Chapter: 3100
Audrey gave a "hmm" and said, "Okay."
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As a rear admiral, Alfred did not follow the navy's fleet to Disey Bay, but boarded a steam-sail hybrid passenger ship heading for Pritz Harbor with his adjutants and followers.
After sailing for nearly two days, they were caught in a storm in the Stormy Sea.
While the ship was shaking violently, the sailors on the observation deck saw a little light with the help of binoculars.
That came from a lighthouse.
Reeling, the passenger ship passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.
Then a small port came into the eyes of the captain, sailors and passengers through the dark rain.
Not long after, a man in his thirties, wearing a blue uniform, holding a black umbrella, and holding a glass lantern, appeared on the pier, commanding the passenger ship to complete its docking with not-so-standard movements.
"Hey guys, where are you from?" the man opened his mouth and yelled as he watched the gangway go down.
After most of his voice was swallowed up by the wind and rain, he successfully reached the interior of the passenger ship and got into Alfred's ears.
"Do you know where this is?" Alfred carefully glanced at his adjutant and followers.
He didn't wear a general's uniform, but wore a black windbreaker that was common in Backlund. His brilliant blond hair hung down casually, and his blue eyes were like deep lakes in the forest.
The adjutant with neatly combed hair first shook his head, expressing that he was not clear, and then explained: "The previous storm made me lose my way."
At this time, the captain held an umbrella and came to the side of the ship, and responded to the man: "We set off in East Balam two days ago, unfortunately encountered a storm.
"Which port is this?"
The man rolled his eyes, but he didn't answer directly, and said in a loud voice, "Wait a minute."
Then he turned around, held an umbrella and a lantern, and ran towards the buildings near the pier.
This kind of reaction was somewhat beyond the expectation of Alfred and other passengers, but it was not surprising to the captain, first mate and others with rich experience in shipping�they had encountered too many very serious problems in many ports on the violent sea channel. regular events. This made them wait patiently for further developments.
That is, five or six minutes later, the man led a girl and ran over in small steps.
The girl had no umbrella and was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with Doningsman sap.
After the two approached the passenger ship, under the watchful eyes of the sailors with guns, they walked to the deck step by step along the gangway.
At this distance, most of the passengers could see their faces clearly.
The man has brown hair and brown eyes, and rough skin. At first glance, he looks like a low-level person who has been ravaged by wind and rain. The woman is in her twenties, with lake green eyes, and long flaxen hair, some of which are wet on her lap. On her face, she added a sense of purity and charm.
This is a pretty good beauty with a wild temperament.
"Everyone, this is Utopia Port." The man introduced impatiently, "My name is Theodore, and I'm the port, temporary commander."
As he spoke, he laughed, as if happy that he had invented such a powerful-sounding position.
Of course the captain knew what the so-called "temporary port commander" was referring to, and he didn't pay attention to the sudden joy of this little man.
He frowned slightly and said, "Utopia Port? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Theodore glanced at him and said, "I've heard this sentence many times. JrNovels.com
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As a rear admiral, Alfred did not follow the navy's fleet to Disey Bay, but boarded a steam-sail hybrid passenger ship heading for Pritz Harbor with his adjutants and followers.
After sailing for nearly two days, they were caught in a storm in the Stormy Sea.
While the ship was shaking violently, the sailors on the observation deck saw a little light with the help of binoculars.
That came from a lighthouse.
Reeling, the passenger ship passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.
Then a small port came into the eyes of the captain, sailors and passengers through the dark rain.
Not long after, a man in his thirties, wearing a blue uniform, holding a black umbrella, and holding a glass lantern, appeared on the pier, commanding the passenger ship to complete its docking with not-so-standard movements.
"Hey guys, where are you from?" the man opened his mouth and yelled as he watched the gangway go down.
After most of his voice was swallowed up by the wind and rain, he successfully reached the interior of the passenger ship and got into Alfred's ears.
"Do you know where this is?" Alfred carefully glanced at his adjutant and followers.
He didn't wear a general's uniform, but wore a black windbreaker that was common in Backlund. His brilliant blond hair hung down casually, and his blue eyes were like deep lakes in the forest.
The adjutant with neatly combed hair first shook his head, expressing that he was not clear, and then explained: "The previous storm made me lose my way."
At this time, the captain held an umbrella and came to the side of the ship, and responded to the man: "We set off in East Balam two days ago, unfortunately encountered a storm.
"Which port is this?"
The man rolled his eyes, but he didn't answer directly, and said in a loud voice, "Wait a minute."
Then he turned around, held an umbrella and a lantern, and ran towards the buildings near the pier.
This kind of reaction was somewhat beyond the expectation of Alfred and other passengers, but it was not surprising to the captain, first mate and others with rich experience in shipping�they had encountered too many very serious problems in many ports on the violent sea channel. regular events. This made them wait patiently for further developments.
That is, five or six minutes later, the man led a girl and ran over in small steps.
The girl had no umbrella and was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with Doningsman sap.
After the two approached the passenger ship, under the watchful eyes of the sailors with guns, they walked to the deck step by step along the gangway.
At this distance, most of the passengers could see their faces clearly.
The man has brown hair and brown eyes, and rough skin. At first glance, he looks like a low-level person who has been ravaged by wind and rain. The woman is in her twenties, with lake green eyes, and long flaxen hair, some of which are wet on her lap. On her face, she added a sense of purity and charm.
This is a pretty good beauty with a wild temperament.
"Everyone, this is Utopia Port." The man introduced impatiently, "My name is Theodore, and I'm the port, temporary commander."
As he spoke, he laughed, as if happy that he had invented such a powerful-sounding position.
Of course the captain knew what the so-called "temporary port commander" was referring to, and he didn't pay attention to the sudden joy of this little man.
He frowned slightly and said, "Utopia Port? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Theodore glanced at him and said, "I've heard this sentence many times. JrNovels.com
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