Pioneering City, Gresham!

The storm came, and a powerful whirlwind swept in from all directions, and the waves crashed wildly against the swaying three-masted galleon, and the raging wind made the windows on the deck rattle.

Sailors dressed in blue, in a straight line, busily carried wooden crates containing "chili powder" from the harbor platform to the Black Pearl's storage room.

One of the specialties of the Black Forest, "Chilli Powder" is a spicy, pungent red chilli powder that makes the Gresham chicken burrito taste extraordinarily delicious.

Of course, this paprika powder is also affected by unknown pollution, once it leaves the Black Forest island, the cayenne pepper powder will immediately mutate into a powerful gunpowder powder, which can explode only by touching it spiritually, and can be used to replace cannonballs at critical moments to avoid emergency dangers when sailing on the sea.

Standing on the deck of Jack M. After glancing at the sailors, D. Sparrow put the black tricorne hat back on his head, and behind the wide Poseidon robe, a little girl with pigtails and a purple dress was inexplicably revealed, looking at the busy sailors with dripping eyes.

"Jack, have you really decided? I'd actually prefer you to stay in Grethem as a bishop. ”

Jack smiled and turned his gaze to the shadowy harbor, where the new steamship had arrived, and the huge hatch opened, and one by one came out of the cantilever opening.

Among these figures are many scantily clad young ladies dressed like street girls, lewd middle-aged men with fat beer bellies and oily faces, and of course, young adventurers in black coats with extremely cold eyes.

"Just, my life comes from my Lord, and it is my faith to chase glory on the sea rather than being a bishop."

"You're still as stubborn as before." Just's golden eyebrows stretched slightly, and he rose from one of the wooden rattan chairs on either side of the wide deck, and looked together at the steamships moored in the harbor, at the endless stream of figures.

"That kid, please."

"I'm not obligated to take care of a child while sailing, Just, you should know how dangerous the sea is."

Jack's dark gray eyes looked directly at Just's old figure, and after a moment of indifference, he paused and said:

"I will only show mercy for my lord, and whether she will survive or not depends on herself."

As if thinking about something, Justter nodded imperceptibly, and was silent for a full five minutes, then turned to face Jack, raised his left hand in the shape of a halberd, and said:

"The god of the sea is above, may you always swim on the road of sailing!"

"The god of the sea is above, may we swim together on the road of navigation forever!"

There was no superfluous emotion on Jack's rugged face, just the same clenched left fist and raised it in return.

After saluting, Just left the deck of the Black Pearl and walked down the ladder to the boulder-lined Black Forest harbor in the distance.

"From today onwards, except for meal and sleep time, I will be honestly in the captain's room." Jack watched Justter leave, bowed his head and said to the little girl behind him.

The little girl lifted her pink peck and smiled innocently.

"Uncle Jack, hug ......"

.........

Faslanka, 2nd floor of Lang Township Church!

"Captain, today's extraordinary steam train has started and will arrive at 6 p.m. as scheduled."

Elena, a young girl in a court dress with long blue hair, was holding a secret report to Joseph Paxton, who was wearing a black waistcoat in the chair in front of her.

"There is also news from the church that Besik's pollution has been effectively controlled, and the spiritual pollution of Eve, the king of angels, has also disintegrated last night."

"It's the power of the projection that has disappeared, and from the end of the Age of Natural Disasters to the current Black Iron Age, the mythical creatures that only exist in legends have reappeared, which should indicate something."

Joseph took a puff with a black pipe in his mouth, and slowly exhaled the white smoke ring, the solemn expression on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"By the way, Elena, now go to the underground necropolis and find Bennet to get the seal 3-421 out, I've already approved the strip, and there is a problem with the North Cross District."

"You want to use the seal?"

Elena took the slip from Joseph in disbelief.

"I can use the seals to the captain, and the last time was an extraordinary gathering of the Harvest Church." At this moment, Frank, dressed in a black robe and a pointed round hat, walked in from outside and said half-jokingly.

"Maybe this time, it's even trickier than Harvest Church." At this moment, Joseph's voice rang out again.

Elena turned her head sharply, and suddenly saw that the captain, who was still sitting on the chair and smoking a pipe, had put on his black trench coat at some point, leaning lightly against the frame of the bookshelf beside him, staring at her with dark gray-blue eyes.

"Ah, Captain, you... I... I'll go now. Elena quickly put away the slip and turned to walk towards the iron gate that led to the underground graveyard.

Joseph let out a "hmm", then moved his gaze, turned to Frank, who had just pushed the door in, and pondered for a moment:

"The Seagod Enforcer, the Sun Crusader, and the Light Crusader, have you all been notified?"

"That's it, Captain, huh...... Do you need my psychic help this time? Frank, who was hidden under the hood, asked with a little solemnity.

Joseph shook his head slightly:

"We can't afford to do what happened to Besik again, and according to reports from the scene, the eviscerations are a bit of some kind of evil ritual, not a random attack, and I even suspect that the perpetrator was a covert organization."

"This time, the four official clergy teams are acting together, and there will definitely be no problems from before." Frank casually relieved the captain.

Joseph took out his pocket watch, opened it with a "click", glanced at the ticking hands, and sighed.

"Kane, Burgritte will be back from your town before the afternoon, Faslanka's recent extraordinary events have exceeded the sum of the previous six months, which is not a good sign...... The situation is not optimistic at the moment, you should rest as soon as possible and prepare to leave at noon! ”

"Yes, Captain!"

.........

South African mountains, Rust Plains!

The South African Mountains have always been an important route between the northern continent and the southern continent, the most famous of which is the inhospitable moat that stretches for hundreds of miles.

From snow-capped mountains to lush grape plains and rivers running through treacherous valleys, the region was a barrier to civilization until the Fourth Age.

Of course, in the Fifth Age of steam and industry, the once impassable moat is now home to several steel tracks at the bottom, from the Moller Freshwater Lake to the Rust Plains, where oases and steam trains are intertwined as far as the eye can see.

"It's so fast, the St. Hornavich Express train is really different from the ordinary steam train, and the speed is comparable to the Harmony ride in the previous life."

Wienersen sat in a separate window seat, and next to the table were today's Faslanka Morning Post, Fool's and other double-sided printed newspapers.

Jingle Bell –

Not far away, a female waitress in a black and white uniform walked down the aisle pushing a jingling food cart and stopped next to Venasson:

"Sir, is there anything you need?"

Like the chirping of a lark, it reached Vinason's ears through the train aisle, and he turned his eyes to see caviar, roast turkey, lamb stew, fried meat and fish, creamy mushroom soup and other foods on the dining car.

"Lunch on the Extraordinary Train?"

"Yes, the Extraordinary Train is strictly equipped according to the standards of the Kingdom Steam Train, and lunch and dinner are included." The waitress replied with a smile on her lips.

"Then help me get a lamb stew, fried meat and fish, thick soup, a glass of freshly squeezed juice for drinks, well, that's all."

"Yes sir."

The waitress took the food from the dining cart and placed it on the table in front of the diners in order.

When he was done, Venason saluted softly, and instead of rushing to enjoy it, he tilted his head and looked diagonally out of the glass window next to him, opening a flowing curtain with the rhythmic clatter of wheels.

Before he could pay attention, the window had already changed from a gloomy river valley to a vast and open field, a large tree standing tall, and a distant stretch of mountains, all of which flew into his sight one by one, and then roared away in the blink of an eye.

For 10 minutes, in the face of the flashing picture of active beauty, for 10 minutes, seeing the snow-capped mountains in the distance is approaching, Wienerson is inexplicably a little absent-minded.

Noisy voices came from all directions, tiredness swept from the top of his unwarranted body, his eyes slowly drooped, and his thoughts seemed to see, as if he had seen Faslanka, Mink Street, and the lively crowd.

"I heard that today someone bumped into the bishop in the church for an affair, after which the bishop was hanged on the emblem, and the lady hanged herself in shame......"

"You know what? The insect fighting project that was banned by the kingdom before was restarted in the underground casino of Hutton Marr, tsk, yesterday five people were beheaded for the failure of the fighting insects, one of them was still a lady, and before the beheading, he was tied to the gambling table and let more than fifty hungry gamblers give ......"

"It's nothing, I just came back from the port of Pritz today, which was attacked by a large supernatural species, and the whole port was contaminated, the men became the reproductive organs of animals, and the women became pregnant and gave birth to lambs with tentacles...... It was a nightmare......

"Ah, haven't you heard of that?"

"What about it?"

......

Suddenly, the group stopped discussing, and Venason stood beside him, and just as he was about to speak, everyone suddenly stared at him in unison, showing a grotesque expression.

A creepy chill crept up from the back of his spine to his brain, and Venason staggered back a few steps, only to see illusory black lines emerge from those people, stretch to the top of the train, and fall into the hands of a black figure shrouded in mist.

The scene quickly shattered, and Venason snapped open his eyes, and the table beside him was empty except for newspapers.

At this moment, Didi's shrill sirens sounded in the carriage, and the red lights shrouded and changed, like oil paint, as if to warn the passengers in the carriage that something terrifying was befalling here.