Tuxedo, wig, top hat, pure white gloves with gold threads outlined at the edges, shiny pointy shoes, and the umbrella sword disguised as a ceremonial accessory in the captain's quarters......

The next morning, after the disguise, Lorraine changed into a full dress for the first time, revealing a little bit of broken gold hair color under the wig.

He had prepared everything for this meeting with the Strange Earl.

But he always felt awkward......

Do you care too much about the oddities of the smuggling earl?

Or is there really something wrong with this tried-and-true outfit in European aristocratic circles?

What's the problem?

He couldn't figure it out.

This kind of dazed and unconscious made him uncomfortable like a fish in his throat, and he subconsciously picked up his umbrella and pulled the fake beard on his chin for a while.

"Noah."

"Hmm." The shrine maiden, who was helping him sort out his folds, answered quietly.

Lorraine turned around, leaned over, and bowed his head: "You help me take a closer look, is there anything wrong with me?" ”

"Huh?"

In the blink of an eye, there was a sudden attack, and when Noah looked up, he found that Lorraine's eyes were close at hand.

The two were so close that those brown eyes hung in front of them, and black and white clearly reflected a panicked Roma girl.

Noah panicked all of a sudden, she blushed and lowered her head, and pressed her head against Lorraine's chest, eager to penetrate it, hiding her whole head in the body cavity in front of her, so as to avoid the sultry eyes.

The white ears are still on her shoulders.

The two strange humans, one forward and the other forward, huddled the little black cat as if they were hugging each other.

White Ears lay half of his body on Noya's shoulder, desperately stretched out his little paws to pull Noya's clothes, trying to pull himself out of the middle of the shoulders of the two, but he couldn't pull it out, and even had a feeling of falling.

It was so bad that it pinched its throat and cried out desperately: "Meow? Meow! ”

"Is there really a problem...... Lorraine didn't notice the crux of the matter at all, and straightened up in confusion, "but what is the problem?" ”

"Is it a beard?"

Henna walked into the cabin with Carmen in her arms, looked at it and gave a reasonable suggestion.

"Beard isn't key." Lorraine shook her head, "Although the beard is not a gentleman's favorite style, I have seen Clen wear a dress before, and it does not look very obtrusive. ”

"It's an umbrella." Carmen saw the problem at a glance, "Lorraine. Drake was educated by the nobility of England from an early age, and it was understandable to use an umbrella instead of a cane, but Edward. Kenway was a third-generation pioneer of New France, and in any way had no access to such non-mainstream English habits. ”

"It's an umbrella sword? That's a problem......" Lorraine was stunned for a moment, "doesn't that mean that in any ceremonial occasion in the future, Edward. Can't Kenway bring a weapon for self-defense? ”

"It's just that the tuxedo is not suitable for a sword." Carmen walked up, took the umbrella sword from Lorraine's hand, and set it aside, "Captain, I think you can prepare a vintage dress." ”

"Vintage? Feather hats and suspenders? ”

"And heels, suede dresses and puff-sleeved shirts." Carmen gestured to her face, "You can also apply some rouge to your face when the time comes, that will make your disguise more perfect." ”

"Tell someone to go to Minato and buy a walking stick." Lorraine did not hesitate to reject Carmen's offer, "I'm Lorraine. Drake is dead, dead outside, and will never wear suspenders, let alone any rouge on his face! ”

Because of this episode, Lorraine and Carmen waited until noon to get into the carriage.

The horses pulling the cart clattered on the uneven stone roads of New Orleans, swaying and zigzag to the barracks on the outskirts of the city, giving a very uncomfortable driving experience.

But Lorraine could not blame Clen, who rented the carriage.

Because it's not that the coachman he hired is not skilled, but that the road conditions in New Orleans are rare.

The city was built on a damp and muddy swamp, and the good stone road was full of huge pits, bulging all around, and the bottom of the pit collapsed, destroying the road that should have been smooth.

No matter how good the car is, they can't gallop in this kind of road conditions, all they can do is change direction again and again along the trajectory of the pothole, detour, turn, and wipe the horns, like the posture of a sail warship cutting through the wind in a crosswind state.

Lorraine's mood was even more depressed: "New Orleans should be rich in seafarers and sailors, after all, each of them is used to cutting the wind in the aisle......"

"Who knows?" Carmen smiled dumbly, "Maybe they just enjoy the ups and downs, just like the good Count of France likes to run smuggling." ”

To put it mildly, Carmen brings the conversation back to where everyone wonders.

"When we get to the barracks, we'll have to find a chance to find out." Lorraine sighed and shook his head, "If something goes wrong, it's a demon, an earl runs smuggling, it can't be just because of a hobby." ”

"Who knows......"

……

More than an hour later, Lorraine finally arrived at the French military camp on the northern outskirts of New Orleans.

It's a crowded place.

Nearly a hundred gentlemen in ceremonial dresses lined up outside the barracks, and the long line was blocked by a non-existent barricade, winding like a python, so long that the head of the line could not be seen at the end of the line.

Lorraine looked at all this in amazement: "Carmen, do you think there will be so many smugglers in New Orleans?" ”

"Impossible!" Carmen had obviously never seen such a battle, "There are no more than a hundred merchant ships on the docks, so it is impossible for people on one boat to line up separately, right?" ”

"This earl is getting more and more incomprehensible......"

Lorraine poked her head out and inquired about the situation with the driver, only to learn that the long queue in front of the French barracks was normal, and that the French had even set up a special parking lot for their visitors, not far from Lake Pontcharrain, on a flat area not far from Lake Pontcharrain, with special sergeants to guide them.

And the parking lot is half a kilometer away from the entrance of the barracks......

Waiting for the car to stop, Lorraine got out of the car with Carmen, looked at the crowd in line from afar, and stopped the sergeant who was leading as soon as he raised his hand.

"Sir, I still have a job." The sergeant who was stopped had a grim face.

Lorraine flicked a shilling over.

"My job is important, and if a herd of carriage hedgehogs gathers outside the barracks, the captain will whip me."

There was another ding, and the gold pound glittered in the sun.

The sergeant was dazzled by the golden reflection, and there was no more resoluteness in his voice: "Sir, my family really needs this job. If I lose my job, the kids will starve. ”

"Mr. Officer." Carmen opened her handbag with a smile, took out a small money bag, and stuffed it into the sergeant's uniform pocket with her own hands, "We don't have many problems, we won't delay you for too long." ”

The heavy feeling was transmitted to the sergeant's shoulders, making his will weaker and weaker.

"Sir, I'm just a little sergeant, and the news I know isn't worth so much money at all......"

"I know your message may not be valuable, but my time is valuable." Lorraine looked at the long line in disgust, and spat out pure French, "If I have to line up in the sun like those idiots, I need a suitable reason to convince myself." ”