Chapter 128 So Know (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

When Conrad approached the port of Leiden, he was only five nautical miles away from the port, and immediately saw that something was wrong. Not to mention the steel warships cruising the sea, Mark and the others just approached, and immediately a pilot ship approached, whistled, and signaled lights.

This is the simplest and most straightforward way to communicate at sea in this age when shipborne radios are not yet common.

"Three longs and two shorts? The meaning of 'Danger! Don't get close'." Conrad said to Nalson, who was a new crew member in the helmsman's position beside him, who was part-time from a knight.

"How about we?"

"The standard practice is to greet with three flutes, then stop."

Nelson was about to do the same when Mark came: "Hang the occultist's badge."

"Yes!"

No one dares to ask: why not hang the Destiny family crest?

However, when the pilot boat on the opposite side saw the flag of a mystic scholar on the small cargo ship on the opposite side, it obviously relaxed a lot. A destroyer that was about to approach Zhenchangzi also changed its course and faced another cargo ship, leaving only a small pilot ship to approach.

Not long after, the navigator came up the gangway along the side of the ship.

"Good day, friend. I'm Chuck Momas, the navigator of the Port of Leiden, and this is my ID card."

"Good day." Conrad nodded, then showed his Wright General Captain's license, and hurriedly asked, "What happened to the port?"

"It's the [Lamington]! The light is on! A ghost ship has just appeared in the East China Sea, and here's another one! Do you want to keep people alive?" By the way, my God! I rely on piloting large cargo ships to eat."

Conrad understood that navigating the Wright Empire was never an easy job. They only have a very meager base salary, and the majority of their income depends on the pilot boats to get a commission. Especially for large ships entering the port at night, the pressure on the navigator is the greatest, and the single commission is also the highest.

Without the boat coming, they almost couldn't open the pot.

Conrad tentatively said, "Isn't the one in the East China Sea the same one here?"

"Of course not! The East China Sea has just been confirmed by eyewitnesses of the Church of the Storms to be an old brig from centuries ago. Now this is a cutting-edge cruise ship."

At this time, the navigator noticed that Mark was coming: "Good day, distinguished occultist. Please allow me to check your supporting documents."

Mark casually used his fingertips to draw a few phantoms on his chest, and an aura hexagram representing occultism appeared.

The navigator's expression was completely relaxed: "Praise the god of wisdom, oh, any god is fine, hurry up and get that thing away."

"Has the Evernight Church sent someone? Take us there, the tip is yours." Mark snapped his fingers, and Helena next to him held a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

The navigator's eyes straightened: "This is... too much. However, thank you, honored guest. I'll lead the way."

After all, the Mechanical Ascension is a small boat, with a shallow draft, it can be docked at a slightly decent pier.

The navigator took it, green lighted it all the way, and finally took it to a berth somewhere between a regular commercial port and that private jetty.

"Sir, is this okay? It's a bit close to that place after all."

"It's okay, I'm here to solve the problem." On the pier, Mark was in a suit and leather shoes, and the navigator was stunned by the figure of the female entourage and two male bodyguards leaving.

In fact, this is already the control area. Mark has just stepped on the pier trestle, and two night watchmen have already approached.

After the other party checked Mark's consultant credentials, he immediately said with awe: "Please come with us, Your Excellency Destiny."

Under normal circumstances, a mere advisor would definitely not deserve such courtesy from the night watchman.

Don't forget, Mark just blew up a lair not long ago.

Under the propaganda that Lao De ignored his advisor status intentionally or unintentionally, most of the young people in the Church of the Twin Goddess had long regarded Mark as a hero.

Regardless of Mark's background, anyone who dares to enter the enemy's nest alone and protect the lives of five million people is worthy of respect.

If it was a game, Mark would have accumulated a [Famousness +2].

The two night watchmen suddenly brought a carriage to Mark.

The two horses were all black, without a single stray hair.

Helena was taken aback by this appearance alone.

After getting on the bus, we walked about two kilometers and came to the Lamington Boat Club.

As soon as he got near the gate, Mark was a little speechless. The parking lot on the left side of the gate is parked with hundreds of cars, mostly horses and carts.

There are a lot of people gathered at the gate, and when you look at the dress, you can tell that there are dozens of large and small groups.

Guarding the iron gate at the gate were not only the familiar Light Apology Knights, but also a large group of Storm Children with spears, and soldiers of the Wright Empire with heavy spears.

And a lot of anxious men and women crowded near the gate, making a lot of noise, giving the place a trance like a vegetable market.

"My lord! What has happened to my lord Macross?"

"There is my child on it! He is the only direct son of the Grant family!"

"Didn't the Church of the Storm send someone to raid yesterday? What was the result?"

Thousands of relatives and their servants crowded around in a row.

Looking far into the distance, the first thing that catches the eye is a series of dense and artistic buildings such as the dock waiting room, and then looking at the far end, on the sea five hundred meters away from the dock, a black mist lingers. The huge cruise ship stood there silently, in stark contrast to the noisy pier gate.

There is a special passage for Mark to enter here. A group of patrolmen waved sticks to drive away the approaching crowd on the side of the road, and on the side of the road, every two meters stood a light guardian knight in full armor.

That terrifying aura was even more terrifying than a revolving machine gun. In the Beyonder domain, there are too many things that can ignore artillery.

"Mark!?" A surprised voice with a hint of sharpness penetrated into the carriage.

Mark followed the voice and saw a face that was not unfamiliar.

"Dorothy?" Mark was surprised.

I thought that as soon as we parted that day, the two would become two parallel lines that would never intersect, but I didn't expect this lady to appear here, which means...

"Trouble let me go, I'm acquainted with that lord..." Dorothy differentiated with the patrol police extremely nervously. A pair of male and female servants laughed along with her, both to protect the Countess, but not to offend the church.

After thinking for a while, Mark said, "Please stop."

The coachman immediately tightened the reins, and the two horses stopped obediently.

Seeing this, both the patrolman and the two knights of light apology standing by the road turned around silently and made way for a passage.

Dame Dorothy got involved and immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.

Completely disregarding her manners, Dorothy trotted over with her skirt in both hands, her maid hurriedly reminding her in a low voice where there were puddles and mud.

But seeing her boots stained with a little mud, Mark realized that she was here for a long time.

Conrad, who was sitting next to the coachman, jumped down, helped Mark open the door, put down the pedals, and Mark stepped out of the carriage lightly.

Originally, he could have sat in the carriage and listened, but after getting to know each other, Mark still gave Dorothy enough respect.

This scene fell into the eyes of caring people again, and some people started to come over, but they were immediately blocked by the patrol police and more apology knights who came.

"Oh! Mark, it's really you!" The makeup on Dame Dorothy's face had long since worn off, and it could be seen that she barely touched it once, only to be damaged by tears again, which was really ugly: "Sorry, I'm too excited. Now. My mother, as well as Yardai, Geardili, and Anveena are all on that damn boat!"

"What?" Mark's face changed slightly, and at the same time he noticed that more fiery eyes were cast on him, and he frowned: "Get in the car first, then go in."

"Can you?" Dorothy showed an expression of infinite surprise.

"Come up, you and your servant." Mark greeted.

"it is good."

Dorothy beckoned to some people behind her, nodded, and after the other person nodded, she led her servant to the car.

Bearing the envious eyes of many people, she got on Mark's ride and finally entered the port area.

Mark asked, "Who else was involved this time?"

"Too many! Bishop Evans of the Reincarnation Church, Bishop Brown of Leiden City of the Church of Light, Mongoni, the high priest of the Church of Rest, and Frankie, the priest of the Church of Literature. On the secular side are the Marquis of Arkat and his wife, and the Earl of Glock. The couple, the Earl of Santos, and the Viscount Baron add up to more than a dozen people." Dorothy's face was filled with panic that could not be concealed.

Mark suddenly understood why she was not qualified to go in.

The regional leaders of the major churches are definitely the priority, and the next one is the relatives of the big nobles. Usually the name of the noble is good, but at this time it is not a fart.

Originally a good vacation, and even a good opportunity for the nobles to form a gang to engage in a secret connection, but suddenly encountered an [abnormal], this is really an unpredictable death!

Dorothy and the two servants sat in the front of the carriage, looking at the housekeeper on the left and Mark, who was the bodyguard of the Knight of Light, on the right. She was a little unsure.

"Mark, I heard that there was a Mark Destiny who was very active later, so... it should be you?"

Mark smiled: "No one should dare to pretend to be a member of the Destiny family."

A little fortunate, and a little envious, Dorothy knew that what was in front of her was definitely not the creamy Xiaosheng who had only one mouth and one face left to meet people: "Can you...can you speak this time?"

Helena said proudly, "Master Mark is an expert in dealing with [abnormalities]."

"Experts? Great. So..."

Well, experts are also bricklayers, the kind that kill monsters with a single brick.

Mark kept a faint smile on his face: "I'll make arrangements later to give you and the servant a place to rest. Leave it to me next. I'll promise to do my best."