Chapter 70: Docking

The team looked at the ship in the distance, and there was nothing else to notice about the ship except for some advantages in degree.

The soldiers were staring at the direction, "Who knows, if they're going to drive into Wilsing, they'll have to suffer a little." ”

Tarrant was slightly surprised, they seemed to have an inexplicable prejudice against Gonzas's ship, "Sir, it might just be an ordinary cargo ship," he teased.

The two soldiers looked back at Tarrant, and one of them said, "Two years ago it may have been, but now more than half of the ships coming out of Gonzhas are full of pirates. ”

"What's going on over there?" Tarrant hadn't heard of any rumors about this while living in the capital.

"The disease of the land," explained the soldier, "the coastal lands of Gonzhas have changed, the fields cannot be cultivated, and the peasants have to take up piracy. ”

"What is the mage doing over there?" Tarrant asked, land is related to food, and food determines the foundation of the empire, and every empire will strictly manage the land, if the situation is like what the soldier said, it should attract enough attention from the ruling party.

The soldier exhaled helplessly, "The Gonzhas Empire doesn't seem interested in these. ”

"A country on the verge of ruin," commented Kira Veton.

The distance slowed down, and the security warships were approaching it.

"Peasants are not fit to be pirates," Tarrant added, "and they are not trained to pose a threat to the fortified cities." ”

"There is an organization that leads them", the soldiers tried to see each other's hulls with great effort, the distance was not enough, "to help the peasants plunder." ”

"Oh?" Tarrant didn't know what to make of this behavior, justice or absurdity, if the group intended to help the inhabitants of the coast, they should seek help from the Gonzath Empire instead of harassing other ports.

"What do you think", the soldier on the left asked.

"Fifty percent likely to be a cargo ship," the soldier on the right pinched his chin in thought, "Fifty percent could be pirates." ”

"Well—I agree with you," the soldier on the left nodded approvingly.

Closer and closer, Tarrant could vaguely see a few laborer-looking men on the deck of the ship talking, a few without shirts, no patterns on the sails, and no place mark on the hull.

"If it's a cargo ship, what's on it?" said the soldier on the left, guessing boredly.

"Beer, or fine silk, they make fine silk very well. ”

In front of the left side of the ship appeared a large battleship, the front of the hull carved with the emblem of Serenso, a row of heavily armored soldiers standing by the guardrail, and the flag of the Empire waving in the wind at the bow.

"Wow army battleship," Catrina exclaimed, excitedly.

"Ma'am," the two soldiers looked back at her with disdain, "that's Wilsing's security ship." ”

"Security ships?" Tarrant couldn't believe it, the size and level of the ship showed that it could easily transport a team of hundreds of people, and the security warships moored in the Si'an Tou District were all small clippers, and there was no configuration of this energy level.

"We weren't at peace here before the Commander took over the security of Wilsing, the docks were burned twice, countless goods were looted, and the former Commander was shot in the knee by a pirate arrow", the soldier recalled, "The first thing Donatello did when he took office was to apply to Siante for these ships, and the next few months Wilsin became a battlefield, and the security forces and pirates would fight every day", the soldier smiled. You see Wilsing now, even the tavern looks like an exhibition hall, and I bet the best place in all of Serenzo is Wilsing. ”

Tarrant nodded slightly, Donatello had high prestige in the hearts of the soldiers and the people of Wilsing, and he was probably right in what he said, Siante needed a gentleman to govern, and Wilsin needed a thug to rule.

The suspected pirate ship was already parallel to the battleship, and several Gonzhas people looked at the soldiers here and bowed their heads and said something.

"I don't like that look," muttered the soldier on the left.

"You can wait at the port to inspect their cargo", the soldier on the right slyly said.

Tarrant turned and walked into the cabin, he was starting to get sleepy, the land of Wilsin was in front of him, and he needed a short rest.

Katrina followed him, "Where do we go first when we get off the boat?"

"What do you have to say," Tarrant heard the implication.

"Gallery," Catrina whispered to herself, she knew Tarrant.

"Gallery, what a ...... Good idea", Tarrant would have objected in the past, he had hated tedious and tedious adventures, but recent adventures had made him understand that the above account was not completely useless, and that even knowing more about a mysterious creature would be of unexpected help one day, and he was just a little sleepy, and he secretly wished that Wilsing had not set up an gallery.

Catherine continued to say something, about the topic of biological species, Tarrant yawned deeply, he nodded his head from time to time to show his approval of Katrina, the room was replaced by a group of eating soldiers, they shared the rest of the food in the barrel, Tarrant sat down in the corner, he was full, only the desperate desire for sleep was left in his consciousness, he lay on the table, the topic around his ears helped him close his eyes quickly.

"Hey" pushed Tarrant with both hands, "Wake up." ”

"Uh-hmm," Tarrant snapped and shifted his head.

"Hurry up, Wilsin has arrived. ”

"Hmm-" Tarrant didn't want to open his eyes, his head was heavy like a pair of armor at the moment, and it felt more painful than it had been in Cuilin Mountain.

"Get up", another cold voice said, "Katrina is gone." ”

"Uh-huh?" Tarrant jumped to his feet as he struck lightning, rubbing his glazed eyelids vigorously as Kira Veton stood in front with Katrina beside him.

"If you don't, grasp his weakness," the priest squinted at Katrina, "and you're his point." ”

Katrina bowed her head shyly, "It's time to get off the boat." ”

Tarrant struggled to get out of the chaos, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Half an hour", the priest walked out.

"You need to rest, let's find a hotel first", Katrina helped Tarrant to her right.

"I'm fine", Tarrant yawned, his whole body was in a state of numbness and indifference, his armor had become a torture instrument, he should take them off.

There were only four washed soldiers left on the deck to do the cleaning work, and the others should have disembarked, and Tarrant walked to the guardrail, and the port city was vividly displayed in front of him like a painting on a parchment roll, hundreds of ships of different sizes were parked in a spectacular manner, the coats of arms of the various empires on the continent were neatly carved into the bows, and the sails of the ships entering and leaving the harbor were "whirring" in the air breeze Sonatana, the hard laborers on the ground carried the wooden boxes and iron cabinets intensively, the colors and races blended harmoniously here, some strange languages shouted in the crowd, and the armor of the vigilante patrols mixed in the crowd shone with silver light, and they were in order.

"What are you waiting for, I've already heard the call of Genco", Kiraweton beckoned below.

Tarrant led Catrina off the boat, "We're going to the gallery." ”

"What?" she gestured as she was too noisy to hear

"We're going, gallery," Tarrant shouted close to the pastor's ear.

"Hahaha, Picture Pavilion, what a sacred noun", the priest waved his hand, "I'd rather visit the temple." ”

"Yes, that's right," she reminded Tarrant that it was time to report to the Maxine Temple here.

Catrina watched the flow of people around her, and the atmosphere made her a little excited, as if she were in Siant's National Day parade, "worthy of the busiest city in the Serenzo", her words were muffled by the shouts around her.

"Go", being in this environment makes Tarranta tired, he tries to squeeze through the crowd, a laborer hits him on the left shoulder from behind, without apology, the man and the other laborer are carrying a rectangular gray-black wooden box, he probably didn't notice that he bumped into a passerby.

"Is the dock in Siante so lively?". Katrina asked loudly after Tarrant.

"Almost" Tarrant walked briskly forward, the two laborers walking ahead to clear the crowd for them, keeping them within three paces of the group.

"I don't know if that's the case elsewhere in Wilsing," Catrina trotted.

Tarrant didn't answer, and shouting out loud was a drain.

"Look at the sailors on that ship," Catrina squeezed forward and pointed to a ship on the left that had just entered the harbor, the sailors were orcs, their fangs were unappetizing, and the powerful lettering on the hull read: Sail Number.

Some familiar names, Tarrant didn't have the energy to remember in which scene he had seen or heard the ship's number, he smiled faintly at the mage's answer, Donatello's foreshadowing that he no longer thought the orc sailors were strange, and he stared at the hard labor in front of him and walked quickly.

"Tarrant Kira Veton is gone," Catrina shouted.

Tarrant looked back, the flow of people blocked the view, and it was difficult to find a specific target, "get out of here first and wait for her"

"Good"

As Tarrant turned, the two laborers disappeared, and he sighed, with great effort, he stretched out his hand to signal the crowd in front of him to pay attention.

"It's going too fast," Katrina complained.

"Okay," Tarrant slowed, "those drudgers are faster than we are," he searched, carrying a wooden crate...... Tarrant's instinct flashed for a moment, why did they carry the wooden box faster than the people who didn't carry the weight, and it would take a lot of strength to put it into the box, even if it was just a pile of paper.

Tarrant subconsciously looked back, and on the third ship to the right of the vigilante battleship were coming down a few hard laborers, they were carrying the same wooden box, he stared at the bow logo, a clear staff pattern on the worn wooden board, it was the ship of the Moro Empire.

The laborers were carefully carrying wooden crates, perhaps luxuries such as tobacco or parchment rolls, and Tarrant decided to give up his suspicions, and he was about to turn around when the laborers who had come down from the ship went to the left, not in the same direction as the previous laborers, two unloading points?

"Look at what?" Catrina pushed, "It's hot," she fanned her face hard, "Let's get out." ”

"Hmm," Tarrant replied.

They walked out, a few spots of silver light flickering through the crowd, and there was another patrol not far away.

Was it a coincidence? Tarrant's inexplicable omen grew stronger, and he stopped to look at the ship behind him, and at the lookout of the ship there was a man looking down at the harbor, and the laborers who came down from the ship were moving quickly, and two of them were heading along the coast to the right, and a vigilante lookout was there.

"Tarrant?" Catrina tugged at his hand.

"There's something strange," Tarrant said briskly walking towards the patrol ahead.

Chapter 70: Docking