Lukka glanced around the low-rise buildings in the harbor, most of which were one-story in shape, with rounded roofs painted in bright colors, and from a distance, they looked like piles of mushrooms that had emerged after rain.

However, if you look closely, you will find that although these houses are small, the design is not simple at all. The faintly exposed gears and linkage levers next to the doors and windows show that these small houses, even the function of opening and closing the door, have a certain automatic design.

It was still daylight, and the docks were silent except for the sound of snoring coming from some rooms.

"Are they just undefended?" Lukka was a little surprised.

"How so? The gnomes' defenses are the most famous in the Boiling Sea," Nora said, "and we can't see it now, because we haven't done anything out of the ordinary." ”

Lukka didn't quite know what the gnome's defenses looked like, and he didn't want to try it. He just wanted to get the boxes of preserves in his backpack to the location as soon as possible, and then ask the local residents about the situation in the neighborhood.

Of course, he did not forget that the purpose of his coming to the Boiling Sea was to find the passage in this sea, which should be a relic of a prehistoric civilization, and if it was located nearby, the gnomes here might know some clues.

After a moment's hesitation, Lukka decided not to wait, and walked straight to the only two-story building in the port, with a rudimentary sign at the door that read a script he had never seen before.

"Is this a dwarf?" Ollie looked at the crooked symbol in front of him, unable to make out a word.

"Yes, but I didn't learn that when I was in school. Nora said.

"It says 'Port Affairs Administration'. Luca said.

Ever since he first crossed over from the real world, it was as if he had been transformed into an automatic translation machine, and whether he had seen the words before or not, he could fully grasp them at a glance.

"The languages are still different here, so wouldn't it be a hassle for you to communicate with each other?" Thea asked, tugging at the corner of Nora's coat.

"No, the Boiling Sea has a lingua franca, similar to the language of the Sunset Islands, otherwise I wouldn't be able to communicate with you. Nora said, "Look for it, captain, this kind of external building usually has a sign written in the lingua franca." ”

Lukka circled the house, and the so-called "circle" was probably not as big as the round dining table of the Silent Death.

Sure enough, in the backyard of the house, he saw a wooden signboard with the same meaning written in lingua franca, except that this signboard seemed to have been attacked, and there were several places on it that were damaged by stones, and it should have been placed there waiting to be repaired.

"Is there a war going on here?" Thea asked.

"No, if there was a war, how could they sleep so peacefully?" Ollie shook her head.

"Knock on the door and ask, and we'll find someone to ask for directions anyway. Luca said, returning to the main entrance of the small building, half-bent over, and knocking on the door with the knuckles of his fingers.

Considering that the dwarf inside may have slept soundly, he used a lot of strength in these blows.

Before he could stop, a puff of black smoke came out of the chimney on the top of the building, and at the same time, the gears and connecting rods in the half-peeling walls began to move, and the loudspeaker inside began to shout: "Get up, there's a visitor, get up, there's a visitor!"

The sound shook Luca's ears and made it impossible for the people in the building to continue sleeping. In the midst of this shrill scream, Lukka seemed to hear something fall to the ground inside, accompanied by a few indistinct curses.

A small round hole in the wall of the second floor suddenly opened, Lukka judged that it should be an observation hole, and a dark shadow flashed inside, and it was not long before the door to the first floor slowly opened amid the continuous shouting of the loudspeaker.

A short creature stepped out, slightly taller than the kobold, but more exaggeratedly proportioned, with a head that took up a third of his body and short, thick limbs.

This dwarf was still wearing pajamas, and his face was also sleepy-eyed, but he was not disturbed by Qingmeng's anxiety at all, but rubbed his eyes and said, "Hello!"

"Hello!" Lukka had seen such a polite port officer for the first time in the harbor since the crossing.

The gnome looked towards the harbor and spotted the Peregrine Falcon moored there, and yelled at Luca, "You're here to register, aren't you?

"Well, we've been asked to bring something!" Lukka replied in a loud voice, "but can you turn off that megaphone first?"

"Oh, okay!" the gnome turned back and spent a long time tinkering with a pile of devices next to him, but he couldn't get the sound to stop.

He kicked the pile of metal helplessly: "This shitty thing, since it was attacked by those little green bastards, it has not worked from time to time!"

"Step away!" As Thea's voice sounded, an arc of electricity "snapped" into the loudspeaker, a puff of green smoke came out, and the piercing sound finally stopped.

The dwarf breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Thea with gratitude, and walked back to the back room and took out a small notebook: "Name of the ship?

Here, there was no need for Lukka to hide his tracks, and he honestly said the Peregrine Falcon and his name.

"Well, okay, you're here to deliver the goods?" said the dwarf, taking a slip from his notebook, handing it over, and turning back to rummage through the house.

Lukka waited for a while, and couldn't help but ask inside, "How much does it cost?"

"We don't charge for parking fees, remember to hand this back when you leave, and let me write it off." The dwarf came out with a scroll of paper in his hand and said, "And this, the map of the island, the port office gives a copy to each captain who has landed on the island, and if you lose it, you can go to the shop in the town and buy it, and then you will have to collect money." ”

Lukka had never felt so illusory since he crossed over, and even his spiritual starry sky was more real than the island now.

There are even dwarfs who have been woken up from their sleep and greet them with a smile on their faces! How is this possible?

However, Lukka only shouted a few times in his heart, and of course this kind of good thing is just a quiet enjoyment, and he thanked him and took the map.

The dwarf stretched and turned back to get some sleep, but when he walked slowly to the door, his sleepiness suddenly faded a lot, and he realized that what he was facing just now was not the common race of this boiling sea.

"Wait!" the gnome turned his head, "You, you are the legendary humans?"