Chapter: 3102
It seemed to come from the flute, intermittently like a human whimper in a storm.
Alfred was immediately immersed in the music and the environment, as if he had returned to Backlund, who always appeared in his dreams, and returned to the different emotions intertwined with childhood happiness and youth troubles.
He shook his head violently to get rid of this feeling, and found that it was not a mental influence, but a normal person's reaction.
Alfred got out of bed, walked to the window, and used the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff" to confirm that the music he heard just now came from that cheap hotel.
Those guests who are not disembarking, their goals are very clear, and they will not be in the mood to play such a melody... The original passengers in Utopia Port, or the boss and waiter named Tracy? If it was her, this is a lady with a story... Alfred said a few words with emotion, then looked away and stopped paying attention.
He was curious, but he didn't have the idea of ??getting off the ship.
Soon, the sound of the flute stopped, and the port hotel returned to silence without any accidents.
In this way, the time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky gradually became brighter as the storm stopped.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the passengers who disembarked returned one after another, each with weak feet and haggard faces.
Seeing this, the sailors immediately laughed and said, "The chicks here seem to be pretty good!"
The passengers shook their heads almost at the same time, all showing expressions of regret.
One of them rubbed his forehead and said: "The Lie Langqi here is very good, cheaper than other places. I accidentally drank too much and fell asleep. I don't know if something happened to that lovely person. Hey , I woke up and was about to sail, I don't remember what else I did when I was drunk, praise God, He put me back in bed instead of sleeping in the rain."
Other passengers echoed, saying their experiences were similar.
Of course, everyone is different in the details. For example, a passenger praised the desserts in the cheap hotel breakfast for being quite good.
The sailors regretted not being able to drink the cheap and good Lie Langqi, and at the same time they all spoke up, teasing the passengers: "Maybe the one who will spend the night with you is not a chick here, but a big man like Theodore, anyway, you all I'm so drunk that I don't know what happened!"
"Haha, let's touch your butts!"
In the lively atmosphere, the sailors stowed the gangway, raised the sails, and let the passenger ship set sail little by little.
When they crossed a slightly dark sea area and returned to the familiar safe channel, Alfred relaxed completely, smiled and said to his adjutants and followers: "You can mark this place on our map, write Serving spirits and desserts is good, well, the girls also have their own characteristics."
After sailing for a few days, the passenger ship finally arrived at Eskosen Port in Disi Bay along the winding and safe channel.
Alfred upheld the aristocratic demeanor and the social instinct in his blood, visited the high-level officials of the nearby military base, and shared a wonderful dinner with them.
When he returned to his father's holiday villa here, he unexpectedly found that the servant he had sent to look for information looked a little pale.
"What's wrong?" Alfred put away his loose feeling at once.
The servant suppressed his voice and said: "General, all official maps of the kingdom do not mark Utopia Port."
Hearing the subordinate's words, Alfred suddenly felt that the temperature in the room plummeted.
An indescribable coolness soaked into his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.
When the passenger ship docked at the port of Utopia, he actually imagined what the worst-case scenario would be like-Utopia is the headquarters of a cult, and everyone there is a potentially dangerous lunatic.
But now, the truth could be even worse:
Utopia may not exist at all!
At this moment, Alfred was very grateful that he was not the noble young master when he left Backlund. He had already accumulated a wealth of experience, and he did not really enter Port of Utopia.
Under the watchful eyes of the adjutant and his subordinates, the major general walked back and forth a few steps with a serious expression, and calmly ordered: "Write me a telegram to report the Utopia matter to MI9. JrNovels.com
Alfred was immediately immersed in the music and the environment, as if he had returned to Backlund, who always appeared in his dreams, and returned to the different emotions intertwined with childhood happiness and youth troubles.
He shook his head violently to get rid of this feeling, and found that it was not a mental influence, but a normal person's reaction.
Alfred got out of bed, walked to the window, and used the extraordinary ability of the "sheriff" to confirm that the music he heard just now came from that cheap hotel.
Those guests who are not disembarking, their goals are very clear, and they will not be in the mood to play such a melody... The original passengers in Utopia Port, or the boss and waiter named Tracy? If it was her, this is a lady with a story... Alfred said a few words with emotion, then looked away and stopped paying attention.
He was curious, but he didn't have the idea of ??getting off the ship.
Soon, the sound of the flute stopped, and the port hotel returned to silence without any accidents.
In this way, the time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky gradually became brighter as the storm stopped.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the passengers who disembarked returned one after another, each with weak feet and haggard faces.
Seeing this, the sailors immediately laughed and said, "The chicks here seem to be pretty good!"
The passengers shook their heads almost at the same time, all showing expressions of regret.
One of them rubbed his forehead and said: "The Lie Langqi here is very good, cheaper than other places. I accidentally drank too much and fell asleep. I don't know if something happened to that lovely person. Hey , I woke up and was about to sail, I don't remember what else I did when I was drunk, praise God, He put me back in bed instead of sleeping in the rain."
Other passengers echoed, saying their experiences were similar.
Of course, everyone is different in the details. For example, a passenger praised the desserts in the cheap hotel breakfast for being quite good.
The sailors regretted not being able to drink the cheap and good Lie Langqi, and at the same time they all spoke up, teasing the passengers: "Maybe the one who will spend the night with you is not a chick here, but a big man like Theodore, anyway, you all I'm so drunk that I don't know what happened!"
"Haha, let's touch your butts!"
In the lively atmosphere, the sailors stowed the gangway, raised the sails, and let the passenger ship set sail little by little.
When they crossed a slightly dark sea area and returned to the familiar safe channel, Alfred relaxed completely, smiled and said to his adjutants and followers: "You can mark this place on our map, write Serving spirits and desserts is good, well, the girls also have their own characteristics."
After sailing for a few days, the passenger ship finally arrived at Eskosen Port in Disi Bay along the winding and safe channel.
Alfred upheld the aristocratic demeanor and the social instinct in his blood, visited the high-level officials of the nearby military base, and shared a wonderful dinner with them.
When he returned to his father's holiday villa here, he unexpectedly found that the servant he had sent to look for information looked a little pale.
"What's wrong?" Alfred put away his loose feeling at once.
The servant suppressed his voice and said: "General, all official maps of the kingdom do not mark Utopia Port."
Hearing the subordinate's words, Alfred suddenly felt that the temperature in the room plummeted.
An indescribable coolness soaked into his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.
When the passenger ship docked at the port of Utopia, he actually imagined what the worst-case scenario would be like-Utopia is the headquarters of a cult, and everyone there is a potentially dangerous lunatic.
But now, the truth could be even worse:
Utopia may not exist at all!
At this moment, Alfred was very grateful that he was not the noble young master when he left Backlund. He had already accumulated a wealth of experience, and he did not really enter Port of Utopia.
Under the watchful eyes of the adjutant and his subordinates, the major general walked back and forth a few steps with a serious expression, and calmly ordered: "Write me a telegram to report the Utopia matter to MI9. JrNovels.com
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