The young nobleman, who lived like a proud jay, finally arrived safely in the port area.

At the cost of a scolding on his head and face, the big-bellied general let this kid escape from the hands of the ogre brother with all his beards and shadows, but he didn't know that the other party didn't appreciate it at all, and he didn't appreciate the good intentions of his cheap uncle at all.

"Old Regis is stunned," the young Medici nobleman frowned at the smell of the salty sea breeze mixed with the smell of human sweat, and he felt that his mood had deteriorated a little, "actually for those monsters and me...... Dealing with evil is really unattainable. ”

Under the constraints of good upbringing, even if he was talking to himself, he "weighed" the vocabulary - replacing "scolding" with "evil" in order to cover up his shame in front of the domestic servants.

The butler, who had been following him before and after the saddle, heard his master's complaint, and knew that he was unhappy, "Your Excellency, you don't have to be angry with them, it is not yet known whether those Praetorian Guards will survive today." ”

Seeing that the other party's eyes lit up, the butler immediately knew that his "sycophancy" had hit the spot, and he hit the railroad while it was hot: "Let's hurry up and board the 'Kafka', pull anchor and set sail to the open sea to avoid the limelight, presumably His Excellency Davishur will soon be able to clean up the demonic ......"

Hearing these words, the young aristocratic lord finally soothed his mood, let out a breath from his nose, and let out a "hum" sound, "This is still like words, Medici has always been a pharaoh and various nobles to rule the world together, how can anyone want to offend a fiefdom nobleman for the sake of a few untouchables? Old Regis is really not bright." ”

When he had said this, he felt some resentment in his chest, and ordered the steward to go and arrange for boarding at once. Due to his status as a nobleman, he was exempt from many of the necessary checks, so it was estimated that he would board the family's ship early.

Just as he wondered if there was a stock of fine wine and food on the "Kafka" so that he could use it while he waited, a commotion in the queue suddenly affected the crowd in his vicinity like a spark.

"It's bleeding!" I heard someone shouting by the neck: "There is a demon here to assassinate, someone has been killed!"

Seeing that the port had become noisy and in turmoil, the armed men accompanying the young nobles once again showed their swords and formed a small circle to protect their masters in the middle.

Crying, shouting, swearing, pleading......

All kinds of negative human language are stirred into a pot of porridge here, and the smell of sweat, urine, and even a wisp of almost imperceptible blood - making this pot of "porridge" extremely disgusting.

"Damn untouchables...... "Just ran to contact Kafka, and the butler was pushed and almost fell as he squeezed through the crowd," ...... Adult, adult...... I have contacted the family's merchant ship, and the captain says that it is ready to set sail at any time. ”

The butler's sharp voice pierced through the barrier of hustle and bustle and caught the ears of the young nobleman. "Hurry up, let the butler lead the way, you form a human wall, and don't let the untouchables get within a yard of me and me. ”

After receiving the order, these families can be regarded as well-trained. They soon formed a wedge-shaped formation that was conducive to interspersed sprints, and began to force their way through the crowd, moving little by little towards the dock where the boats were moored.