of Pachakutek's address to the Holy Pharaoh as "brother".
"Some people you've only met once, but it feels like you've known them for decades."
"Some people have known each other for decades, yet they are like strangers."
"Brother Pharaoh..."
"The time has come, will your ship arrive?"
"They'll come."
Pachakutek muttered to himself, while the seawater surged even more violently, making a "whooshing" sound.
About half an hour later, a faint sound of water breaking through the surface of the sea was finally heard.
Pachakutk immediately widened his eyes, after all, this voice was already very familiar to him.
That was the sound of oars paddling through the water.
By the dim, intermittent moonlight, they saw three small black dots slowly moving toward the dock.
Pachakutek immediately signaled to his men to light a small lamp on the ship, and then his men began to wave the lamp to guide the approaching ships.
At the same time, he was also cautiously observing his surroundings, but as far as the eye could see, it was pitch black everywhere, and he couldn't see a single spark of light.
The places with firelight were far away, and the light from his ship was almost negligible from a distance.
"Stay alert! If there are any unusual noises around, let me know immediately!"
"Now we prepare to welcome the brothers of Holy Egypt!"
As the small boat drew closer, its outline became increasingly clear.
Those were not ships from Holy Egypt, but rather some Greek civilian vessels.
Each boat can carry about ten people; it's neither too big nor too small.
It is clear that these ships were either purchased by the Holy Pharaoh or temporarily leased.
Pachakutek frowned slightly, trying to get a better look at the approaching ships.
He saw a burly Holy Egyptian guard standing on the lead rowing boat, cautiously turning his head as he observed his surroundings.
"Are they friends of the Incas?"
The guards of Holy Egypt called out in a low voice, and Pachakutek immediately recognized the voice.
The soldier who opened the door when he went to visit the Holy Pharaoh had this voice.
"It is I, Pachakutk!"
"Thank you for your hard work, friends of Holy Egypt!"
Pachakutek responded, and at the same time ordered his attendants to put down the flaming lamps they were waving.
"King Pachakutk? You've come in person?"
"The lighting was poor late at night, which caused a delay. I'm really sorry."
The guard bowed to Pachakutk, but Pachakutk paid no heed to such formalities and simply beckoned the guard over.
"It's alright, it's alright!"
"You've really worked hard, brothers of Holy Egypt!"
After confirming the identities of the other party, the three small boats successively docked with the Inca's main ship.
Ropes were laid across the deck, and several Holy Egyptian soldiers nimbly leaped aboard.
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