After experiencing the last sleeping curse, this port city has not been knocked down, but is still bustling and bustling.
Aaron passed by the city center and saw a church building under construction, which belonged to the 'Church of the Ice God'.
There are lengthy reports on the promotion of the three True God churches in the newspapers, and missionaries of the God of Ice can already be seen on the streets.
'It seems...this place has been assigned to the Ice God?'
Aaron thought thoughtfully.
"Sir, could I tell you about the deeds of a great being?" Perhaps because she had been looking at the church for too long, a female missionary immediately came over and asked expectantly.
"Sorry...I believe in the Holy Spirit."
Aaron pretended to be a little embarrassed: "By joining your church, can you get... I mean... that kind of... um, supernatural power?"
"Due to regulations, we cannot talk about these topics openly, but if you are a devout believer, the Ice God will let you see the miracles you want."
The female missionary answered seriously.
'Sure enough, although it cannot be publicized publicly, it must be shown to believers in private... The Holy Spirit Religion is in danger when faced with this method of attracting people. It is useless to form a team of extraordinary people. How can its heritage be compared to the ancient
Order?'
Aaron pretended to be embarrassed: "I'll think about it again..."
After saying that, he quickened his pace and walked away until he could no longer hear the shouts of the female missionary, Mr., Mr. behind him.
"The early missionaries were too enthusiastic."
Aaron exhaled, pressed his hat, and looked at the huge building of the Port Company.
He came to this voyage port just to buy a ticket to South Indonesia.
The reason why we don't use 'spiritual teleportation' is mainly to kill time.
Since his last promotion encounter, Aaron decided to keep a low profile.
Whether it is to avoid detection or to help Motula become a god, sufficient reserves and ammunition are needed.
Therefore, it is very important to lie dormant for a period of time and accumulate enough "secret source power" to lift the table.
Ocean sailing in this era was a good way to pass the time. It often took a few months or half a year to take a ferry.
The second reason is to inquire about the 'Rancher'. After all, it is his month, and the 'Lord of the Deep Sea Monsters' is his most proud work.
The 'real' Damo' may be comparable to or even stronger than Motura, surpassing the limitations of the earthly world, and obviously exists in the deep sea of the spiritual world... But the descendants and subordinates of 'Da Mo' must also be active in the dark sea.
We...'
'Speaking of which, I still have a spell in my hand that was made by the pollution of the 'Da Mo Statue'. Unfortunately, it is only at the sixth level of prime matter. It is impossible to have the final say against an 'His Majesty', but it is quite good for cleaning up trash fish.
...Especially above the deep sea, there may be unexpected effects.'
He queued in a long line until the ticket window.
"Hello, may I ask if you have..."
The young girl in the window looked at Aaron, with a look of surprise in her eyes.
Well……
At this time, Aaron had restrained his 'perfectionist' appearance and put on a disguise. He had dark golden curly hair, eyes as blue as the sea, and a high nose. He looked about 20 years old, full of youthful vitality and good looks.
Quite capable!
When Aaron was pinching his face, he unconsciously brought in a bit of the appearance of the male protagonist of a certain ship in his previous life.
"Hello, how can I serve you?"
The ticket girl smiled brightly and deliberately turned her face sideways to cover up the small mole on the other cheek.
"I want to buy a boat ticket to South Indonesia. This is my identity document!"
Aaron handed over the identity documents not through the 'Green Banyan Council' channel, but through another black market businessman.
"Mr. Jack Corsany... There are currently two passenger ships in the port. One is the Ross, which is still the holder of the 'Blue Ribbon'. The sailing date is five days later, and the other is the giant luxury liner 'St.
The Margarita will leave in three days."
The conductor lady answered in a sweet voice.
"'Saint Marguerite'!"
"Blue Ribbon" is a horse racing tradition. During ocean voyages, the ship with the shortest time across the ocean can tie the blue ribbon to the mast as a proof of honor.
But Aaron was just here to kill time, and he didn’t want to be too hasty, but focused on comfort.
"OK."
The female conductor continued to introduce in a sweet voice: "'Saint Margaret', the first-class ticket is 30 pounds, the suite ticket is 500 pounds. First-class passengers can enjoy swimming pools, gyms, squash courts, sunbathing decks, pet dormitories and other facilities.
...The second-class ticket is 10 pounds, and you can enjoy the smoking room, library, and large bar. The third-class ticket is 5 pounds, six people per room, and the child ticket is 3 pounds..."
According to Jack Corsini's character, he is a wandering art painter who inherited a large inheritance from his distant uncle, so Aaron smiled brightly: "I am only one person, living in a suite is obviously too extravagant and wasteful.
, please give me a first-class ticket.”
As he spoke, he handed over a 30 pound note.
"One first-class ticket!" The conductor's smile became brighter: "I like art and oil painting, and my dream was to become a model..."
As she spoke, she handed over the bills and documents.
Along with the receipt, there is a small note.
"I don't mind being a part-time model after get off work, the kind without clothes..."
She no longer hinted, but made it clear.
Aaron responded with a bright smile, turned around and left the ticket booth.
night.
In the port bar.
Aaron found out more about the Saint Margaret.
For example, it is known for its focus on luxury, and even the environment in the third-class cabin is superior to the second-class cabins on other ships.
It can carry a total of 4,000 passengers, including sailors, at one time, and the speed is not slow, reaching 20 knots.
Moreover, the ship has just been launched, and this is the first grand voyage.
The more Aaron listened, the more solemn his expression became.
…
Three days passed quickly, and finally the day came for the "Saint Margaret" to set sail.
On June 5, Aaron, wearing a white shirt and beret, carrying a drawing board and a suitcase, followed the flow of people onto the "Saint Marguerite" anchored in the port.
This behemoth is nearly 300 meters long, 30 meters wide, and about 30 meters high. It has a displacement of 50,000 tons and has four huge chimneys 20 meters high.
Humans standing in front of it are like ants in front of an elephant.
Aaron checked the tickets and looked at the luxurious environment around him. He couldn't help but want to laugh: "Fortunately, I didn't meet a rich lady named Rose."
"Ms. Helen Candy, welcome aboard the St. Margaret's!"
At this time, another passenger behind him started checking tickets.
One of the young women had long blond hair, wore a gorgeous hat with a feather, and a tight lace dress with a corset, and was followed by many servants.
"Thanks!"
Helen thanked her elegantly and told the handsome valet on the side: "Kent... don't forget my luggage and the orange cat cage."