The Free City States kept their promise. Victor's Secretary waited personally at the docks, having arranged an exclusive military berth for Lynch at the innermost part of the harbor.
This sheltered berth not only had ample water depth but also featured fully equipped repair docks and supply warehouses. Aside from accommodating the main battleship, the Storm, it could simultaneously dock over a dozen frigates. They had clearly put a lot of thought into this.
"Baron Lynch, this berth is exclusively yours for the next three years," Victor said, smiling as he handed over the magic contract. "Here's to a pleasant cooperation."
"To a pleasant cooperation!" Lynch politely shook his hand.
They shared a tacit understanding. Neither brought up what would happen after those three years.
