"Okay, after we finish moving all this, we can head back..."
Before Pachakutek could finish speaking, he saw the torches lit in the distance.
That means someone is approaching.
What happened?
"Quick! You all go and take a look!"
Pachakutek saw the torchlight in the distance and immediately became alert.
"What?! Why would someone come at this hour?!"
"Quickly! Get our ships out of the harbor right now!"
Pachakutek quickly called to his entourage.
However, his entourage only looked at Pachakutk with expressions of horror.
Because they haven't even finished sorting the goods yet, and less than a third of the cargo has been loaded onto the ship.
The warriors of Holy Egypt have gone far away, and Pachakutek is now isolated and helpless.
More importantly, Pachakutek had promised the Holy Pharaoh that he would never let anyone else know what had happened today.
But it is clear that if the other side forces its way in, these precious grain goods will have nowhere to hide.
There is nowhere to hide here.
Just as Pachakutek was racking his brains, the torch in the distance suddenly went out again.
Then, Pachakutek saw the dying torch flickering in the darkness, as if to say that everything was alright.
Pachakutek's entourage breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
"Your Majesty, it seems they have misjudged the situation."
"We knew it! How could anyone possibly approach this area now?"
"The only ones who could possibly be here are the Greek patrols, but they're on the other side of Delos right now."
Pachakutk took a deep breath upon hearing this and glanced at the spot where the torch had gone out.
"You go and check if they accidentally lit the torch."
"At this crucial juncture, no one can afford to let us down."
"Everyone, let's hurry up, lest things get complicated!"
Urged on by Pachakutk, one person left to confirm the information, while the rest sped up their moving.
They knew very well what this food meant to them.
Here, the western port of Delos is shrouded in deep night.
Here, far from the main port area, several Inca sailing ships are gradually sinking deeper into the water.
Several large crates filled with flour and grain were pushed into the depths of the cabin, while baskets loaded with bread and other ready-to-eat foods were piled up in a corner of the deck, not yet placed.
Just then, Pachakutek's most trusted attendant rushed in from the foredeck.
"Your Majesty, we are moving too slowly. At least one-third of the goods have not yet been delivered."
Pachakutk decisively ordered: "If necessary, some soldiers can leave first, leaving only a few to assist us in completing the transfer."
"We can't delay any longer."
Just then, an anxious voice came from the observation tower.
That was an observer on the lookout tower, who was now preparing to lower the sails.
But with the faint moonlight, he could see very clearly.
"Your Majesty! Something's happened!"
Pachakutk's eyes widened as he quickly approached the speaker: "What's going on? Is someone approaching?"
The attendant immediately responded nervously: "Your Majesty! A ship is approaching our location. It looks like just a small speedboat, but judging from the direction, its target is here!"
Pachakutek's face turned ashen, and he glanced again at the spot where the torch had just disappeared.
A terrible premonition took hold of his mind.
Then, Pachakutek turned to his attendants and whispered, "Tell everyone to speed up immediately, and don't panic!"
"Take your men and proceed to our main ship immediately, just in case."
The Pachakutek did this because the bow of their main ship was reinforced.
In short, Pachakutek sensed danger and, if necessary, planned to use his main ship to clear a path for them.
Nothing is more important than this food.
But at that moment, the lookout's voice became even more tense.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It's probably too late!"
"They're very fast; they'll arrive in five minutes at most!"
"We're out of time!"
These words caused a stir among the crowd on deck.
Some people sped up their carrying, while others anxiously looked at the water, occasionally gripping their weapons tightly.
They didn't understand why anyone would approach at this time.
The sound of the sea crashing became increasingly clear, and even the sea breeze seemed to darken.
"Damn it! Who on earth would come here at a time like this?"
"Isn't this our berth?!"
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! What should we do now?!"
"Those guys are probably after our food supplies!"
Pachakutek turned his head from side to side, looking somewhat troubled.
He then turned around and took a staff from one of his attendants.
However, as he gripped the staff tightly, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
Of course, that's because Pachakutek knew very well that using magic here without authorization would violate the rules of the World Conference.
That could very likely attract even more unnecessary attention.
But now, uninvited guests are getting closer and closer to them.
His manpower is insufficient and too scattered, making it difficult for him to protect the food gifted by Holy Egypt.
Just as he was pondering a solution, one of his attendants stumbled up to him.
Those were the attendants that Pachakutek had sent out to confirm the information.
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
"There are people on the dock! All our men have disappeared!"
"Someone extinguished their torches!"
Pachakutk was taken aback when he heard this.
He felt as if his head had exploded.
"What?!"
Pachakutk was taken aback and quickly ran to the ship's side.
Sure enough, when Pachakutek looked in the moonlight toward the spot where the torch had gone out, he could vaguely see several figures.
"Quickly! Get our ship out of port immediately!"
Pachakutek immediately gave the order.
"Absolutely no one is allowed to get near these supplies!"
"quick!"
However, it's too late now.
The speedboat in the distance had changed course and was heading straight for the Inca flagship.
At the same time, Pachakutek saw figures on the dock approaching.
"Your Majesty, the ships have cast off, but a large amount of supplies have not yet been transported!"
"What should we do?!"
The attendant reported, his face pale, his voice trembling.
Pachakutk gritted his teeth, facing a difficult choice.
These grains were a matter of life and death for countless Inca people and must not fall into the hands of others.
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