Chapter 63 A Night Without Abnormalities

Shaking, the passenger ship passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.

A small port was then seen through the gloomy rain curtain, into the eyes of the captain, sailors and passengers.

Not long after, a man in his thirties wearing a blue uniform, holding a black umbrella and holding a glass lantern appeared on the pier, and instructed the passenger ship to complete the docking with not too standard movements.

"Hey guys, where are you from?" the man shouted with his mouth open as he watched the gangway go down.

After most of his voice was swallowed up by the wind and rain, he successfully reached the interior of the passenger ship and got into Alfred's ears.

"Do you know where this is?" Alfred glanced cautiously at his adjutant and squire.

He didn't wear a general's dress, he wore a black trench coat commonly seen in Backlund, his splendid blond hair hung down at will, and his blue eyes were like deep lakes in the forest.

The adjutant with neatly combed hair first shook his head, expressing that he did not know, and then explained:

"The previous storm had disoriented me."

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

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

"Which port is this?"

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

"You wait a minute."

He then turned around, holding an umbrella and a lantern, and ran towards the buildings near the pier.

Such a reaction was somewhat unexpected by passengers such as Alfred, but it was not surprising to experienced captains, chief mates, and others-they had encountered too many very many ports on the Furious Sea Channel. regulated events. This makes them quite patiently waiting for the follow-up development.

That is, five or six minutes later, the man led a girl and ran over in small steps.

The girl had no umbrella, and was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with Donningsman sap.

After the two approached the passenger ship, they walked up the gangway step by step to the deck under the watchful eyes of the sailors with guns.

At this distance,

Most of the passengers could see the appearance of the two people clearly.

The man had brown hair, brown eyes, and rough skin. At first glance, he looked like a low-level person who had been ravaged by wind and rain. The woman was in her twenties, with lake-green eyes and long flaxen hair. On her face, she added a feeling of purity and charm.

This is a pretty woman with a wild temperament.

"Everyone, this is Utopia Port." The man introduced impatiently, "My name is Theodore, I'm the port, temporary commander."

As he spoke, he laughed, seemingly happy that he had invented such a powerful-sounding position.

Of course, the captain knew what the so-called "interim commander of the port" meant, and he didn't pay any attention to the sudden joy of such a small person.

He frowned slightly and said:

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

Theodore glanced at him and said:

"I've heard that phrase many times.

"Oh, if it weren't for the storm that should be kicked by a donkey, you might never come here in your life!"

Before he could say more, the lady said first:

"Utopia is not on the safe waterway. Usually, only if you understand this sea area and know the ships here will come over to supply."

Meaning, the main users of this port are pirates? How could the captain not hear the unspoken meaning, and at this time, tacitly not revealing is the protection of both parties.

He said "um":

"You are?"

"My name is Tracy." The girl put on a smile, "The owner of the port hotel is also the front desk and waiter."

She looked around and said:

"The storm is strong and the boat is going to be bumpy, and it's not a wise choice to stay here. The hotel will provide you with a firm bed, enough hot water, clean food, a warm blanket, and a place to remind you of your own home. environment, only 10p for 1 night, I mean 1 room.

"In addition to these, you can also drink heavily at the bar next to you and enjoy the warm hospitality."

Obviously, this girl is here to solicit business.

The captain was quite vigilant and 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 the captain, I'll stay here with my crew."

Tracy kept a smile and said:

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

She seemed to be educated, not as hot and saucy as the girls the crew encountered in other ports, full of swearing.

Tracy turned her body halfway, and when she was about to return, Theodore approached her and said with a sullen face:

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

While speaking, his right hand touched Tracy's buttocks and pinched it hard.

Snapped!

Tracy opened his hand and cursed loudly:

"You bastard who deserves to be fucked by a donkey!"

She took a few quick steps and left the passenger ship along the gangway.

Theodore shook his palms and cursed with a bigger smile:

"What a bitch!"

This scene made many passengers in the cabin suddenly feel heartbroken.

For them, the biggest flaw on the ship is boredom, and there are bars in the port.

This means that you can meet cheap street girls, which are different from the North Continent and the South Continent, and have local characteristics.

If you are lucky, or are willing to spend a lot of money, there may be someone among them who can sleep with the wild beauty just now!

In an instant, many passengers packed their luggage and went 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 knowledge here and have to be careful. Staying on board is the best option."

The adjutant had no objection to this, but asked a little worriedly:

"What about those who have disembarked?"

"That's their own choice." Alfred looked out the window with no expression and said, "If there is an accident, we can only protect more people, unless the matter is not serious and can be easily resolved."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the adjutants and squires:

"Take turns to keep vigils tonight to prevent accidents."

Alfred, who has dealt with organizations such as the Spiritual Religion and the Rose School in the Southern Continent, has an instinctive vigilance against unfamiliar places.

After exchanging opinions with the captain, Alfred lay down on the bed and listened to the gust of wind beating against the glass windows and the torrential rain that crashed against the deck, quite calmly preparing to fall asleep.

At this moment, he heard a gentle and sad melody coming from the direction of the port.

It seems to come from the flute, which breaks off and on in the storm, like a man whimpering.

Alfred was immersed in such an environment of music, as if he had returned to Backlund, who always appeared in his dreams, and returned to a different emotion intertwined with childhood happiness and youthful troubles.

He shook his head violently, getting rid of this feeling, and found that it was not from the influence of the spirit, but just the reaction of a normal person.

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

Those guests who are not disembarking, their goals are very clear, and they will not be in the mood to play such a melody... The original passengers in Utopia Port, or the boss and waiter named Tracy? If it's her, this is a lady with a story... Alfred sighed with emotion, looked away, and stopped paying attention.

He was curious, but he didn't have the idea of ​​disembarking because of this.

Soon, the sound of the flute stopped, and the port hotel returned to silence without any accident.

In this way, minutes passed by, and as the storm ceased, the sky gradually became brighter.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the disembarking passengers returned one after another, each of them vain and haggard.

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

"The chick here seems to be very nice!"

The passengers shook their heads almost at the same time, with expressions of regret.

One of them rubbed his forehead and said:

"The Lie Langqi here is very good. It's cheaper than other places. I accidentally drank too much and fell asleep. I don't know if something happened with that cute person. Hey, I'll drive as soon as I wake up. The boat is gone, I can't remember what I did when I was drunk, praise the goddess, she put me back in bed instead of sleeping in the rain."

Other passengers chimed in, saying their experiences were similar.

Of course, everyone is different in the details, for example, one passenger praised the desserts in the breakfast at the cheap hotel as pretty good.

The sailors regret not being able to drink the cheap and good Lie Langqi, and they all started to make fun of the passengers:

"Maybe it's not the chick here who spends the night with you, but a big guy like Theodore. Anyway, you're all so drunk that you can't know what happened!"

"Haha, rub your ass well!"

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

After they passed through a slightly dark sea area and returned to the familiar safe channel, Alfred completely relaxed, smiled and said to his adjutant and squire:

"This place can be marked on our map. It's good to write spirits and desserts. Well, girls also have their own characteristics."

After sailing for a few more days, the passenger ship finally arrived at the port of Eskosen in the Gulf of Duxi along a safe and winding channel.

Alfred, adhering to his noble demeanor and his blood-melting social instincts, visited the high-level officials of the nearby military base and shared a wonderful dinner with them.

When he returned to a vacation villa where his father was here, he unexpectedly found that the squire who had been sent by him to look for information was a little pale.

"What's wrong?" Alfred put away his sloppy feeling.

The squire suppressed his voice and said:

"General, all the official maps of the kingdom are not marked Utopia Port."

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