The lobby of the "Prizz Port Ticketing Company" is quite spacious, with seven ticket windows, but there are more than a dozen or twenty people in front of each window.

Klein glanced at it and did not go directly to the relatively small column, but took two steps to the right and came to a straight brown wooden board.

A continuous white paper was pasted on the wooden board, and all the passenger ship information for the past week was published, including the destination, the port through which it passes, the prices of different cabins, etc.

Before Klein could take a closer look, a staff member came over and drew a red circle in the second-class cabin position in one of the rows, marking a word:

“Sold.”

"It's very popular..." Klein sighed in a low voice.

"Of course, Pritz Port is the largest port in the kingdom. Countless people go through it to the Southern Continent and those colonial islands to look for opportunities." A middle-aged man standing next to the wooden board responded slightly exaggeratedly.

He wore a black hood and a black and white plaid police uniform, but without a erectile slats, and only had a seagull badge on his chest—which was exactly the same as the logo of the "Please Port Ticket Company".

The middle-aged man's face, hands, and all his exposed skin were bronzed and rough, as if he had been exposed to the sea breeze and sun exposure for many years, giving people the feeling of wrinkles seeping into the salt.

There was a dispute and I looked for the guards in the hall... This should be the guards... Klein remembered the precautions at the door, and did not mind the other party taking the initiative to talk, and said with a smile:

"You seem to know this port well?"

Upon hearing this question, the middle-aged man replied quite proudly:

"I was once a sailor of the Kingdom Navy, whose main base was Oak Island in Pulitz Harbor. I served for 15 years and spent a long time on the sea. If the war in Tombayran destroyed my health, I would have been a sailor for another 10 years! I know this port just like I do to my wife's body!"

A bit cultural and a bit vulgar... Klein was already thinking about inquiring about the news at sea and chatted casually:

"After retiring, you're here to be a guard?"

"No, I was stuffed into a night school for two years, and I was a student and a janitor. The storm was on the way. Can you imagine the scene of people of my age reading aloud with a group of teenage kids? And they knew and remembered words faster than me!" The guard showed an expression of unbearable look back.

As he said that, he patted the outside of his thigh and sighed:

"It's a pity that whenever it's wet and cold weather, my knees can't stand it. Otherwise, I'd be a night school teacher part-time. Those kids will make you feel younger, but I don't deny that I'm trying to make more money. When you have a wife and four kids, you have to realize that you have to support your family."

Sir, you talk a little too much... This may be the reason why the ticketing company hired you as a guard... Klein didn't take on the other party's topic and smiled:

"I just looked at the precautions at the door and found that canned wolf fish are not allowed here. To be honest, I have never heard of this kind of thing."

The guard's expression suddenly became complicated.

He pinched his nose and said:

"That is a food that is popular in the east coast of Fsak, the Gargas Islands and other places. It is a wolf fish marinated with salt, but it retains the blood, smell, the smell is very, very irritating, smelly and disgusting!"

It turned out to be a dark dish... Klein laughed:

"But I think no one will eat canned food when queuing up to buy tickets, right?"

"No, you don't understand that feeling, maybe one day you can feel it." The guard looked scared. "Once there was a savage from the north who came here to buy tickets, but there were already many people in front of him, stuffing the hall like a wooden barrel full of fish. He was very anxious, so he opened the can of wolf fish. In less than ten seconds, he and a few guys were left in the entire hall."

This is a biological and chemical weapon... the normal version of "biotoxin bottle"... Klein said funny:

"In the end, he successfully bought the ticket, and there were new things to pay attention to outside?"

"The result was not as he expected. The lady and gentleman in charge of selling tickets also escaped. Haha, you know, the savages' brains were worse than curly baboons!" The guard smiled and said, "When I was a sailor, there was a rumor at the sea that a group of pirates controlled a merchant ship from Rous. Oh, it was a city on the east coast of Fsak. In short, the pirates urgently opened their own trophy. Who knew that they were wooden barrels filled with pickled wolf fish. As a result, can you imagine the result? They fainted, vomited, lost their combat power, and became the bounty of the crew."

"A good story." Klein held back and didn't laugh.

He turned his eyes back to the paper on the board, looking for information on the ship on January 5.

As a professional, he had previously divined the appropriate dates for this week, one for No. 5 and one for No. 8, and among the passenger ships heading to the Rosde Islands, the most suitable ones were St. Fernan and White Agate.

There are tickets, and the prices are similar, 4 pounds in the third class, 10 pounds in the second class, 35 pounds in the first class... Those who live on the sea will more or less believe in the "Lord of the Storm". Even in Intis, Fsak and other countries, there are fishermen and crew who quietly believe in this unauthorized god in order to make a smooth trip to the sea... The name St. Feran came from the saints of the Storm Church, and had a certain background... Klein thought carefully and tended to choose the White Agate.

He didn't rush to make a decision, but turned to the guard:

"Do you know the situation with the White Agate?"

The guard immediately smiled:

"Sir, you have a good vision. The White Agate is a steamboat, but it also retains the sails and the maximum speed can reach 16 knots.

"And the captain is experienced and was once the sailor leader of the Wang Navy William V. No, it should be the Royal Navy. The king has always claimed that he has won the title of Emperor Bailang. Oh, in the Royal Navy, no matter how outstanding an ordinary person is, he can at most become a sailor leader and cannot serve as an officer, unless you can satisfy your commander, no matter what method or method! Only in this way can you be recommended to go to Pritz Naval Academy and become a reserve officer!

"That's how Aerland was forced to leave the navy, joined the White Agate, and became the captain step by step.

"I suggest you choose a first class cabin, so that you will have a room where you can sleep three to four servants, waiters who have received etiquette courses, chefs with designated skills, quiet restaurants with views, special rooms for smoking cigars, and places to gather together to play cards..."

Seeing that the guards were speaking in such detail, Klein couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Noting his expression, the guard smiled awkwardly:

"Arlan used to be my boss. He often invited me to drink and asked me to sell first class cabins for him, but you can rest assured that everything I said was true!"

This is not a real question or not, it is a question of money... Klein said silently.

He had already made a decision and asked again after careful consideration:

"Sir, what advice do you have for a sea adventurer?"

In order to meet Guelman Sparrow's identity, Klein fine-tuned his image before, making himself appear colder and sharper.

"Adventurer?" The guard unconsciously raised his voice.

In the queue waiting for tickets, many people turned their heads and turned their eyes to Klein.

According to spiritual intuition, Crane instinctively followed a line of sight.

He saw a man in his thirties wearing a black top hat. He had a rough face, a wind-frost line, a strong but not tall figure, and a light blue eyes that had experienced many things.

Also an adventurer? Klein and the man had a slight contact with each other, so they turned away.

At this time, the guard squeezed out a smile and said:

"Sorry, I'm a bit over the word adventurer. In my impression, it's equivalent to a desperate, a villain at sea and a swearing swearer, no, I'm not talking about you.

"A sincere advice? I, um, you have to remember three points.

"One, don't provoke pirates, two, don't provoke pirates, three, don't provoke pirates!

"Don't go against pirates unless you are a member of the Navy and the Church!"

"Uh... don't be fooled by the enthusiasm of the girls on the island. They are either pirates or want you to take them to Pritz and to Beckland. This is not entirely their problem. Many sailors, crew members and passengers, in order to deceive their bodies, painted them a very attractive metropolis and an unusually beautiful life, and then kicked them off their beds and threw them in their original place."

What a group of bad people... In this era, people who make a living at sea will not be too kind... The order at sea is so poor? The pirates are so rampant? Klein nodded and said:

"Thank you, I understand what to do."

After saying this, he walked towards the line with the smallest number of people.

The guard shouted behind him:

"Also, the treasure legends on the sea are basically fake!"

…………

After buying a second-class ticket for the White Agate, Klein returned to the hotel and waited patiently for the night to come.

During this process, he enjoyed the most famous fried fish in Pulitz Harbour and thought it tasted pretty good, but if he kept eating it like this, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

When the time was approaching 8 o'clock, he entered the gray fog, holding the badge from Lanerus in one hand, and writing the corresponding sentence with the other:

“The situation of this party.”

Tick, tick, wait until the pocket watch pointer reaches the predetermined 8 o'clock position, he closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and began to recite the divination sentences repeatedly.

He had reason to believe that when the party door was "opened", he had the positioning badge and could use this medium to divine something!

The failure before was because nothing had happened, but this time it was different. Things were happening, and Klein had a medium that was accurate enough!

Soon, Klein entered that gray dream world.

He saw the quietly surging Tasok River, the wide valley sandwiched between the two sides, and saw a dozen people in different locations, shrouded in thin light, disappearing in place blurred or illusory.

One of them had black hair and green eyes, and looked good, and was like a Klein's acquaintance.

Leonard Mitchell!
Chapter completed!