Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels

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

"I just looked at the notices at the door and found that cans of wolf fish are 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 popular food on the east coast of Feysac, the Gargas Islands and other places. It's a salt-cured wolf fish, but it retains blood and smells. The smell is very, very, very irritating, stinky and disgusting!"

It turned out to be a dark dish...

Klein laughed and said:

"But I don't think anyone goes out of their way to eat canned food while queuing up to buy a ticket?"

"No, you don't understand that feeling, maybe one day you can feel it." The guard looked scared, "There used to be a barbarian from the north who came here to buy tickets, but there were already a lot of people in front, blocking the hall. It was like a wooden barrel full of fish, he was in a hurry, so he opened the can of wolf fish, and within ten seconds, only him and a few guys were left in the hall."

This, this is a biological weapon...

Regular version of "Biotoxin Bottle"...

Klein said with a smile:

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

"It didn't turn out as he expected. The lady and the gentleman in charge of ticket sales also escaped. Hehe, you know, the brain of a barbarian is worse than that of a curly baboon!" Yes, there was a rumor at sea that a group of pirates took control of a merchant ship from Louth, ah, it was a city on the east coast of Feysac, in short, those pirates eagerly opened their loot, who knew it was Wooden barrels full of pickled wolffish, and the result, can you imagine the result? They fainted, vomited, lost their combat effectiveness, and became the bounty for the crew."

"Nice story." Klein restrained himself from laughing.

He turned his gaze back to the paper on the board, looking for the ship's information on January 5th.

As a professional, he had foretold the suitable sailing dates in this week beforehand. One was No. 5 and the other was No. 8. In the passenger ship on No. 5 to the Rhosid Islands, the most suitable ones for him were the St. Ferran and White Onyx. No.

There are still tickets, and the prices are similar, 4 pounds for third class, 10 pounds for second class, and 35 pounds for first class...

People who depend on the sea for a living will more or less believe in the "Lord of the Storm". Even in Intis, Feysac and other countries, there are fishermen and crew members who quietly believe in this forbidden **** in order to go to sea smoothly... …

The name St. Ferran comes from the saint of the Church of the Storm, and has a certain background...

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

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

"Do you know what happened to the White Onyx?"

The guard suddenly smiled:

"Sir, your vision is good. 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 used to be the captain of the Royal Navy's William V. No, it should be the Royal Navy. The king has always claimed that he has won the title of Emperor Balam. Oh, in the Royal Navy, no matter how good ordinary people are, No matter how good you are, you can at most become a bosun, not an officer, unless, unless you can satisfy your captain, no matter what way, any way! Only in this way can you be recommended to the Pritz Naval Academy and become a reservist officer!"

"That's how Elland was forced to leave the Navy, join the White Onyx, and become captain step by step."

"I suggest you go in first class, then you'll have room for three or four servants, waiters who have taken etiquette lessons, a designated chef with great skill, a quiet restaurant with a view, and a cigar smoking There is a special room where you can get together and play cards..."

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Back in time a few days ago.

"Why, Elna White, what are you doing here with me?"

Audrey, who was wearing a mask, touched the spirit world creature and listened carefully, and asked Elna White, who was opposite, curiously.

"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 say so in detail, Klein couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Noticing his expression, the guard smirked and said:

"Irland used to be my boss. He often invited me to drink and let me help him sell first-class cabins, but you can rest assured that everything I said is true!"

This isn't a real issue, it's a money issue... Klein muttered to himself silently.

Having already made up his mind, he asked again:

"Sir, what advice do you have for a sea adventurer?"

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

"Adventurer?" The guard raised his voice unconsciously.

In the queue waiting for tickets, many people turned their heads and turned their attention to Klein.

According to spiritual intuition, Klein instinctively followed a line of sight to look over.

He saw a man in his thirties wearing a black top hat. The other party had a rough face, lines stained with wind and frost, a strong but not upright figure, and light blue eyes that looked like he had experienced many things.

Also an adventurer? Klein and the man's eyes met slightly, and then moved away from each other.

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

"Sorry, I'm a little too aggressive with the term adventurer, in my mind, it's equivalent to outlaws, sea villains, and oathbreakers, no, I'm not talking about you.

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

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

"Don't fight pirates unless you're from the Navy and the Church!"

"Uh... don't be fooled by the enthusiasm of those girls on the island, they are either pirates or want you to take them to Pritz, to Backlund, it's not entirely their problem, many sailors, crew and Passengers, in order to deceive their bodies, painted them a very attractive metropolis and a very good life ~www.readwn.com~ and then kicked them off their beds and left them in the same place."

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

"Thanks, I understand what to do."

After saying this, he walked to the line with the smallest number of people.

The guard shouted after him:

"Also, the legends of treasures at sea are basically fake!"

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After buying a second-class ticket for the White Onyx, Klein returned to the hotel and patiently waited for the night to come.

During this process, he ate the most famous fried fish in Pulitzer Harbor. He felt that the taste was not bad, but if he kept eating like this, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

When the time approached 8:00, he entered above the gray fog, holding the badge from Lanvus in one hand, and wrote the corresponding sentence in the other:

"The situation of this party."

Tick, tick, and when the hands 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 repeat the divination sentences.

He has reason to believe that when the door to the party is "opened", he, who has a positioning badge, can use this medium to divine certain things above the gray fog!

The previous failure was because nothing had appeared, this time is different, things are happening, and Klein has a sufficiently accurate medium!

Soon, Klein entered the gray dream world.

He saw the quietly rushing Tussock River, saw the wide river valley sandwiched on both sides, and saw a dozen people in different positions, shrouded in thin rays of light, or vaguely or illusoryly disappearing in place.

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

Leonard Mitchell!