When Conrad sailed close to the Port of Leiden, he immediately saw something was wrong just five nautical miles away from the port. Not only were steel battleships cruising on the sea, but Mark and the others immediately had pilots as soon as they approached.
As the ship approaches, it blows its whistle and lights up the signal.
In this era before shipboard radios became popular, this was the simplest and most straightforward method of maritime communication.
"Three long and two short? It means 'Danger! Don't get close'." Conrad said to the new crew member in the helmsman position beside him, Nelson who came from the knight to work part-time.
"What about us?"
"The standard practice is to blast the flute three times and then stop the boat."
Nelson was about to do so when Mark came: "Hang up the badge of the occultist."
"yes!"
No one dared to ask: Why not hang the family crest of Destiny?
However, the pilot ship on the opposite side saw the mystic scholar's flag hoisted on the small cargo ship opposite, and relaxed a lot. A destroyer that was originally planning to approach to control the situation also changed its course and faced another cargo ship, leaving only a small one.
The pilot boat came closer.
Not long after, the pilot came up the gangway along the side of the ship.
"Good day, friend. I am Chuck Mommas, pilot of Port Leyden, and this is my ID card."
"Good day." Conrad nodded, then showed his Wright General Captain's License and asked quickly: "Did something happen at the port?"
"It's the [Lamington]! There's light! A ghost ship just appeared in the East China Sea, and here's another one! Are you going to let people live?" the navigator kept chattering: "Many ships have given up docking here.
Damn it, my God! I just make a living by piloting large cargo ships."
Conrad understood that being a pilot in the Wright Empire was never an easy job. They only had a meager basic salary, and the majority of their income came from commissions from piloting ships. Especially for large ships that entered the port at night, pilots were under the most pressure and had the highest single commissions.
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Without a boat, they almost couldn't open the pot.
Conrad probed: "Isn't the ship in the East China Sea the same as this one?"
"Of course not! That ship in the East China Sea was just confirmed by witnesses from the Church of Storms to be an old two-masted wooden ship from centuries ago. Now this ship is a cutting-edge cruise ship."
At this time, the navigator noticed Mark coming: "Good day, distinguished mystic scholar. Please allow me to check your certification documents."
Mark casually drew a few imaginary strokes on his chest with his fingertips, and a six-pointed star of spiritual light that represented mysticism appeared.
The navigator's expression was completely relaxed: "Praise the God of Wisdom, oh, any god is good. Get that thing away quickly."
"Did the Church of the Night send someone here? Take us there, and this tip will be yours." Mark snapped his fingers, and Helena next to him held up a stack of hundred-dollar bills.
The navigator's eyes widened: "This... is too much. But thank you for your distinguished guest. I will lead the way."
After all, the Mechanical Ascension is a small boat with a shallow draft and can be docked at a decent dock.
The pilot took it with him, gave green lights all the way, and finally brought it to a berth between a regular commercial port and that private dock.
"Sir, is this okay? It's a bit close to that place after all."
"It's okay, I'm here to solve the problem." On the dock, Mark walked away in a suit and leather suit with a female attendant and two male bodyguards, leaving the navigator stunned.
In fact, this is already a controlled area. As soon as Mark stepped onto the dock bridge, two night watchmen were already approaching.
After the other party checked Mark's consultant certificate, he immediately stood in awe: "Please come with us, Mr. Destiny."
Under normal circumstances, a mere consultant would certainly not be worthy of such courtesy from the Night Watchman.
Don't forget, Mark just blew up a nest not long ago.
Under the propaganda of Lao De who intentionally or unintentionally ignored his status as a consultant, most young people in the Twin Goddess Church have long regarded Mark as a hero.
Regardless of Mark's background, anyone who dares to enter the enemy's nest alone to protect the lives of five million people deserves respect.
If it were a game, Mark would have already accumulated [Legendary +2].
The two night watchmen were stunned and pulled a carriage for Mark.
The two horses were all black, with not a single hair on them.
Helena was stunned by this appearance alone.
After getting on the bus, we walked about two kilometers and arrived at Lamington Boat Club.
As soon as he arrived near the gate, Mark was a little speechless. There were hundreds of cars parked in the parking lot to the left of the gate, mostly horse-drawn carriages.
There were a lot of people gathered at the gate, and one look at the costumes showed that there were at least dozens of large and small groups.
Guarding the iron gate at the gate were not only the familiar Light Guardian Knights, but also a large number of Storm Sons holding spears, as well as Wright Empire soldiers holding bulky spears.
A large number of anxious men and women crowded near the gate, noisily making the place feel like a wet market.
"Sir! What has become of my master Muckros?"
"There is my child up there! He is the only legitimate son of the Grant family!"
"Didn't the Church of Storms send someone to attack yesterday? What was the result?"
Thousands of relatives and servants gathered around and made a noise.
Looking far into the distance, the first thing that comes into view is a dense and artistic series of dock waiting rooms and other buildings. Looking further to the far end, five hundred meters away from the dock, on the sea, there is a ship surrounded by black mist.
The huge cruise ship stood there silently, in sharp contrast to the noisy pier gate.
There was a special passage for Mark to enter here. A group of patrolmen waved sticks on the roadside to drive away the approaching crowds. On the roadside, every two meters stood a fully armored Light Guardian Knight.
That terrifying momentum is more terrifying than a revolving machine gun. In the realm of extraordinary beings, there are too many things that can ignore artillery.
"Mark!?" A surprised and somewhat sharp voice penetrated the carriage.
Mark looked along the sound and saw a familiar face.
"Dorothy?" Mark was surprised.
I thought that once they said goodbye that day, the two of them would become two parallel lines that would never intersect, but I didn't expect that this lady would actually appear here, which means...
"Please let me come over. I know that gentleman..." Dorothy argued with the patrolman extremely nervously. A pair of male and female servants beside her laughed with her. They wanted to protect the Baroness and did not dare to offend the church.
side.
Mark thought for a moment before speaking: "Please stop."
The coachman immediately tightened the reins of the horses, and the two horses stopped obediently.
Seeing this, both the patrol police and the two light guardian knights guarding the road turned around silently and made way for a passage.
Dame Dorothy made connections and immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.
Not caring about her manners at all, Dorothy trotted over holding the hem of her skirt in both hands, while her maid hurriedly reminded her in a low voice where there were puddles and mud.
But seeing her boots stained with mud, Mark realized that she had been here for a long time.
Conrad, who was sitting next to the coachman, jumped down, opened the door for Mark, put down the foot pedal, and Mark stepped out of the carriage lightly.
Originally, he could have just sat in the carriage and listened, but after meeting each other, Mark still gave Dorothy enough respect.
This scene fell into the eyes of those who were interested. Some people began to come over, but they were immediately blocked by the patrol police and more guardian knights who arrived.
"Oh! Mark, it's really you!" The makeup on Dame Dorothy's face has been worn for a long time. It can be seen that she barely touched it up once, but it was damaged by tears again. It's really ugly: "Sorry, I'm too excited.
My mother, Yaldai, Ge Yadili, Anweina, they are all on that damn boat!"
"What?" Mark's face changed slightly, and at the same time he noticed that more blazing eyes were coming towards him. He frowned: "Get in the car first, and then we'll talk after we get in."
"Is that okay?" Dorothy showed an expression of endless surprise.
"Come up, you and your servants." Mark greeted.
"good."
Dorothy waved to some people behind her and nodded. After they nodded, she got on the bus with her servant.
With many people's envious eyes on her, she took Mark's ride and finally entered the port terminal area.
Mark asked: "Who else is involved this time?"
"Too many! Bishop Evans of the Reincarnation Church, Bishop Brown of Leiden City of the Church of Light, Mongoni, the high priest of the Adventist Church, and Frankis, the priest of the Church of Literature. On the secular side, there are the Marquis and Marquis of Acat and Count Glock.
Mr. and Mrs. Count Santos and his wife, and the Baron Viscount, there are more than a dozen people in total." There was unconcealable panic on Dorothy's face.
Mark immediately understood why she was not qualified to enter.
The regional heads of the major churches are definitely given priority, followed by the relatives of the big nobles. On weekdays, the reputation of being a noble is quite useful, but at times like this, it doesn't matter.
What was originally a good vacation, and even a good opportunity for the nobles to form cliques and engage in secret connections, suddenly encountered an [abnormality]. This is really an unpredictable event!
Dorothy was sitting in front of the carriage with two servants. She was a little unsure when she looked at Mark, a housekeeper on the left and a bodyguard of a knight of light on the right, Mark.
"Mark, I heard that Mark Destiny was very active later, so... it should be you, right?"
Mark smiled: "No one should dare to pretend to be a member of the Destiny family."
A little lucky and a little envious, Dorothy knew that the person in front of her was definitely not the little girl with only one mouth and face left to see people: "Can you... be able to speak this time?"
Helena proudly said: "Young Master Mark is an expert in dealing with [abnormalities]."
"Expert? Great. Then..."
Well, experts are also experts, the kind who can kill monsters with a brick.
Mark kept a faint smile on his face: "I will make arrangements later to give you and the servant a place to rest. Leave it to me next. I will promise to do my best."
