Chapter 8 Advice From a Former Sailor

The lobby of "Pritz Harbor Ticketing Company" is quite spacious, with a total of seven ticket windows, but there are already a dozen or twenty people lined up in front of each window.

Klein glanced at it, and instead of going directly to the column with relatively few people, he took two steps to the right and came to a straight brown wooden board.

A continuous sheet of white paper was pasted on the wooden board, announcing all the passenger ship information in the past week, including the destination, the ports it passed through, and the prices of different classes of accommodation.

Before Klein could take a closer look, a staff member came over, drew a red circle on one of the lines for the second-class cabin, and marked a word:

"Sold out."

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

"Of course, Pulitzer Harbor is the largest port in the kingdom. Countless people go to the southern continent and those colonial islands to find opportunities through here." A middle-aged man standing next to the wooden board responded a little pompously.

He wore a black bonnet and black and white checkered police uniform, but no epaulets, only a seagull badge on his chest—this was exactly the same as the logo of the "Pulitz Harbor Ticketing Company".

The middle-aged man's face, hands, and all exposed skin are bronze-colored and rather rough, as if they have been exposed to the sea breeze and the sun for many years, so that it gives people the feeling that salt grains have penetrated into wrinkles .

If there is a dispute, find the guard in the hall... This should be the guard... Klein remembered the precautions at the door, and didn't mind the other party taking the initiative to talk, and said with a smile:

"You seem to know this port well?"

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

"I used to be a sailor in the Royal Navy. Their main base is Oak Island in Pritz Harbor. I served for 15 years and spent a long time at sea here. If it wasn't for the war in East Balam that destroyed me I can be a sailor for another 10 years! I know this port as well as I know my wife's body!"

A bit cultured, and a bit vulgar... Klein originally wanted to inquire about news from the sea, so he chatted casually:

"After retiring, you came here to be a guard?"

"No, I was crammed into a night school for two full years, being a student and a janitor, and on a storm, you can imagine a guy my age reading aloud with a bunch of teens and teens Is it? And they recognize and remember words faster than me!" The guard showed a look of unbearable expression.

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

"Unfortunately, my knees can't take it when it's wet and cold, otherwise I would be working part-time as an evening school teacher, those kids make you feel younger, but I don't deny that I am doing it to make more money , when you have a wife and four kids, you have to realize that you have to support the family."

Sir, you talk too much... Maybe that's why the ticket company hired you as a guard... Klein didn't answer the other party's topic, and smiled and said:

"I just read the precautions at the door and found that canned wolf fish is not allowed here. Frankly speaking, I have never heard of such a thing."

The guard's expression suddenly became complicated.

He pinched his nose and said:

"It's a food that is popular in places such as the east coast of Fusac and the Gargas Islands. It is a wolf fish cured in salt, but it retains blood, smell, and the smell is very, very, very irritating, smelly and disgusting!"

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

"But I don't think anyone would go out of their way to eat canned food while queuing for tickets?"

"No, you don't understand that feeling, maybe one day you will understand it." The guard had a frightened expression on his face, "There was a barbarian from the north who came here to buy tickets, but there were already many people in line in front, blocking the hall. It was like a wooden barrel full of fish, he was very anxious, so he opened the can of wolf fish, and in less than ten seconds, only he and a few guys were left in the whole hall."

This, this is a biochemical weapon... the normal version of the "biotoxin bottle"... Klein laughed and said:

"In the end he successfully bought the ticket, but there are new precautions outside?"

"It turned out not as he expected. The lady and gentleman in charge of ticket sales also escaped, hehe, you know, the brains of barbarians are worse than that of curly-haired baboons!" The guard laughed, "I'm still a sailor. Yes, there was such a rumor in the sea that a group of pirates took control of a merchant ship from Rolls, ah, that was a city on the east coast of Feysac, anyway, those pirates eagerly opened up their spoils, who knew that Casks full of pickled wolffish, the result, can you imagine the result? They fainted, vomited, lost their combat effectiveness, and became the bounty of the crew."

"Not bad story." Klein held back his laughter.

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

As a professional, he had predicted in advance the suitable sailing date within this week, one on the 5th and one on the 8th, and among the passenger ships heading to the Rorsted Islands on the 5th, the most suitable for him were the San Fernan and the White Agate No.

There are still tickets, and the prices are similar, 4 pounds for the third class, 10 pounds for the second class, 35 pounds for the first class... People who live by the sea will more or less believe in the "Storm Lord", In Tees, Feysac and other countries, there are also fishermen and sailors who secretly believe in this forbidden god, in order to go to sea smoothly... The name of the Saint Ferian comes from the saint of the Church of Storms, and it has a certain meaning. Background... Klein thought about it carefully, and was inclined to choose the White Agate.

He didn't rush to make a decision, and turned to look at the guard:

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

The guard suddenly smiled:

"Sir, you have a good vision, the White Agate is a steam ship, but it still has sails, and its top speed can reach 16 knots.

"And the captain has rich experience. He used to be the bosun of the Royal Navy William V. No, it should be the Royal Navy. The king has always claimed that he has won the title of Emperor Balam. Heh, in the Royal Navy, no matter how good ordinary people are, No matter how good you are, you can only become a boatswain, not an officer, unless, unless you can satisfy your commander, no matter what method, any method! Only then can you be recommended to the Pulitzer Naval Academy and become a reserve officer!

"That's how Elland was forced to leave the navy and join the White Agate, becoming the captain step by step.

"I suggest you take first class, so you'll have room to sleep three or four servants, waiters who have taken lessons in etiquette, appointed cooks who are good at their craft, quiet dining rooms with a view, and cigar smoking There is a special room for gathering together to play cards..."

Seeing the guard explain in such detail, Klein couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Noticing his expression, the guard sneered and said:

"Irland used to be my boss. He would often buy me a drink and ask me to help him sell the first-class cabin, but you can rest assured that everything I say is true!"

It's not a question of truth, it's a question of money... Klein silently muttered to himself.

He had already made a decision, and asked after deliberation:

"Sir, what advice would you give an adventurer at sea?"

In order to fit the identity of Gehrman Sparrow, Klein fine-tuned his image before to make himself appear more stern and sharp.

"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 his spiritual intuition, Klein instinctively followed a line of sight and looked over.

He saw a man in his thirties wearing a black top hat. He had a rough face, weather-stained lines, a strong but not tall figure, and light blue eyes that seemed to have experienced many things.

Also an adventurer? Klein made slight eye contact with the man, and then moved away.

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

"Sorry, I'm a bit too aggressive about the term adventurer, in my impression, it is equivalent to outlaws, sea thugs and oath breakers, no, I'm not talking about you.

"Sincere advice? I, uh, you have to remember three points.

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

"Don't fight pirates unless you're in the navy and the church!"

"Uh... don't be fooled by the enthusiasm of those girls on the island. They are either pirates, or they want you to take them to Pulitzer and Backlund. 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 a very good life, and then kicked them out of their beds and left them where they should be."

What a bunch of bad people... In this era, people who live at sea can't be too kind... Is the order at sea so bad? Pirates are so rampant? Klein nodded and said:

"Thanks, I see what to do."

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

The guard shouted behind him:

"Also, the legends about treasures in the sea are basically false!"

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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 Pritz Harbor. He thought the taste was not bad, but if he kept eating like this, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

When the time was close to 8 o'clock, he entered above the gray mist, holding the badge from Lanerus in one hand, and wrote the corresponding sentence in the other hand:

"The situation at this party."

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

He has reason to believe that when the door of the gathering is "opened", he with the positioning badge can divination certain things above the gray fog with the help of this medium!

The previous failure was because nothing had yet appeared, but this time it was different, things were happening, and Klein had a sufficiently accurate medium!

Soon, Klein entered the gray dream world.

He saw the quietly rushing Tussock River, saw the wide valley between the two sides, and saw a dozen people in different positions, shrouded in thin light, or blurred or illusory disappeared in place.

One of them has black hair and green eyes, looks good, and seems to be an acquaintance of Klein.

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