The second before stepping through this door, countless possibilities came to his mind, and what he wanted most was his family.

"Can you bring my family back?!" he prayed, standing in the golden light.

"Good luck!" replied in an ethereal voice.

He couldn't see anything except the dazzling golden light, although he had no reference but could feel it, his body was moving at high speed, and he believed in miracles with more than ten years of sailing experience.

"Could it be that King Solomon's secret passage is sending me to an isolated underwater palace?" he thought, and his curiosity grew, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth into a smile.

The treasures of the underwater palace, the endless glory and wealth seem to be right in front of him, and he has already begun to plan to use this huge amount of money to form a fleet of his own, go to the ocean to explore, to the island that no one has ever set foot in, to live a carefree seafaring life.

It was his eternal dream to become an outstanding navigator that has not changed since he was twelve years old.

Just as he was imagining the future, the golden light in the sky suddenly dissipated, replaced by endless darkness, he looked left and right, and before he could figure out what was going on, the back of his head was slammed by an unknown blunt object, and he immediately fell asleep.

Open.

His brain hurt, and in the haze, he saw a face, a curly-haired man with a scumbag, like an alcoholic in a European bar.

"Hey, Lee, wake up!" the man shook his shoulders worriedly, speaking in Latin.

Due to the particularity of his profession, Zheng Fei is fluent in this language, just as he is proficient in English and Chinese.

Slowly, he opened his eyes completely, looked at the strange man, and asked, "Is this an undersea palace?"

"Oh my god, you have amnesia?!"

"What do you mean?" he was dazed.

"You were hit by a cargo box just now, and I," the man was halfway through his words, when he suddenly stood up and looked to the right with a panicked expression.

In the clearing on the right, a man in a rich suit with a long whip in his hand walked and shouted angrily: "Get up!

What happened Zheng Fei muttered, stood up with the pain in the back of his head, raised his eyes and glanced around, and after seeing the surrounding scene clearly, he was stunned!

How did the imaginary undersea palace become a dock?!

The air was filled with a strong smell of fish, countless boxes were stacked neatly, and many ant-like laborers were moving the boxes onto the ship.

He opened his mouth in amazement as he browsed the wooden ships docked in the harbor, thousands of sails stretching along the shoreline.

"Maybe it's the vintage style that painted the wood color. He comforted himself inwardly.

But, why are they all sailboats!

After yelling hysterically, he could no longer deceive himself, and had to accept the fact that the so-called secret passage of King Solomon had sent Lao Tzu to the age of sailing ships.

Although I once fantasized that I could come to this era full of exploration and challenges, it is extremely scary to really stand here now.

Because there is no St. Hurence, no mobile phone computer Wi-Fi, no Champions League, Bundesliga, no Whisky to drink every night before bed!

At this point he just wanted to say one word, **!

When your mind is messy, trouble comes.

"You, either go ahead or fuck off!" the man in the fancy suit flicked his whip and made a gesture to whip it.

He understood that he was a porter, a low-level person who had eaten a meal without a meal.

Facing the sea breeze, he smiled, bitterly. Jewels, palaces under the sea, your own fleet, all in vain!

I remembered the sworn words: "Through this door, I promise that you will get what you want." If the person who said this was in front of him, Zheng Fei would definitely hold him down and beat him violently.

The whip hit his arm, and the burning pain prompted him to accept this identity and hurriedly join the army of transporters.

In the distance, the sun was about to set, oh no, it was the sea, and the afterglow hit the faces of the porters, reflecting their joy, and they could buy a large roll of bread and a bucket of milk to go home later.

The overseers, dressed in brocade clothes, had already mounted their brightly colored black-maned horses and walked leisurely along the docks, their long whips following the horses' hooves, rising and falling.

It's been almost two hours since I came here, Zheng Fei is still a little confused, and he ran to a strange world for some reason, and this feeling is probably called hesitation.

If you just change the spatial coordinates, it is better to say, at least there is a way to go back, and as it is now

Just after carrying the last cargo box, he wiped his sweat, took the cold water handed by the scumbag, and drank it unceremoniously.

"Li, will you go to the bar for a drink or two?" the scumbag smiled and squeezed his eyes.

"Is there whiskey?" he asked, hopelessly, really tempted to drink it now.

"Whiskey? No, no, no, it's Visie, the best dancer on the Atlanta Pier. ”

Zheng Fei smiled and looked along the pier, only to see a person in the distance surrounded by a large group of people, making a lot of noise, and looking very admired, so he asked, "Hey man, who is that person?"

"Claude, Claude the Navigator, has just returned from an ocean voyage today, and is said to have brought back a whole chest of treasure. The scumbag's eyes were full of jealousy.

Navigator, the title that makes Zheng Fei the most excited.

When he heard this word, he suddenly thought, why do you have to go back? Why don't you give it a go in this world where there is wine, sailboats and dancers?

"Dude, what's your name?" he asked.

"Oh my God, how many times do you have to say it before you can remember, my name is Pete!"

"Okay Pete, by the way, don't call me Li in the future, you can call me Fei. ”

"Fly ~ cool name. ”

In the next half-hour conversation with Pete, Zheng Fei learned a lot.

First, he was a laborer from overseas raided by a navigator, second, he had no friends but Pete, and finally, he was destitute.

After listening to what Pete said, Zheng Fei could only use one word to describe the situation - miserable!

"Oh, King Solomon's secret way, you have miserably laid Lao Tzu!" he muttered to himself, following the laborers off work and leaving the docks.

There is a small street next to the pier, there are not many shops, it is opened for laborers, there are grocery stores, bars, small casinos, of course, special professional women are indispensable, and there are several standing at the door of the bar, leaning against the wall, bare backs.

Under Pete's leadership, Zheng Fei slipped into the dimly lit bar, which was a chaotic place for the lower classes.

After finding a corner and sitting down, Pete asked for two glasses of the cheapest spirits, pointed to the short-haired man sitting not far away, and said, "Look, he's here too." ”

"Who is he?"

"Santiago, the pride of the laborers, the man who dares to fight the bison with his bare hands!"

"It's kind of interesting. Zheng Fei said, staring at the strong man named Santiago, with an indecipherable smile.

Captain Columbus, it's time to start recruiting sailors!