This, this question is not sharp enough, unlike Arrods' usual style... Ikanser suddenly felt that the blood words on the mirror lacked the usual sense of horror, not bloody enough, and seemed weak.

He didn't care to think about why, and immediately answered: "I know!"

"Congratulations, you got it right." New words appeared on the surface of the silver mirror, and the color turned white.

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January 5, 9:00 am.

With a gray scarf wrapped around his neck, Klein arrived at Rose Pier with his suitcase and walking stick.

The White Agate is moored there. Compared to humans, it is extremely large, and it is said that it can carry hundreds of passengers.

It has strong characteristics belonging to this era. The chimneys and sails stand side by side, and there are 12 cannons on both sides of the ship and corresponding gun positions-this is a must for guarding against pirates and colleagues.

Under the arrangement of the captain, Irlan Kager, the selected strong sailors and crew lined up at the port of the gangway, and some even deliberately exposed legal revolvers, rifles and sabers.

This gave the guests who boarded the ship a lot of sense of security, and no longer feared the next nine-day journey.

Klein stood below, looked up, and walked up the hanging ladder in the undulating blue water.

The journey has begun... As he walked, he sighed silently.

As soon as he stepped on the deck, and before he had time to enter the cabin, Klein saw a figure passing through the crowd from the corner of his eye and walking towards him.

He looked casually on the surface, but secretly looked over vigilantly, and found that it was a man in his thirties wearing a half-height black top hat and a long trench coat of the same color.

The other party has a face polished by wind and frost, rough but extremely masculine, and the light blue eyes are not smiling, as if many past events have been precipitated.

Looks familiar... By the way, the guy I met at the ticketing company yesterday seems to be an adventurer too... He was wearing a windbreaker at sea in January, and he is very strong... Klein mentioned it with ease. The cane tilted down slightly, and said with a smile: "Good morning, we meet again."

He was like greeting an old friend.

The rough man was not surprised, stopped, nodded slightly restrained and said: "Crivius, the former adventurer.

"Dude, are you a colleague?"

"I thought you knew about it yesterday, Gehrman Sparrow." Klein responded with a smile.

He did not hand over his cane to his left palm because he did not intend to shake hands.

"It can be seen." Cleves was silent for two seconds. "Adventurer is not a good job. I have changed careers and become a bodyguard. This time, I am going to the capital of Rorsted Islands with my employer's family."

He half turned around and pointed to another spot on the nail plate.

Klein looked around and saw nearly ten people gathered together. The leader was a middle-aged and fat gentleman with ruddy cheeks and bright eyes. On the double-breasted frock coat, he could see the gold chain of the pocket watch and the jewelry inlaid with jewels. collar pin.

Beside him was a lady wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, her face was completely covered by the hanging dark blue veil, and her figure was still in good shape.

In front of the two stood two children, one big and one small. The youngest was a boy, less than 10 years old, wearing a children's version of a tuxedo formal suit. The older one was fifteen or sixteen years old. She was a vigorous girl, and she was not particularly outstanding in appearance. , but a pair of brown eyes are quite smart, and the light freckles and fluffy pleated skirt add a bit of playfulness to her.

Surrounding them were three people carrying suitcases and carrying various items. One man and two women were all dressed as servants. One of the maids had a brown complexion and was obviously of the Southern Continent race.

Protecting the above seven people is a man and a woman, dressed simply and smartly in white shirts, light sweaters, black overcoats, dark trousers and sturdy leather boots.

The two bodyguards did not specifically cover up the marks made by the gun bags around their waists, and unrelentingly examined the pedestrians coming and going, with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor.

"Three servants, three bodyguards?" Klein asked casually. JrNovels.com