After several days of sailing, when they returned to the sun, Captain William was already talking to Kraft about the next harbor at the bow of the Iceberg.

After getting to know each other, the two men quickly became acquainted, so when Koop barely adjusted to life on the ship, and returned to Kraft with his stomach covered, he was surprised to find that his servant was not the most familiar person with Kraft on this ship.

Realizing this fact, the already freezing night wind became even colder. Koop rubbed his hands together and walked to the bow of the ship, ready to fulfill his duties as a servant in theory—only in theory.

He felt that a person who could expel that kind of thing should not need much protection. In addition, I was seasick and weak for a few days, and I didn't even do a job of following the chores, and I didn't work when I received the money, so I was always unstable.

The whining of the night breeze and the revelation of the captain's horror tale for days dawned as Koop shuddered and pulled his clothes tight as he approached the two backs in the darkness.

The stout figure on the right stretched out a hand and pointed directly in front of him to the darkness that looked like the dawn of the world, before God had yet to ask for light.

"That's right, it's over there, you'll see it soon."

"So sure?" The young voice on the left asked, not believing it in his tone. Koop followed, and the same doubts appeared in his mind, what could be nice to see in the middle of the night?

"I believe that the valuable experience of the old captain will be seen immediately. And I highly recommend you to go down and take a walk, the opportunity is rare and you won't regret it. "He leaves enough suspense for the listener, and as with every story, the listener can't help but imagine what follows.

The bow of the ship fell silent, and Koop looked into the distance bewildered, seeing nothing but darkness, while the two men in front waited in silence, showing no signs of impatience.

He was about to give up in the indefinite wait when a conspicuous point of light appeared from the far distance, piercing the dull blackness. It resembles a morning star, but it is much brighter, and it is still slowly turning the angle, and after a few breaths, it disappears in the sky.

As the ship approached, this periodic bright spot gradually rose until it hung high in the air and became brighter. Lightning-fast, elongated beams sawed through the night sky, leaving a lateral spot of light in the field of vision.

"Welcome to the Port of Comfort!" The captain turned around and opened his arms to introduce the two passengers to the stops on the journey for the first time, and he was in a good mood, "We'll stay here for a few days." ”

At this moment, a dotted line of small dots of light appeared behind him, and if I read it correctly, they turned out to be a variety of colors. The bright guidance that had just hung high in the air was so striking that one could ignore their presence as they approached.

It was the lights on the shoreline, and at night it was dreamy, and Kraft didn't expect to see a neon effect here.

"The Mount Christen lighthouse, it's beautiful, isn't it? Of course, don't just look at the heights, we'll be there soon. William proved his experience, put down his hand and walked over to the young man, "Remember to bring money, and remember to keep an eye on the money bag." ”

The cheers of the sailors rang out from the deck, and the captain left the bow of the ship, symbolically reminding his lads not to get carried away and driving them back to their posts, steering them ready to enter port.

Far beyond the bustle of Wenden Harbour, Koop had never seen so much light outside the church in his life, and the dotted lines of the dotted dots became richer and more coherent as they approached the shore.

The glow of the fire shines through the stained glass, illuminating the entire street along the coast in a warm, psychedelic hue, and the feeling of dampness and coldness is reduced just by looking at it, and the warm atmosphere drives away the feeling of homesickness.

The smell of food and liquor tickled the nose of those who had just disembarked, and the smell of essential oils and incense, which were unfamiliar to Kraft and Koop, and a certain scented dust raised its presence, not inferior to the former.

"Hmm." Kraft pressed his nose, the stimulation of the powder made him want to sneeze, and it was getting thicker and thicker, leaning behind him.

He remembered the captain's words, and turned around to guard with his money bag, but saw that it was a face with red powder on a white background coming up, showing an unnatural smile of pretentiousness, and the strange smell he smelled was the powder that had fallen.

"Stay away from my friends." William appeared next to Kraft and took his place as Coop lost his mind, slapping the hand that had been placed on Kraft's shoulder. The woman walked away in amusement, looking for her next target client.

"Looks like you've never been to this kind of place? Need to introduce you to a reliable family? ”

"Nope." Kraft awkwardly refused, he probably understood what William meant, "I guess it's better to find a tavern to hang out." ”

William confirmed that Kraft had never been to such a place, and laughed and patted him, "Don't be embarrassed, you must know that there are some unreliable places that can make people suffer from diseases that are not easy to speak, and my introduction is absolutely reliable." ”

"Excuse me." In these days, there is no such thing as a reliable place, and I have read enough about unspeakable diseases in books, and I don't want to see them in places where medical treatment is scarce.

"Koop, come here!"

Fishing out the entangled Koop, the trio of them led by Captain William to the interior of the city, where the nightlife is much richer than that of Wenden Harbour, and there is also a preliminary concept of colored lights.

When Kraft looked closer at the lamps of different colors, he found that they were actually more colorful than he thought, and that there were considerable differences between the same colored glasses, and that the red alone was divided into light red, dark red, orange and red.

It may be that the handicraft workshops with souls and no skills give them their own characteristics, in addition to the different colors, the edges are irregular, and there are uneven impurities inside, which give the effect of light gradients and color spots.

As a result, the inferior quality gives them a variable effect, even if most of them are just broken glass embedded in the lampshade, grease and other fuels burning behind it, and the entrances to the taverns and other primitive entertainment establishments that are still in business are more or less decorated.

People dressed as seafarers come and go, going from house to house, spending the money in their pockets before setting sail. The bright guiding beam of the lighthouse on the hill was completely overshadowed by the colorful lights here, and the nose was paralyzed by the smell of alcohol and itchy incense powder.

The atmosphere of erosion and indulgence made Kraft a little uncomfortable, and he knew a thing or two about the oppression of life at sea, from sailors to captains, and the need to release stress psychologically, but that was limited to that.

This place that made him feel out of place was a bit like the prototype of the early commercial street, but the consumption structure was relatively simple, and it was difficult to come up with any other industries.

As you move further into the city, the illuminations begin to decrease and the streets darken as you move away from Minato. Captain William's footsteps never stopped, and he led them along the road with a clear goal.

The people on the road were not sparse because they were far from the port, and many sailors walked with them, and the figures holding lanterns and candles illuminated the road around them, and calmly marched towards the goal.

The atmosphere is tilted from warm to the other pole, and when you come back to your senses, you are already in solemnity. Koop, who was looking around, noticed the change and settled down.

After walking in silence for more than ten minutes, I estimated that I was almost in the center of the city, and the street turned a big bend and turned to one side at a right angle.

There was a hazy song in the wind, not the chorus of the sailors in the tavern, dried by the sea breeze, or the glamour from the building where suspicious women invited guests.

Ethereal, crisp sounds, voices frozen in the pre-vocal period, sung in unison in a wide space, harmonic echoes overlapped on inaudible eulogies, forming wave after wave, holy and inviolable.

The man in front of him tensed violently, and the definite hostility made him stop and press his sword, and Koop almost hit his head, and he remembered that Kraft was still talking about his illness in the salt tide area.

William heard footsteps behind him stop, and looked back, "What's wrong?" We arrived soon. ”

"It's okay, I think of something bad." Kraft adjusts and turns the corner with William.

At night, in the central square of the city, a brightly lit and splendid building broke into their field of vision, as if they had collected the lanterns of the previous half of the street and decorated it together.

Countless stained glass windows, each of which is made of transparent polished glass to form a symmetrical geometric pattern in the shape of a flower crown, or a figure wearing a bright robe, with a yellow and white circle of light above his head reflecting the daytime candle flame in the building, like an angel walking on earth.

The golden ring in the center of the building is guarded by the colored windows of the figures, and the fire of the large chandelier penetrates the pairs of wings made of white glass, turning the crystal and splendor of the glass into divine majesty.

"The Church of Comfort, the origin of the name of the port." William didn't dare to point his hand at the glass figure, and whispered to Kraft in the crowd, "Go in and be quieter." ”

"Huh? I thought it was ......"

The contrast is so great that neither Kraft nor Koop could figure out how they had come from the enchanted place of the harbor to the church, and they both thought that the reason for the "comfort harbor" was that the sailors came here to get spiritual solace from alcohol and exercise.

Fortunately, before he could finish the second half of his sentence, several sailors next to him turned their heads and glared at them. The content of the second half of the sentence is self-explanatory, everyone came from the port, can you still not know what you are thinking?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the first time I came, and I was blinded by those daredevils." Kraft hurriedly apologized, it was purely unintentional, don't mind.

It seems that this is not the first time that the misunderstanding has occurred, and the sailors did not bother with them. However, the sight triggered Kraft's memory, and at least two of them had just come out of the illuminated door on the other side of the harbor and followed them all the way to the church.

The contrast was suddenly less intense, and an indescribable sense of tacit understanding bridged the streets, where indulgence was solace and religion was solace.

"Sage time, huh?"

It seems that there was no need to apologize just now.