The lobby of the Pritz Harbor Ticketing Company was rather spacious. There were a total of seven ticket windows, but in front of each window, there were more than ten to twenty people.
Klein took a glance and didn't go straight to the line with the smaller number of people. Instead, he took two steps to the right and came in front of a brown wooden board that was erected vertically.
On the wooden board was a continuous piece of white paper. It announced all the passenger ship information for the past week, including their destinations, ports, and the prices of different cabins.
Before Klein could take a closer look, a staff member came over and drew a red circle on a row for the second-class cabins, marking a single word:
"Sold out."
"Very popular …" Klein sighed softly.
"Of course, Pritz Harbor is the kingdom's largest harbor. Countless people pass through here to the Southern Continent and the colonial islands in search of opportunities," a middle-aged man standing beside the wooden board replied in a slightly exaggerated manner.
He was wearing a black bonnet and a black-and-white checkered police uniform, but he didn't have any epaulets. All he had was a seagull badge hanging on his chest — the same logo as the Pritz Harbor Ticketing Company.
The middle-aged man's face, hands, and all the skin that was exposed to the air were bronze in color and rather rough, as if he had been exposed to the sea breeze and the scorching sun all year round. As a result, he gave off the feeling that salt had seeped into his wrinkles.
Find the guards in the lobby if there's a dispute … This should be a guard … Klein recalled the precautions at the door and didn't mind the other party taking the initiative to strike up a conversation.
He smiled and said, "You seem to know this harbor very well?"
Upon hearing this question, the middle-aged man replied rather smugly, "I was once a sailor of the kingdom's navy.
"I was once a sailor of the kingdom's navy. Their main base was at Pritz Harbor's Oak Island. I served for fifteen years and spent a long period of time at sea. If it wasn't for the war in East Balam that destroyed my health, I could have been a sailor for another ten years! I know this harbor like I know my wife's body! "
A little cultured, but also a little vulgar … Klein had the intention of gathering information at sea to begin with, so he casually chatted.
"After retiring, you became a guard here?"
"No, I was shoved into a night school for two years. I was a student and a janitor. Oh Lord of the Storm, can you imagine the scene of a man my age reading aloud with a bunch of teenagers? Also, they recognize and remember words faster than I do! "The guard showed an expression that he could not bear to look back.
As he spoke, he patted his thigh and sighed.
"It's a pity that my knees can't take it when it's cold and humid. Otherwise, I'd be a part-time school teacher. Those kids make you feel younger, but I don't deny that I'm doing it to earn more money. When you have a wife and four kids, you have to realize that you have to support your family."
Sir, you talk a little too much … Perhaps this is the reason why the ticketing company hired you as a guard … Klein didn't continue the conversation.
"I just looked at the notice at the door and found that canned wolf-fish is not allowed here. Frankly, I've never heard of such a thing."
The guard's expression suddenly became complicated.
He pinched his nose and said,
"That's a food popular on the east coast of Feysac, the Gargas Archipelago, and other places. It's a wolf-fish marinated in salt, but it retains blood. The smell … the smell is very, very, very pungent. It's smelly and disgusting!"
So it's a dark cuisine … Klein laughed.
"But I don't think anyone would deliberately eat canned food while waiting in line to buy a ticket, right?"
"No, you don't understand that feeling. Maybe one day you will." "There was once a barbarian from the north who came here to buy a ticket, but there were already so many people in front of him that the hall looked like a barrel full of fish. He was very anxious, so he opened the can of wolf-fish, and in less than ten seconds, there were only him and a few people left in the hall."
Th-this is a biological weapon … An ordinary version of the Biological Poison Bottle … Klein said in amusement,
"In the end, he successfully bought the ticket, and there were new things to take note of outside?"
"In the end, it wasn't as he expected. The lady and gentleman in charge of selling the tickets also escaped. Heh heh, as you know, the brains of barbarians are worse than curly-haired baboons!" The guard clicked his tongue and said, "When I was still a sailor, there was a rumor at sea that a group of pirates had taken control of a merchant ship from Lawrence. Ah, it's a city on the east coast of Feysac. In short, those pirates eagerly opened their spoils of war, but who knew that they were wooden barrels filled with salted wolf-fish. Can you imagine the outcome? They fainted, vomited, and lost the ability to fight. They became the crew's bounty. "
"Not a bad story." Klein held back his laughter.
He cast his gaze back to the paper on the wooden board and searched for information on the 5th of January.
As a professional, he had previously divined the most suitable date to set sail during the week. One was the 5th, and the other was the 8th. And among the passenger ships heading to the Rorsted Archipelago on the 5th, the most suitable ones for him were the San Forian and the White Agate.
There are still tickets available, and the prices are about the same. Third-class cabin is 4 pounds, second-class cabin is 10 pounds, and first-class cabin is 35 pounds … People who rely on the sea for a living will more or less believe in the Lord of Storms. Even in countries like Intis and Feysac, there are fishermen and sailors who secretly believe in this forbidden deity in order to sail smoothly … The name San Forian sounds like it comes from the saint of the Church of the Storm. It has a certain background … Klein thought carefully and was inclined to choose the White Agate.
He wasn't in a hurry to make a decision as he turned to look at the guard.
"Do you know the situation with the White Agate?"
The guard immediately smiled.
"Sir, you have a good eye. The White Agate is a steam-powered ship, but it retains its sails. It can reach a maximum speed of 16 knots.
"Furthermore, the captain is very experienced. He was once the boatswain of the Royal Navy's William V. No, it should be the Royal Navy. The King has always claimed that he received the title of Emperor of Balam. Heh, in the Royal Navy, no matter how outstanding or outstanding an ordinary person is, they can at most become a boatswain. They can't be an officer, unless … unless you can satisfy your commanding officer, no matter what method you use! Only then will you be recommended to Pritz Naval College and become a reserve officer!
"This was how Erland was forced to leave the navy and join the White Agate, becoming a captain step by step.
"I suggest you choose a first-class cabin. That way, you will have a room for three to four servants. There will be attendants who have received etiquette lessons, designated chefs with outstanding skills, a quiet restaurant where you can enjoy the scenery, a special room for smoking cigars, and a place to gather and play cards …"
Seeing how detailed the guard was, Klein couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Noticing his expression, the guard smiled sheepishly.
"Erland used to be my superior. He would often treat me to drinks and get me to help him promote first-class cabins. But don't worry, every word I say is true!"
This isn't a question of whether it's true or not. It's a question of money … Klein silently muttered to himself.
He had already made up his mind and asked after some deliberation,
After some deliberation, he asked, "Sir, what advice do you have for a maritime adventurer?"
In order to match his identity as German Sparrow, Klein had previously adjusted his image to make himself appear colder and sharper.
"Adventurer?" The guard subconsciously raised his voice.
In the queue for tickets, many people turned their heads when they heard the voice and cast their gazes at Klein.
Based on his spiritual intuition, Klein instinctively traced a line of sight.
He saw a man in his thirties wearing a black top hat. He had a boorish face, weather-beaten lines, a muscular but not tall figure, and light-blue eyes that seemed to have experienced many things.
He's also an adventurer? Klein and the man's eyes met for a moment before they looked away.
At this moment, the guard squeezed out a smile.
"Sorry, the term adventurer is a little extreme. In my impression, it's equivalent to a fugitive, a villain of the sea, and a person who goes against their oaths. No, I'm not talking about you.
"Sincere advice? I, uh, you have to remember three things.
"First, don't provoke pirates. Second, don't provoke pirates. Third, don't provoke pirates!
"Unless you're a member of the navy or the Church, don't go against pirates!"
"Uh … Don't be fooled by the enthusiasm of the girls on the island. They're either part of the pirates or want you to bring them to Pritz or Baekeland. This isn't entirely their problem. Many sailors, crew members, and passengers, in order to deceive their bodies, describe to them a very alluring metropolis and an abnormally beautiful life. Then, they kick them out of their beds and abandon them where they originally were."
What a bunch of vile people … In this era, people who make a living at sea can't be too kind … Is the order at sea that bad? Are pirates that savage? Klein nodded.
"Thank you, I know what to do."
After saying this, he walked towards the line with the least number of people.
The guard shouted from behind him, "Don't worry.
"Also, the legends of treasures on the sea are basically fake!"
…
After buying a second-class ticket for the White Agate, Klein returned to the hotel and patiently waited for the night to come.
During this process, he enjoyed the most famous fried fish in Pritz Harbor. He felt that the taste wasn't bad, but he definitely wouldn't be able to take it if he kept eating like this.
When it was almost eight o 'clock, he went above the gray fog, holding the badge from Lanevus in one hand and writing the corresponding sentence with the other.
"The situation of this gathering."
Tick tock, tick tock. When the needle of the pocket watch reached the predetermined eight o 'clock, he closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and began reciting the divination statement.
He had reason to believe that when the door to the gathering "opened," he, who had the positioning badge, would be able to use this medium above the gray fog to divine something!
The previous failure was because nothing had yet to appear, but it was different this time. Something was happening, and Klein had a sufficiently accurate medium!
Soon, Klein entered the gray World of Dreams.
He saw the quietly surging Tussock River and the wide river valley on both sides. He saw more than a dozen people in different positions, shrouded in a thin light, disappearing in a blur or illusory manner.
One of them had black hair and green eyes. He was quite good-looking, and he was obviously an acquaintance of Klein.
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