The air was filled with the smell of canals, damp, and there was a faint noise in the distance, and many people seemed to be unloading.

Tarrant slowly saw what was in front of him, a battlefield-style teleportation station, and the teleporter pulled him down the portal, "Adventurer, are you coming from far away?"

"A strange smell," Catrina looked around curiously.

The teleportation mage laughed, "You must have come from the interior, and this is the first time to come to Wilsing, this teleportation array is built by the canal, so the smell of the river is relatively strong, and people who live in the interior are not used to this smell. ”

"Where's the Sheriff's office?" asked Kira Veton directly.

"It's far away, you should teleport to the town of Genko to the Sheriff's Office, and then take a carriage from the town's teleportation station to Wilsing. ”

"Isn't the office downtown?" Tarrant wondered, the vigilantes would be at the top of their list.

"Our city center is in the harbor, where the economy is the lifeblood of the city, and for the operation of the harbor, the transfer station is placed here to deal with emergencies at any time. ”

"It's not a war-ready time," Tarrant laughed.

"Not necessarily," the teleporter mage pointed to the dock outside the door, "There are hundreds of ships entering the port every day, and if one of them is carrying a shipload of pirates, even if the dock is shut down for a day, it will cost the empire tens of thousands of gold coins." ”

"Alright, take us to Genco", Kiravidon returned to the portal, uninterested in what they were talking about.

"Please", the mage motioned to Tarrant and Katrina.

The trio are teleported to the town of Kinko, a thriving pub town, where the streets outside the teleportation station are lined with bars and iron-clad signs that welcome new strangers.

Every bar is occupied by sailors, and the high-pitched clattering of glasses and the cheerful dance music make up the night in Genco, with light and shadow cast on the ground, countless bodies intertwined, and occasionally one particularly loudly shouting "One more time"

"It's so lively," Katrina said, looking at the tavern, "it's all uniformed people." ”

In the tavern beside her, an exposed waitress jumped on the round table and spun wildly, the scenery under the short pleated skirt made dozens of stout sailors shout excitedly around her, saliva and wine foam flying in the air, and dirty hands reached out from the crowd to caress the waitress's ankles.

"Sailors will have fun after unloading", Tarrant looked away from the thigh of the whirling maid, "These taverns may have underground business", this is the law near the docks, underground black fists, prostitution, smuggling are the necessities of sailors, these illegal activities will be protected by local forces.

Two sailors approached him at the street ahead, and by the light of the fire in the tavern, one of them was flushed, and the other was holding him up, and the sailor's eyes were fixed on the two ladies beside Tarrant.

"Look at what stupid dog, your eyes are disgusting like glass slag," Kirawiton shouted.

"Haha, David, what did she say?" the drunk man laughed idiotically, "Look at the way she looks, she must have been served by ten men last night, look at that pig's head"

The sailor named David held out three fingers, "How about thirty copper coins, I like your ass, it looks great"

Katrina's hand was on Tarrant's arm, and the foul language was embarrassing, as if the unbearable humiliation made her blush.

Kira Veton reached for the mace, "I'm sorry," and she raised her arm.

"No," Tarrant grabbed her, "don't make trouble, or the first thing we do when we find the sheriff is turn himself in." ”

"How's forty copper coins, I'm doing a great job," the sailor shouted louder, shaking the drunken man beside him, "isn't it?"

The drunk nodded, "...... Great ......"

"Get out of here", Kira Veton broke free of Tarrant's hand and threw the mace away.

The two men fell to the ground together.

David's head was red with blood, he was clutching the wound in agony, the drunk was lying in his arms, "David, you bleed", and his sailor's suit was a large red patch.

Kiraweton picked up the mace, "Do you still want my ass?" it is here, come on", and the mace slid up and down the curve of his lower limbs in emphatic fashion, inserting it into his belt.

"David, I'm going to call someone," the drunken man crawled towards the door of a tavern.

"Hurry up", Tarrant grabbed the woman's arm, damn trouble would always be with her.

Kira Veton kicked David hard in the face, and the offended guy pulled his hands on the ground.

When the three of them turned the street, there was already a lively rescue sound behind them, and a carriage stopped at the intersection, "Finally, there is a carriage", it appeared in time, and Tarrant stepped forward quickly.

The carriage was timely, but the coachman was drunk in his seat, the bottle fell beside him, and Rontenny was dripping all over the floor.

"What to do?" Tarrant looked around, unable to find any help but the tavern and the drunk.

"Don't you know how to drive a carriage?" said Kira Veton, seated in the carriage, "to serve the pretty ladies." ”

A word of flattery lifted Catrina out of the shadows just now, and she smiled, "I agree." ”

Tarrant reluctantly picked up the horsewhip, "I'm glad to give this honor", a mage is enough to toss, plus a troublesome priest, his days will be "wonderful", he pushed the coachman aside and looked at the taverns around, "But which direction are we going?"

"Lighthouse, there will be a navigation lighthouse in the harbor," the priest shouted.

Tarrant looked up, it seemed to be far away from the harbor of Wilsing, and there was no trace of the lighthouse, he drove the carriage forward slowly, "I can't see the lighthouse, I'll look for the sign." ”

The carriages trotted down the streets, full of taverns, which were much more prosperous than the docklands of Siant, and it was worth noting that although these taverns were noisy, they were kept in order, and there were no fights or riots, and it was the influence of local forces that made the sailors know how to behave.

A neat queue appeared in front of them, Tarrant looked at them in surprise, armor, long swords, it was almost eight or nine o'clock in the patrol, there were still patrols in the patrol, it was inconceivable that he drove towards them, "Sir"

The six soldiers stopped in front of them, and the patrol leader looked at Tarrant and the people in the carriage, "What's the matter?"

"How do I get to Wilsing?" Tarrant looked at the soldiers, they were all in good spirits, they belonged to the well-educated security army, and the last soldier in the group had a short bow and a short sword, and his arm muscles were very strong.

The patrol leader stared at Tarrant with strange eyes, "I haven't seen you. ”

"We're coming from Siant," Tarrant replied.

"What's wrong with the coachman?"

The soldier beside the captain immediately walked towards the coachman.

"He's drunk," Tarrant patted the guy, making a "humming" sound characteristic of a drunk.

The soldier gave the team a look of confirmation.

The patrol leader shouted to the driver: "Do you know them?"

The coachman continued to "hum".

"You used the carriage without his consent?" the patrol leader pointed to Tarrant.

"I'll give him the money," Tarrant replied with a good-natured smile.

"Encroachment on private property, arrested" The soldiers quickly raised their swords and surrounded the carriage.