On the shore, a large number of orcs gathered there, taking a serious look at the steel giant.

The Pioneer is a hundred meters long, twenty meters wide, and has a displacement of eight thousand tons.

The black plume of smoke poured into the sky, and there were waves at the tail of the ship, and the thick black steel hull broke through the waves, and the waves were split in half, forming a V-shaped wave ripple, and the wave patterns rippled to the left and right.

This behemoth travels on the canal, much larger than the average sailing ship.

The orcs from the outer towns stood on the shore, wiped their eyes, and excitedly discussed with their companions the sheer size of the ironclad.

The sailing ships that carried goods were not as huge as the ironclads, and they were like weak children in front of the ironclads, and they could stab through the hull of the ship if they collided.

"The Pioneer is so big, what a terrifying ship!"

"If the Lionheart wants to fight a naval war in the future, won't the wooden ships of other countries be stunned when they see our ironclad ships, haha!"

"Yes, it's very enthusiastic when I think about it, I have decided, I want to sign up for the army and join the naval trial team in Tomorrow City!"

"Is there a chance for us ordinary people to join?"

When the young orcs saw the magnificent sight of the steel beast swimming on the river, they were all moved and wanted to join the Navy.

"There are all opportunities, as long as you are old and physically strong, and you are an official resident of Tomorrow City, you can go to the military department of the administrative building to sign up for the army." The orcs from the Military Department suddenly interjected, promoting the next conscription plan for Tomorrow City.

"I want to participate!"

"I'm going to participate too, add me one!"

The young orcs raised their hands excitedly, and at this moment they were extremely glad that they had the official resident card of Tomorrow City.

In the other group of the crowd, some people are happy and some are worried.

The administrative staff complained to the vice-city lord Windsor, "Lord Windsor, the Sea of Death is so dangerous, you should persuade Your Majesty Alan again, we can't live without him in Tomorrow City." ”

"I persuaded him, but it was useless, I could only trust him."

Windsor shook her head, she knew that Eren was a person who would not change easily if she made up her mind.

With Alan leaving Tomorrow City, Windsor and her secretaries will be in charge of all political affairs in Lionheart.

In order to cope with the next national political affairs, her secretarial team has expanded to the size of ten people.

Each new secretary is an ordinary orc that Allen has hypnotized before, Allen has probed the bottom, and they are all usable talents, and Windsor can use them with peace of mind.

"What a big ship!"

"Hey, didn't Sister Windsor get on the boat?"

"Stupid, Sister Windsor is gone, whoever helps manage Tomorrow City, the whole country will be chaotic!"

There was the voice of the two sisters of the Hoth family, one black and one white, the two cat ears trembled, and their little faces had incredible expressions, obviously shocked by the appearance of the ironclad ship.

"You two, you seem to have grown a little taller again." Windsor touched the heads of the two cat-eared Lori's and found that the two were a little taller than last year.

"Is there one?"

Ena and Efe wagged their cat's tails happily, the food in Tomorrow City was better, they were no longer malnourished, and they both had the basic conditions to grow taller.

"I wonder if Brother Allen will come back in March and find that we have grown taller?"

"It doesn't have to be three months, maybe two months, and no one can say for sure about the ocean expedition." Windsor hopes that the time will be shorter, and she is afraid that she will not be able to handle the complex national politics.

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The Pioneer made its way south, and the stern crew lowered their ropes and calculated the speed of the ironclad.

From time to time, the timekeeper looked down at the mechanical pocket watch, and after an hour, he came to an astonishing conclusion - twenty knots!

This is equivalent to approximately 37 km/h.

Now that the boiler room is not in full swing, the speed of the ironclad has surpassed that of the fastest ship in the Lionheart, which is really amazing.

The Timekeeper is one of the adventurers from Southbank Town, who has been on a fast boat and a large ship, but has never seen a ship that mighty.

About two hours later, the Pioneer had sailed out of the mainland's mouth to the sea, and then headed left along the coastline to the seaside port of the town of South Shore to replenish its carbon resources.

Southbank Township, Southbank Administration Hall.

In a certain telegraph room of the Administration Hall, there was a tinkling of electric bells from the telegraph machine, and the needles of the telegraph machine were dotted on the paper, and there were only two kinds of dots, one long and one short, but the intervals were different.

This telegram is a product that Tomorrow City has been developing for a long time, but Southbank Town has just used this kind of novelty.

I heard that in order to build this extra-long telegraph line, the transit stations on the way involved more than a dozen small mountain villages.

When the telegram was photographed, the telegraph operator pulled out a Morse codebook, which translated the contents of the telegram.

"Well, it's a telegram from Saltpeter, and it seems to be...... Ah, His Majesty Allen's ironclad has departed! The telegraph operator was halfway through the translation, and the little heart was beating rapidly.

His Majesty Allen drove south in his ironclad!

The telegraph operator was both excited and nervous, he didn't know what Allen looked like, and hoped that he was a wise king.

Another telegraph operator heard the exclamation of his colleague and hurriedly put down what he was doing.

In fact, he didn't have much work to do, and the frequency of taking telegrams was not high, and there was no war, so their job was to send telegrams to Saltpeter Town, and then transfer them to Tomorrow City.

They were in charge of the work reports of the politicians, and when they were not taking telegrams, they were idle and simply took a copy of the "Elementary Chemistry Book" and slowly studied it on their own.

"Hoyle, what is written on the telegram?"

"His Majesty Allen has gone south on an ironclad ship, and will soon be in our town on the south coast." Hoyle exclaimed excitedly.

"Really, that's so nice, I can't wait to see our great King." Colleagues also shouted excitedly.

At the enthronement ceremony, not everyone had the opportunity to go to Pigeon Square to see the true face of His Majesty Allen, so many orcs regrettably could only imagine the true face of the king from the words of the newspaper.

After translating the contents of the telegram, Hoyle rushed to the mayor's office and informed the mayor of his majesty's travel.

The mayor had known yesterday that the ironclad ship would be underwater in the near future, and he had already prepared for it, and when he heard the telegram announcement, he immediately walked out of the government hall and led a group of orcs and townsfolk to the harbor near the sea.

By the time they reached the harbor, they had seen a huge steel beast slowly rising above the horizon, gradually approaching the shore mouth.

"It's an iron ship, such a big ship!"

"Stupid, that's the King's Ironclad Vanguard, hurry up and line up for the King!" The mayor patted his subordinates on the head, and the orcs understood, straightened the neckline tie, the wrinkles of the clothes, and brushed the dust from the upper of the shoe with his hands.

After a few more minutes, the appearance of the ironclad became more and more realistic, and the cheers of the orcs became more enthusiastic.

"Tomorrow, it's a miracle of sailing!"