About two days passed.
Two days ago, Leif had successfully sailed his longship into Southampton City.
Now, he had returned with the city's reply.
"What did they decide?" Eric asked, stepping forward eagerly.
Leif said nothing, simply handing a letter to Eric.
Eric quickly tore open the envelope and took out the parchment within.
It was written in remarkably precise Latin. This was the first time Eric had seen a Latin text in this era without a single mistake.
'Looks like there's a very learned man in the city.'
The men around them, especially Belem, crowded toward Eric, all trying to get a look at the letter, even though their Latin was poor.
The letter's rhetoric and grammar were unusual, not following a typical narrative style. It was also full of advanced, uncommon Latin words, making it quite a strain for anyone without significant expertise to read.
The others stared at it for a long time but still couldn't make heads or tails of what it said.
