Chapter 1133 People Heading to Tarrond

The old man in outdated clothes disappeared on the platform like a shadow dissipating in the sun, but the coin in his palm was still warm. The young man blinked, and it took a few seconds for him to finally react from his astonishment.

He subconsciously rubbed the coin in his hand before stuffing it into his pocket. As a fee for a way-finding consultation, this income is already considered a lot of money, even more than what he had spent in the streets and alleys of the city in terms of purchasing power. The days when local bosses sold "information" to adventurers——Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but smack his lips.

Adventurers, "information", guidance, a reward of one coin... Thinking about it carefully, this really feels like returning to the past.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, moving his legs and feet that were sore from wandering on the platform for too long, and walked towards the exit with the already sparse crowd. A freight train with a much rougher shape is parked next to the freight platform. The large sliding door on one side of the carriage has slid open to the side, and the loaders who are ready to go immediately stepped forward under the command of the foreman to transfer the full load of materials in the carriage. onto the trailer.

The foreman with a beard stood next to the loading and unloading area, directing the operation while looking at the crates with uniform specifications. On the seal on one side of the wooden boxes, the emblem of the Union of Community could be clearly seen.

In the area of ​​the North Port Wharf, Victoria, the Duke of the North, was standing on a platform. The drizzle was blowing towards the platform under the breeze, but it was changed by an invisible force before it approached, leaving only the cold wind around the woman. Around the Duke, she raised her head and looked at the slightly undulating vast sea outside the pier. A dim and hazy sky shrouded the sea, covering all the distant scenery in the thin sea fog. In front of this power of nature, Even the sharp eyesight of an extraordinary person was useless, but she still looked there, as if she could see something through the hazy fog and skylight.

That was the direction where the eternal storm was entrenched—just a year ago, there was a miraculous storm that had not dissipated for a million years, blocking the eyes of prying eyes. When the weather was clear, people on the mainland even It can be seen that the sky-penetrating cloud wall rises from the sea level and spreads to the sky, as if supporting the entire sky.

But now, the storm that was once considered an irreversible force of nature has completely dissipated, and the mysterious kingdom behind the storm has opened the door to the mortals of the Loren Continent—even Victoria Wilder, the "Duke of Ice and Snow" At this moment, I can't help but want to feel the wonder of fate.

"Today's last batch of supplies has been unloaded on the platform," a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the side, causing Victoria to look back at the sea. "This batch of supplies comes from moss forest. The few batches that arrived have exceeded the expected goal-the only thing left is to transport them to Tarrond."

Victoria turned her head and saw Byron standing beside her with a messy head of hair. With a happy smile on his face, the imperial admiral was looking at the sea outside the port with admiration. The majestic officer's cloak was draped behind him, but he wore it like a bandit.

"The weather is not good." The Duchess turned her head and nodded slightly to the gloomy sky in the distance. "According to my experience, there may be a storm waiting for you tomorrow."

"But our siren navigators swear that the weather will clear up tomorrow," Byron shrugged, "and the naga said the same."

"...Those deep-sea creatures have a different understanding of 'good weather' than those of us on land,

The Duchess couldn't help frowning, "Especially those sea monsters." "

"Then we can make a bet. I trust my navigator, and you trust your experience." Byron laughed, "How about a one pound bet?"

"Not interested," Victoria said casually, "I never bet with anyone."

Byron shrugged boredly, and turned his gaze to the pier not far away—in the long pier extending along the coast, a total of six current state-of-the-art cargo magical mechanical ships are like small Floating on the sea smoothly like a mountain, the hidden cargo warehouses under the deck of four of the ships are currently open. Under the operation of a series of mechanical devices, a large amount of grain is transferred from the giant truck on the dock to the cabin like flowing water. , another loading and unloading team was busy beside the remaining two ships, transferring a large number of sealed wooden boxes to the stacking area on the deck.

At this moment, the drizzle is still blowing, but a thin layer of energy shield rises from the dock area, covering the entire loading and unloading operation area within the protective cover. Those shield generators shine light blue on the top of the reinforced concrete protective wall. The brilliance of color, as long as they are still in operation, the terminal operation area can guarantee good dry and windless conditions.

On the other side of another pier farther away from the cargo ship, the majestic mechanical battleship "Bitter Winter" watched this scene like a silent giant. A smaller frigate with a brand new deck is moored next to the main ship, and the replenishment operation is underway.

In this increasingly busy Beigang wharf, a large number of ships are loaded, unloaded, and replenished almost day and night, especially after the summer, the huge economic stimulus brought by the circum-continental route makes all merchants with a little ability participate in this battle During the feast, Beigang, which was running continuously, became a real city that never sleeps, and the loading and unloading scenes on the pier were almost taken for granted by many people.

But the six cargo ships currently undergoing loading operations are extremely special, even so special that the grand duke of the northern border and the highest officer of the imperial navy came to supervise them in person. The reason is simple: these ships will truly break the blockade of Los Angeles. The "barriers" of the mortals in the Lun Continent for hundreds of years, they carry a mission of great significance, a mission that can even be said to have laid the cornerstone of the community alliance-they will sail to Tarrond.

This is a more challenging sailing mission than opening a circumcontinental route—they have to challenge the far sea after crossing the "offshore calm line", which is a dangerous sea area that is traditionally considered "violent, disorderly, and unchallengeable" .

"I can't believe that we are actually going to challenge the high seas..." After a long silence, the Duchess Victoria finally couldn't help but said, "And the first challenge is on such a large scale, and the goal is even bigger than before. The legendary 'Hometown of the Giant Dragon'... If someone mentioned this kind of thing to me a few years back in time, I would definitely cast the 'Retarded Mentality Appraisal' on him immediately."

"Is there such a spell?" Byron's thoughts were obviously not on the same plane as the Duchess. "What is the use of such a strange-sounding spell?"

"Yes, and it's a very useful spell." Duchess Victoria glanced at the admiral next to her. "It is necessary for a big family to identify the intellectual potential of the heir early to avoid wasting huge cultivation resources. To select noble heirs under the age of six, in the old days, almost all big families above the earl would use this method to review their heirs."

"...Magic is really convenient," Byron curled his lips, "but this thing sounds really ruthless."

"It is indeed ruthless, and this method of concentrating all resources on a few elites and giving up the vast majority of 'ordinary children' runs counter to His Majesty's concept of 'no distinction between education' and 'talent reserve'," Victoria said expressionlessly. Said, "But you have to admit that sometimes, this effective screening method still has its place."

Byron shrugged his shoulders and quickly lost interest in this topic. He returned his attention to the upcoming voyage mission and said after a little thought: "Your Majesty attaches great importance to this voyage. A demonstration of the strength of the Alliance and the 'New Order', but also a test of the series of efforts we have made so far in Northport. To be honest, I am not worried about the voyage itself, but I am not very worried about Northport-this It is different from the mission we carried out in Typhon off the coast, after leaving the land, the communication between the entire fleet and the land will be interrupted."

"You can trust me," the Duchess said in a deep voice, "In this land, there has never been a single snowflake beyond the control of the Wilder family."

Byron was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "...Then I can rest assured."

Afterwards, he looked towards the sea again. On the weather-beaten face of this "mercenary knight", a serious and expectant expression gradually emerged.

He knew that what he was going to undertake was probably the most risky challenge in half his life—far beyond the time when he led his companions to explore ancient ruins and monster lairs. In the old days, his voyage would even be regarded as Suicide, but with the addition of Naga technicians and siren navigators and the ocean-going navigation technology they brought, this kind of long-distance voyage is now possible, and more importantly, there will be a group of giants on their trip. Escorted by dragons, the suicidal voyage in the past may become a feat that is enough to be recorded in the history books.

If those old companions were still around...would they toast themselves to this epic adventure?

While thinking, Byron couldn't help but look forward to the distant Tarrond even more.

...

Near the center of Beigang, in the hall on the first floor of the "Extreme North Exploration and Pioneering Group Reporting Office", which is nicknamed "Adventurer's Guild" by business travelers, the once bustling windows are gradually getting deserted as the time is approaching evening.

The bell rang suddenly, and the drowsy girl Ji Ling who was sitting behind the registration window woke up suddenly, and looked towards the door with a surprised look.

An old man with white beard and hair in a short black robe and a black soft hat stood there. After looking around in the hall, he walked towards this side with big strides.

That short black robe is not very popular in this era. After all, even the masters with outstanding status in the past have the concept of pursuing fashion. Nowadays, various "modern dresses" lined with rune interlayers and magic threads are becoming popular Quickly replacing the sullen and inconvenient mage robes of old, they have the same spell-assist effect and modern good looks - but for registrars who have been dealing with adventurers a lot these days, this looks old-fashioned. It is still uncommon, their practicality and durability have been tested, and for adventurers, they are more accustomed to using the equipment they are used to, rather than rashly entrusting their lives to "fashionable gadgets".

But adventurers of this age are not so common.

There was a hint of doubt in my heart, but the girl behind the registration window immediately cheered up, and showed a formulaic smile after the old mage approached: "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Register to be an adventurer going to Tarrond," said the old mage, with a very easy-going attitude, not like those old traditional mages with a sense of arrogance that has been accumulated for a lifetime. The Extreme North Exploration Group, right?"

"You want to register as..." The girl was stunned for a moment, and the eyes under the short red hair couldn't help but glance at the old mage twice, "Are you sure you want to register as an adventurer? If you want to participate in the investigation and sightseeing group as a scholar You can go next door..."

"It's an adventurer, I'm not too confused," the old mage waved his hand, and then looked suspiciously at the "Notes for Adventurers" hanging next to the registration window, "Why? Is there a problem? Could it be that you still limit The upper age limit for registration? I read the promotional materials carefully when I came here, there should be no restrictions on it..."

"This...we do not limit the upper limit of age." The girl was a little dazed, subconsciously said, and at the same time, she suddenly felt that this kind of regulation that does not limit the upper limit of registration age seems to be a loophole—but then again, under normal circumstances Will there really be adventurers who are already in their seventies and eighties and still come out to pick up the mission? !

"It's easy to say if there is no limit," the old mage didn't know what the young girl was muttering in his heart. With a happy look on his face, he put his hand in front of the window, "give me a registration form, little girl."

"This...Okay," the girl nodded dizzily, reached out to take a blank form from the side, and began to explain as if with professional inertia, "Please fill in your age, place of birth, occupation, and adventure time here. And whether there is a team relationship, sign your surname and first name here, and finally trace this rune here to leave your mark..."

"Okay, okay, I know, this set is actually not much different from the previous adventurer's guild."

The old mage waved his hand impatiently without waiting for the girl to finish speaking, picked up the form, glanced at it quickly, and took the pen in front of the window to fill it out, but soon he frowned, and the tip of the pen slid across the paper. He muttered: "The age here... I can't even remember, and I don't remember the place of birth, but the occupation is no problem, adventure time? Can you fill in a few centuries..."

The girl behind the window couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth trembling while listening to the old mage's muttering. She couldn't help but began to suspect that the old man in front of her was not actually an adventurer who came to register, but ran away from home because of dementia. Just now you were receiving them seriously—maybe it would be more appropriate to call security at this time?

"If you don't even remember, then leave it alone," the girl said while thinking about calling the security guard, following the old man's words. This was to take care of the other party's emotions and prevent the poor old man from getting agitated." You should know how to fill in the last name, right?"

The girl's idea is quite simple: if there is an accurate name, it may also help the old man find his family.

Hearing what the registrar said, the old mage frowned slightly, thought about it seriously, and wrote while muttering: "I really can't remember my last name, although I'm sure I should have a last name, first name ... Well, Modil, signed, is that all right?"

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