Chapitre 232: Arrival of Refugees

It was a rather cozy day in the sun-kissed port city of Goa. The salty breeze made the air tingle with excitement. The city was vibrant and colorful like usual, filled to the brim with merchants from all over the world. It was a hub of commerce after all. The European and Arab merchants filled the streets to buy spices and wares from the Empire. 

They haggled with the merchants to get a favourable deal for the goods to sell in their own country. 

Merchant vessels were docked in the port and a line of workers were loading up wares from the Empire. Hundreds of labourers were brought in to load and unload goods by the merchants.

General Barnabas stood near the dock, feeling the salty and gentle breeze. He looked into the distance of the vast sea. There wasn't anything in sight. He was patiently waiting for the Portuguese refugees from Daman to arrive in Goa.