Grandin clearly spoke for everyone. Captain Al's face was wrinkled, and he looked very sad. Borgia was still standing, but his head was little by little.

But things didn't go their way, and the current prime minister began to speak. He starts with the long history of the Kingdom of Rune and goes all the way to today's protagonist, the world's first ironclad ship.

The lengthy speech made Grandin think he was taking a history lesson. He finally couldn't help it:

"I have always believed that a gentleman's speech should be like a lady's skirt, the shorter the better. Oh, but this stinky and long manuscript, if you give me a pillow now, I can sleep until tomorrow in one go! ”

Al recovered from his numbness and sluggishness, he looked at Grandin with dark eyes, and said slowly:

"Gentlemen don't say that, and the ladies of Rune don't wear short skirts."

As he spoke, he turned his head to Borgia, as if to ask for confirmation.

Borgia nodded in confirmation, and then gushed out:

"It's quite possible that the girl from Intis wears a short skirt. Then there are the girls of Lenburg, who are very extreme, they can be very traditional or very open. I heard that some tribes in the southern continent still retain the tradition of wearing only a small amount of clothing for sacrificial ceremonies?

I mean, I really want to go around the world and see it. However, the town of Antlers, next to Port Priety, also has a lot of entertainment venues, and you can also meet girls from all over the world. ”

Grandin glanced at the two members of his team:

"Captain, Borgia, don't you know better than I do?"

In the distance, there were earth-shattering cheers, as if His Majesty had taken the stage to speak.

But on the hill, the members of the squad who seriously discussed the differences in customs between countries clearly did not intend to listen carefully.

Borgia is still defending what he just said:

"I call it rich in life experience, and it is knowledge that comes naturally. I'm not going to ask where the girls have shorter skirts! ”???.. coM

"This knowledge comes naturally...... Isn't it more dangerous for you, Borgia? ”

Grandin's question made Borgia choke for a moment, and he stopped talking.

At this time, Al suddenly coughed. He straightened his soft hat, straightened out his somewhat sloppy police uniform, and stood solemnly.

In Grandin's inexplicable gaze, Al squeezed the words out between his teeth:

"There are reporters taking pictures of this place! Pay attention to the image. ”

Borgia also hurriedly stood up.

"Heh, you don't have to be nervous, captain, because he must be filming me." Grandin still has this confidence, "Besides, can you two not put me in the middle?" ”

At this time, the salute was fired, and His Majesty the King officially named the ironclad ship the Pritz, and gave the order to set sail and test fire.

In the turn of the gears of the ironclad ship and the smoke of the chimney, shells were thrown at uninhabited islands.

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion shook the earth and overwhelmed the exclamations and cheers of the spectators at the military port.

I don't know how much of these cheers are sincere.

Grandin watched coldly, and he could faintly hear cheers coming from far away.

Those are the true patriots, but it is a pity that there is a ten kilometer between His Majesty the King and them.

The launching ceremony of the ironclad ship was a joy->>

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Tengzhong is over, the king and his family have already left in the airship, and the other guests will be sent away by the ferry boat in batches.

Now that he had met his teammates, Grandin stayed to do what he could, but when he heard that his fellow night watchman was going to stay overnight today, he left happily.

He's not a 'sleepless,' and this kind of work isn't for him.

During this time at work, he avoided the first crowds, but it was useless. Because when he came to Port Priety, he was still blocked.

The boiler of the steam train went wrong, and now a large number of tourists are stranded in the port of Plitze.

The Royal Department of Transport has urgently allocated a number of horse-drawn carriages. But it is clear that this is not enough, because there are so many citizens who come to watch the ceremony spontaneously.

This crowd reminded Grandin of the 'Spring Festival' in his previous life. He shuddered, stopped the fun, and turned to Antlers.

He decided to fill his stomach before thinking about transportation.

The situation in Antlers is similar to that of Pritz Harbor, full of stranded tourists. However, the mood of the people who stayed here was relatively stable, because the various entertainment venues were effective in distracting them.

Because of its proximity to the port, the food here is mostly seafood. The air here is humid, but as long as you pay attention to ventilation, the living environment is pleasant.

He had a nice meal at an open-air restaurant down the street. Then sit under a parasol and enjoy the evening breeze with a glass of freshly squeezed juice on the table. Just as he was pondering whether to get up and take a walk, he suddenly felt a stirring, his spirit was touched, and he felt like he was being watched.

Grandin's expression remained unchanged, and he stood up, surveying the buildings around him with interest like a tourist, and walked out of town. As he walked away from the bustling street and slowly walked into an alley, the feeling of being pressed against his back by a cold bayonet suddenly disappeared.

He turned around naturally, and there was no one behind him.

Grandin waited a little longer to confirm that the spy had abandoned the operation.

The stench of rotting eggs in the alleys is simply pervasive, and the smell here is unbearable after the crisis is gone. He endured his nausea and walked out of the alley.

But he seemed to have caught the smell, and even though he was gone, he still had that stench on his dress.

Grandin kept the necessary vigilance and returned to his original position, in front of the open-air restaurant. This time the feeling of being spied on didn't come again.

I wasn't aware of anyone being following me on my way to Antlers. So this time it was a chance encounter?

Grandin thought as he sat back down at the table with the parasol.

"Sir, do you still need to order? I'm sorry, I thought you didn't want that glass of juice anymore......"

The waiter held the menu, looking a little apprehensive.

"It's okay, I'm not here for that juice...... I just didn't know what to do for a while. ”

There was some hesitation in Grandin's tone.

But his embarrassed look was obviously misunderstood by the waiter, who immediately smiled mysteriously and secretly took out a booklet from his coat pocket:

"If the gentleman doesn't know where to go at night, maybe it can help you."

This booklet, which has no cover, reads - "Harris Garden Rankings".

The waiter had no eyesight, and Grandin grumbled as he took the pamphlet.