"Mr. Jackson, you are truly an infatuated man. Rand leaned his backhand on the railing.

He had just finished listening to Jackson tell him the story of his relationship with Melinda, and he had visited this Mr. Jackson almost every day of his days on the ship.

At first, Jackson's attitude towards him was not very good, but compared to the angry remarks he had in the café that day, his attitude was actually quite mild.

When Rand visited, he didn't care about his coldness at all, and at first he also pulled the fat Huo Qiu, but Huo Qiu couldn't stand the other party's coldness after not being with him for a few days, and vowed never to please the old guy again, so he spent all day in the first-class suite with Hola Deguna Hu Tianhudi.

Only Rand insisted on visiting, even if he went for the first few days, the other party was so cold that he couldn't say a few words and said that he was busy, and then sent off the guests, and the next day he still went as usual.

Perhaps it was this attitude that moved the other party, at least as time went on, Jackson talked more and more to him.

Finally, one day, instead of getting rid of him quickly, Jackson talked to him a little more about the lover he was talking about, Melinda.

So slowly, Rand heard some stories about this Melinda and how she was with Jackson.

Rand didn't realize that few of the High Elves knew what he had heard, as many of them belonged to Jackson and Melinda when they were alone.

He still doesn't know that although Melinda has passed away, she enjoys a higher reputation than the legendary powerhouse among the High Elves of the Emerald Continent, because after the two Ambergris Wars, some of the legendary powerhouses of the Elves have been feared, and Melinda's sacrifice has inspired many High Elves to this day.

And what Jackson is talking about is the other side of the High Elf heroine, which is neither the strong imprint that the High Elves generally remember, nor the one who advocates her detractors. She is a ruthless female killer.

"You believe what I say?" Jackson said in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Believe, if not, why am I pestering you to tell your story? Your love for Lady Melinda is not the same as that of my grandfather and grandmother, but at least one thing is the same, you are faithful to each other forever. Jackson shrugged.

"Jimenez? He is a little different from Bernadotte, he is more stoic, more cunning than Bernadotte, I'm sorry, forgive me for describing your grandfather like that. ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as you don't just scold him for being a bastard. Rand laughed, "I'll take your two descriptions as compliments on him, and to be honest I'd love to hear what his contemporaries, especially those who even admit to being friends, think of him." It's a very rare opportunity, he has few friends, and even if I do, no one will tell me how he really feels. ”

Jackson smiled rarely, "Whether you believe it or not, I don't actually hate your grandfather, I hate the people who brought the ambergris cream into the Emerald Continent, and I hate the people who started the ambergris war." Never mind. Putting that aside, the atmosphere of today's conversation is good. There are some things that you can see with your own eyes that are far easier for you to understand than what I am preaching here, and you should be there in half a day at most anyway. While there's still some time, why don't you tell me how your grandfather and your grandmother got together? I was under house arrest for many years, and I didn't want to see Jimenez and Bernadotte anymore when I came out, so I don't know what happened to them. ”

"My grandfather and grandmother? Oh, that's a long story. If you really want to talk about it, it has something to do with you. ”

"Do you know your grandmother too?"

"You don't know each other, but it does have something to do with you. Because, according to my grandfather, he first met his grandmother at a gathering of aristocratic circles, when he and Bernadotte made a little money. I want to find a stable way to invest or continue trading. But there is no way, so through the relationship of Bernadotte's family, the two of them can follow Bernadotte's cousin into that party, in fact, they want to take the opportunity to meet you and then make money together. At that party, my grandfather met my grandmother and danced together, but my grandmother already had suitors at that time, and my grandfather had no comparison with anyone in terms of status and wealth. It wasn't until years later that my grandfather had made a fortune and had a certain social status and then inadvertently met my grandmother again. At that time, I learned that my grandmother's family had failed, her father was seriously ill, it can be said that he was in internal and external difficulties, and her original suitors had abandoned her, and she was considering marrying an old viscount who was forty years older than her in order to save her family and herself. When he heard the news, my grandfather bravely stepped forward......"

Rand's voice drifted away with the sea breeze, and Jackson next to him listened quite seriously-

The Queen Tiffany is moored in the harbor of Mochizuki City, and the treadbridge for the disembarkation of first-class passengers has been erected.

"It's finally here, Rand, how long are we going to stay here?" said Hocho as he put his arm around Holardguna's slender waist.

"If it's not interesting, I'll take the initiative to contact my family as soon as possible so that they can bring me back, and if it's interesting, I'll do nothing, and even delay the possibility of being found by my family, as long as I can. Rand put on his tuxedo and straightened the bow tied around his neck.

Then he saw Lady Richie and her two retinues, and though he had been to Jackson a lot these days, he still went from time to time to meet Mrs. Richie and talk to her about Mr. Aglavin's novels.

Lady Lizzie doesn't seem to be in a good mood since she was reprimanded by Jackson at the café, and she only seems happier when Rand comes to discuss the novel and film with him.

"Ma'am, which hotel are you going to stay in?" Rand asked.

"Madame will be stationed in the Regent Hotel under the name of the Regent Group, little handsome man. Lizi's female bodyguard struck her left palm with her right fist.

"Kid, are you going to live there too?" said Lizzie.

"I'm going to live there too. Someone interjected, but the person who spoke immediately made the female doctor Tory and the female bodyguard Cindy look a little ugly, because it was Jackson.

"Does it feel like the closer you get to me, the more uncomfortable you feel?" Jackson said.

"Of course not. Lizi said calmly.

Jackson snorted coldly, lifted the box, and took the lead on the treadbridge. Step to the pier.

Rand grimaced behind the two of them, he didn't know how to stand in line with the words of the two old men, and he didn't want to believe Jackson's words in his heart, because if his words were true, the wealth of the Jimenez and Bernadottes families was also stained with other people's blood and misfortune.

The crowd disembarked after Jackson. As soon as he got off the boat, a group of horse-drawn carriages rushed towards him in the distance, but when he was about to get there, he was stopped by the soldiers in charge of maintaining order at the docks.

"No, it's not a carriage, it's a human carriage?!" Hocho pulled his hand back from the soft flesh of Hola Deguna's waist and gently pressed it over his lips.

From a distance, it was not a horse-drawn carriage, but a cart drawn by a brown man. This kind of car is painted with yellow paint, there is no carriage, only seats and two in the sub, pay attention to a little will add a curtain on the seat, can block the wind and rain, the front with a connecting rod, people can carry passengers with this car.

One man pulled a cart, and most of them were half bare-chested. Revealing their tendons, they looked in the direction of the first class. But he didn't pay attention to the direction of the mixed disembarkation of the second-class and third-class cabins on the other side, and talked to the dock guards with guns from time to time, but finally obeyed the rules and did not rush over immediately.

"There seems to be such a car over there, but it's being pulled. Hola Dracula said.

Everyone looked at the direction of disembarking in the second and third class cabins, and there were indeed a few such carts. The style of the cart is the same, except that it is the Terrans who pull the carts, not the Centaurs.

"It seems that only people with horse-drawn carts can be here. Rand said uncertainly.

"Yes, sir, you are right. That's true. A voice came out of nowhere.

"Are you?" Rand felt his eyes light up, and there was one more person in front of him, a centaur to be exact.

But this is a very strange centaur, because he almost thought it was an elf at first sight, his upper body is handsome like an elf, especially the pointed ears, long hair like a golden waterfall, and has the distinctive characteristics of a high elf, but his lower body is the same as the lower body of a centaur.

"My name is Moddy, and as you can see, I am a Silva centaur, and if you are willing to hire me, I am willing to serve as a guide for you or any of the others, and ensure that you have a pleasant trip to the Emerald Continent. Oh, here's my business card. He pulled out a business card from the tuxedo of his jacket and handed it to Rand.

"Tell me what's going on in front of you?" Rand said, taking his card.

"They?" said Mody, laughing.

Then, in front of the self-recommended guide, Rand slowly learned what was going on with these people's horse-drawn carts.

Because transportation here is far less convenient than in Asturias itself, there are no steam cars, and the steam locomotives connecting other trading cities have not yet been fully built, and only some routes can use steam locomotives.

In the city, this kind of passenger service called rickshaw came into being, but it was basically monopolized and controlled by the Centaurs, like the dock here, only the Centaur coachmen could come to pull the first-class guests, because the first-class guests were generous, and if they tipped more, the second- and third-class passengers over there were left to the Terran rickshaw drivers, and generally there would be no tips or very little tips.

Those Terran rickshaw drivers used to be the sons of the High Elves or tribes living in the wild, the old system of the High Elves is collapsing, and they can no longer shelter those family children as before, so the Terrans who used to live on this continent have either suffered some tragic fate, or they have approached the major cities controlled by the countries of the Azure Continent and entered the range of these cities, so as to avoid being affected by the war between the High Elves and the orc tribes.

In these cities, the rulers of the Azure Continents, who are like them, can at least ensure basic order and prevent the Centaurs from destroying them with impunity.

Of course, that's all, in an industry like rickshaws, their qualifications to enter the industry and the daily money are all handed over to the centaur gang.

The centaurs who controlled the gang of rickshaws in the city formed a gang, each of whom hid a steel axe, so it was called the Axe Gang, led by a white horse. (To be continued.) )