Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

Sir, you talk a bit too much... This may be why the ticketing company hired you as a guard... Klein did not answer the other party's topic and smiled:

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

The guard's expression suddenly became complicated.

He pinched his nose and said:

"That is a popular food on the east coast of Fusac, the Gargas Islands and other places. It is wolf fish pickled in salt, but it retains the blood and smell. The smell is very, very, very pungent, smelly and disgusting!"

It turns out to be a kind of dark cuisine...

Klein laughed and said:

"But I don't think anyone would go out of their way to eat a can while waiting in line to buy a ticket, right?"

"No, you don't understand that feeling. Maybe one day you can feel it." The guard looked frightened. "There once was a barbarian from the north who came here to buy tickets, but there were already many people queuing up in front of him, filling the hall. It was like a barrel full of fish. He was very anxious, so he opened the can of wolf fish. Within ten seconds, he and a few guys were the only ones left in the whole hall. "

This, this is a biological weapon...

The regular version of the "Biotoxin Bottle"...

Klein said with a smile:

"In the end, he successfully bought the ticket, but there are new things to pay attention to?"

"The result was not as he expected. The lady and gentleman in charge of selling tickets also escaped. Haha, you know, the brains of barbarians are worse than curly baboons!" the guard said with a smile, "I am still a sailor. Yes, there was a rumor at sea that a group of pirates took control of a ship from Louth Merchant ship, ah, it was a city on the east coast of Fusac. In short, the pirates eagerly opened their trophies. Who knew they were wooden barrels filled with pickled wolf fish? As a result, can you imagine the result? ?They fainted, vomited, lost their fighting ability, and became a bounty for the crew."

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

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

As a professional, he had divined in advance the suitable dates for sailing this week, one on the 5th and the other on the 8th. Among the passenger ships heading to the Rhoside Islands on the 5th, the ones that fit him best were the Saint-Furian and the White Agate. Number.

There are still tickets available, and the prices are about the same, third class is 4 pounds, second class is 10 pounds, first class is 35 pounds...

People who make a living from the sea will more or less believe in the "Lord of Storms". Even in countries such as Intis and Fusac, there are fishermen and sailors who secretly believe in this impermissible god in order to go to sea smoothly... …

The name St. Florian comes from the saints of the Church of Storms. It has a certain background...

Klein thought about it carefully and was inclined to choose the White Agate.

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

"Do you know what's going on with the White Onyx?"

The guard suddenly smiled:

"Sir, you have a good vision. The White Onyx is a steam ship, but it retains sails and can reach a maximum speed of 16 knots."

"And the captain is very experienced. He was once the boatswain of the Royal Navy William V. No, it should be the Royal Navy. The king has always claimed that he has obtained the title of Emperor of Balam. Oh, in the Royal Navy, no matter how outstanding ordinary people are, No matter how good you are, you can only become a boatswain and cannot serve as an officer, unless, unless you can satisfy your commander, no matter how, in any way, you can be recommended to go to Pulitzer Naval Academy and become a reserve force! officer!"

"That's how Ireland was forced to leave the navy, join the White Onyx, and gradually become the captain."

"I suggest you choose first class. That way you will have a room to sleep three or four servants, waiters who have received etiquette lessons, a designated chef with excellent skills, a quiet restaurant with a view, and a place to smoke cigars. There is a special room where you can get together and play cards..."

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Go back to a few days ago.

"Why, Elna White, what are you doing to come to me?"

Audrey, who was wearing a mask, was stroking the spiritual creature Listening, and curiously asked Elna White opposite.

"I'm going to find Ince Zangwill and borrow 0-08 from him."

"Okay, I'll go with you. Audrey got up and went out with Ince Zangwill."

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

Noticing his expression, the guard smiled and said:

"Ellan used to be my boss. He would often buy me drinks and ask me to help him sell first-class cabins. But you can rest assured that everything I say is true!"

This is not a question of authenticity, this is a question of money... Klein silently muttered to himself.

He had already made up his mind and asked again after careful consideration:

"Sir, what advice would you give to a sea adventurer?"

In order to fit the identity of German Sparrow, Klein had previously fine-tuned his image to make himself appear more cold and sharp.

"Adventurer?" The guard raised his voice unconsciously.

Many people in the queue waiting for tickets turned their heads when they heard the sound and turned their attention to Klein.

Based on 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 straight figure, and light blue eyes that looked like he had experienced many things.

An adventurer too? Klein and the man made eye contact and then looked away.

At this time, the guard forced a smile and said:

"Sorry, I was a little too radical about the term adventurer. In my impression, it is equivalent to desperadoes, sea villains, 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!

"Unless you are from the navy and the church, don't go against pirates!"

"Uh... Don't be confused by the enthusiasm of the girls on the island. They are either pirates or want you to take them to Pritz or Backlund. This is not entirely their problem. Many sailors, crew members, and passengers, in order to deceive their bodies, portrayed them to very tempting metropolises and extremely beautiful lives, and then kicked them off their beds and abandoned them in their original places. "

What a bunch of bad people... In this era, people who make a living on the sea are not too kind... Is the order on the sea so bad? Pirates are so rampant? Klein nodded and said:

"Thank you, I know what to do."

After saying this, he walked to the team with the least number of people.

The guard shouted behind him:

"Also, the legend of treasure on the sea is 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, and thought it tasted pretty good, but if he kept eating like this, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

When the time approached 8 o'clock, he entered the gray fog, holding the badge from Lanevus in one hand and writing the corresponding sentence with the other hand:

"The situation of this party. "

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

He had reason to believe that when the party door was "opened", he, with the positioning badge, could use this medium to divine certain things above the gray fog!

The previous failure was because nothing had appeared yet, 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, the wide river valley on both sides, and more than a dozen people in different locations, shrouded in thin light, or disappeared on the spot in a blurry or illusory way.

One of them had black hair and green eyes, and looked good. He seemed to be an acquaintance of Klein.

Leonard Mitchell!