Ricketering, the liner made its way through the storm and approached the lighthouse.

A small port then came into the eyes of captains, sailors and passengers through a dark curtain of rain.

Not long after, a man in his thirties wearing a blue uniform, holding a black umbrella, and carrying a glass lantern appeared on the dock and directed the passenger ship to complete the docking with a not-so-standard movement.

"Hey, guys, where did you come from?" shouted the man as he watched the gangway come down, opening his mouth.

After being swallowed up by the wind and rain, his voice managed to reach the interior of the passenger ship and burrow into Alfred's ears.

"Do you know what this place is?" Alfred glanced cautiously at his lieutenant and servant.

He did not wear a general's dress, but a black trench coat common to Beckland, his brilliant blonde hair hung down casually, and his blue eyes were like deep lakes in the forest.

The adjutant with his hair neatly combed back shook his head to show that he didn't know, and then explained:

"The previous storm had disoriented me. ”

At this time, the captain came to the side of the boat with an umbrella and responded to the man:

"We set out in East Bailang two days ago and unfortunately encountered a storm.

"Which port is this?"

The man's eyes rolled, and he didn't answer directly, but said in a loud voice:

"Wait a minute. ”

He then turned around, held an umbrella and a lantern, and ran to the complex near the pier.

The reaction was somewhat unexpected by Alfred and other passengers, but it was not surprising to the experienced captains, first mates, and others, who had suffered too many unusual incidents in many ports on the Furious Sea Lane. This makes them quite patient and waits for the next development.

Five or six minutes later, the man came running with a girl in small steps.

The girl had no umbrella and wore a hooded raincoat coated with the sap of the Donningsmann tree.

As the two approached the liner, they walked up the gangway to the deck under the watchful eyes of the gunmen.

At this distance, the vast majority of passengers can see the appearance of the two clearly.

The man has brown hair and brown eyes, rough skin, and looks like a low-level person who has been ravaged by wind and rain, and the woman is in her twenties, with green eyes and long flaxen hair, a few of which are wet on her face, which makes her feel a little pure and charming.

This is a pretty good beauty with a wild temperament.

"Guys, this is Utopia Harbor. The man introduced impatiently, "My name is Theodore, and I'm the port, the temporary commander. ”

As he spoke, he laughed, as if pleased that he had invented such a powerful-sounding position.

The captain, of course, knew what the so-called "temporary commander of the port" meant, and was completely unconcerned about the sudden joy of such a small person.

He frowned slightly and said:

"Utopia Harbor? Why haven't I heard of it. ”

Theodore looked at him and said:

I've heard this phrase many times.

"Oh, if it weren't for the storm that should have been kicked in the ass by the donkey, you probably wouldn't have come here for the rest of your life!"

Before he could say more, the lady preemptively said:

"Utopia is not on a safe shipping lane, and ships that know this area and know it will come to resupply it in normal times. ”

Meaning, the main users of this port are pirates? How could the captain not be able to hear the meaning of the words, and at such a time, tacitly not to expose it is to protect both sides.

He said "um":

"You are?"

"My name is Tracy. The girl smiled, "The owner of the port inn, who is also the front desk waiter. ”

She looked around and said:

"The storm is very strong, the boat will be very bumpy, and it is not a very wise choice to stay here to rest. The hostel will provide you with a secure bed, enough hot water, clean food, a warm quilt and an environment that reminds you of your own home, only 10p a night, I mean 1 room.

"In addition to that, you can also enjoy a drink and a warm welcome at the bar next door. ”

Obviously, this lady is here to solicit business.

The captain was quite vigilant, did not respond to her directly, nodded and said:

"I can't make decisions for the passengers, it's their freedom to choose, and of course, as captain, I'll stay here with my crew. ”

Tracey kept a smile and said:

"I will wait at the hotel for guests who are willing to disembark. ”

She seems to have received a certain amount of education, not as hot but spicy as the girls the crew met in other ports, and her mouth was full of swearing.

Tracey half-turned around and was about to return when Theodore approached her and said, with a look on her face:

"You have to thank me for telling you the news as soon as possible. ”

As he spoke, his right hand brushed the ground against Tracy's ass and squeezed it hard.

Syllable!

Tracy opened his hand and cursed sharply:

"You ass-fucking asshole!"

She walked a few briskly steps and left the liner along the gangway.

Theodore shook his palm, and scolded with a louder smile:

"What a bitch!"

This scene made many passengers in the cabin suddenly moved.

For them, the biggest flaw on board is boredom, and there are bars in the harbor.

This means that you can meet cheap street girls, different from the northern continent and different from the southern continent, with local characteristics.

If you're lucky, or you're willing to spend a lot of money, maybe someone among them can let the beauty with the wild temperament just now sleep with!

All of a sudden, a number of passengers packed their bags and prepared to go straight to the port hotel.

Seeing this, Alfred's adjutant asked:

"General, are we going to disembark?"

Alfred shook his head slowly:

"We don't have the slightest understanding of this place, we have to be cautious enough. Staying on board is the best option. ”

The adjutant did not have the slightest objection to this, but asked with a little concern:

"What about those who have already disembarked?"

"That's their choice. Alfred looked out the window expressionlessly and said, "If something happens, we can only protect more people, unless the matter is not serious and can be easily solved." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the adjutant and his servants:

"Take turns keeping vigil tonight to be prepared for the unexpected. ”

Alfred, who had dealt with organizations such as the Spirit Order and the Rose School in the Southern Continent, had an instinctive wariness of unfamiliar places.

After exchanging views with the captain, Alfred lay down on his bed, listened to the wind beating against the glass windows and the torrential rain crashing on the deck, and prepared to sleep quite calmly.

It was then that he heard a melancholy melody coming from the direction of the harbor.

This seems to come from a flute, intermittent in a storm, like a human whimper.

Alfred was immersed in such music and environment, as if returning to Backerland, who always appeared in dreams, and returned to the different emotions of childhood happiness and youthful troubles.

He shook his head violently, shaking off the sensation and realizing that it was not a mental influence, but just a normal human reaction.

Alfred rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and used the sheriff's extraordinary ability to determine that the music he had just heard came from the cheap hotel.

Those who are not the guests who disembark, whose goals are very clear, will not be in the mood to play such a melody...... The original traveler in Utopia Harbor, or the proprietor and waitress named Tracy, if it were her, it would be a lady with a story...... Alfred sighed with emotion, withdrew his gaze, and stopped paying attention.

He was curious, but he didn't have the idea of getting off the boat.

Soon, the flute stopped and the port lodge was quiet again without any surprises.

In this way, the minutes passed, and as the storm stopped, the sky gradually brightened.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the departing passengers returned one after another, each with a vain footcount and a haggard face.

When the sailors saw this, they immediately laughed and said:

"The chicks here seem to be very good!"

The travelers shook their heads almost at the same time, all with regretful expressions.

One of them rubbed his forehead and said:

"Lielangzi here is very good, cheaper than other places, I accidentally drank too much, slept over, and I don't know if anything happened to that lovely person. Hey, I woke up and was about to sail, and I don't remember anything else I did when I was drunk, praise the Goddess, who made me lie back in bed instead of sleeping in the rain. ”

Other passengers echoed the sentiments, saying they had similar experiences.

Of course, everyone is different in the details, for example, one passenger praised the dessert in the breakfast at a cheap hotel.

The sailors, while regretting that they could not drink the cheap and good Lielanzi, opened their mouths one after another, teasing the passengers:

"Maybe it's not the chick here who spends the night with you, it's a big guy like Theodore, you're all drunk like that anyway, you can't know what's going on!"

"Haha, let's touch your butts!"

In a hilarious atmosphere, the sailors put away the gangway, hoisted the sails, and let the passenger ship set sail little by little.

It was only when they had crossed a slightly gloomy sea and returned to the familiar safe passage that Alfred completely relaxed, and said to his lieutenant and servant with a smile:

"It's okay to mark this place on our map, it's nice to write spirits and desserts, well, the girls have their own characteristics. ”

After a few more days, the ship finally arrived at Puerto Escorson in the Gulf of Didsey along a safe and winding channel.

With an aristocratic demeanor and a social instinct in his blood, Alfred visited the top brass of a nearby military base and shared a good dinner with them.

When he returned to his father's vacation villa here, he unexpectedly found that Hu Cong, who had been sent by himself to look for information, was a little pale.

"What's wrong?" Alfred snapped away.

The servant said in a suppressed voice:

"General, none of the official maps of the kingdom indicate Utopia Harbor. ”

PS: Ask for a monthly pass and a recommended ticket on Monday~