The passenger ship swayed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.

A small port then appeared in 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 carrying a glass lantern appeared at the dock and directed the passenger ship to dock with not-so-standard movements.

"Hey, guys, where are you from?" the man shouted loudly with his mouth open as he watched the gangway being lowered.

His voice was mostly swallowed up by the wind and rain, but it successfully reached the inside of the passenger ship and entered Alfred's ears.

"Do you know where this is?" Alfred looked at his adjutant and attendant cautiously.

He was not wearing a general's uniform, but a black windbreaker that was common in Backlund. His brilliant golden hair hung down casually, and his azure eyes were like a deep lake in the forest.

The adjutant with neatly combed hair first shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, and then explained:

"I was disoriented by the previous storm."

At this time, the captain came to the side of the ship holding an umbrella and responded to the man:

“We set out from East Balam two days ago and unfortunately encountered a storm.

"Which port is this?"

The man rolled his eyes, did not answer directly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Wait a moment."

He then turned around, holding an umbrella and a lantern, and ran towards the buildings near the pier.

This reaction was somewhat unexpected by Alfred and other passengers, but it was not surprising to the captain and first mate who were experienced in shipping. They had encountered too many unconventional incidents in many ports on the Turbulent Sea route. This made them wait patiently for the follow-up developments.

About five or six minutes later, the man came running over with a girl.

The girl had no umbrella, but was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with the sap of the Toningsman tree.

After the two men approached the passenger ship, they walked up the gangway step by step to the deck under the watchful eyes of the sailors with guns.

At this distance, most passengers could see the two people's appearance clearly.

The man had brown hair, brown eyes and rough skin, and he looked like a hard-working person from the lower class. The woman was in her twenties, with lake green eyes and long flaxen hair, some strands of which were wet and hanging on her face, making her look both pure and charming.

This is a very beautiful woman with a wild temperament.

"Everyone, this is Utopia Port." The man introduced impatiently, "My name is Theodore, and I'm the temporary commander of the port."

As he spoke, he began to laugh, and seemed happy that he had invented such an impressive-sounding position.

The captain certainly knew what the so-called "temporary commander of the port" meant, and he didn't take the sudden joy of this little guy to heart at all.

He frowned slightly and said:

"Utopia Port? I've never heard of it."

Theodore glanced at him and said:

“I’ve heard this many times.

"Oh, if it weren't for that storm that deserved to be kicked in the ass by a donkey, you might never have come here in your life!"

Before he could say more, the lady spoke first:

"Utopia is not on a safe channel. Normally, only ships that know this area and know where it is will come here for supplies."

Meaning, the main users of this port are pirates? How could the captain not hear the hidden meaning? At this time, tacitly not exposing it is a protection for both parties.

He said, "Hmm."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Tracy." The girl smiled. "I'm the owner of the Harbor Hotel and also the front desk waiter."

She looked around and said:

"The storm is big and the ship will be very bumpy. It is not a wise choice to stay here to rest. The hotel will provide you with a stable bed, enough hot water, clean food, warm quilts and an environment that reminds you of your home. It only costs 10 pence per night, I mean one room.

"In addition to these, you can also drink a lot and enjoy the warm hospitality at the bar next door."

It was obvious that this girl was here to solicit business.

The captain was quite alert and did not respond to her directly. He nodded and said:

"I can't make decisions for the passengers. It's their freedom to make their own choices. Of course, as the captain, I will stay here with my crew."

Tracy kept smiling and said:

"I will wait at the hotel for guests who are willing to disembark."

She seemed to have received some education, unlike the girls the crew met in other ports, who were hot-tempered, aggressive, and full of foul language.

When Tracy half turned around and was about to go back, Theodore approached her and said with a smug look:

"You have to thank me for telling you the news as soon as possible."

As he spoke, his right hand suddenly touched Tracy's butt and squeezed it hard.

Bang!

Tracy opened his hand and cursed:

"You bastard deserves to be fucked in the ass by a donkey!"

She took a few quick steps and left the passenger ship along the gangway.

Theodore shook his palms and cursed with an even bigger smile:

"What a bitch!"

This scene suddenly made many passengers in the cabin excited.

For them, the biggest drawback of being on a ship is boredom, and there are bars in the port.

This means that you can meet cheap street girls, who are different from the street girls in the northern continent and the southern continent, and have local characteristics.

If they are lucky, or willing to spend a lot of money, one of them might be able to get that wild beauty to sleep with him!

In a short while, many passengers packed their luggage and prepared to go straight to the Port Hotel.

Seeing this, Alfred's adjutant asked:

"General, shall we disembark?"

Alfred shook his head slowly:

"We don't know anything about this place, so we have to be cautious. Staying on the boat is the best option."

The adjutant had no objection to this, but asked with a little concern:

"What about those who have already disembarked?"

"That's their own choice." Alfred looked out the window expressionlessly and said, "If something unexpected happens, we can only protect more people, unless the matter is not serious and can be easily resolved."

After saying this, he turned to look at his adjutants and followers:

"We'll take turns keeping watch tonight to prevent any accidents."

Alfred, who had dealt with organizations such as the Spiritual Cult and the Rose School in the southern continent, was instinctively wary of unfamiliar places.

After exchanging views with the captain, Alfred lay down on the bed, listening to the strong wind hitting the glass windows and the heavy rain beating on the deck, and prepared to fall asleep quite calmly.

Just at this moment, he heard a gentle and sad melody coming from the direction of the port.

It seemed to come from a flute, intermittently in the storm, like a human sob.

Alfred was immediately immersed in this music and this environment, as if he had returned to Backlund, who always appeared in his dreams, and returned to the unique emotions intertwined with childhood happiness and youth troubles.

He shook his head violently to shake off the feeling, and realized that it was not a mental influence, but just a normal human reaction.

Alfred got out of bed, walked to the window, and used the extraordinary ability of the "Sheriff" to determine that the music he had just heard came from that cheap hotel.

It wasn't the guests who were getting off the ship. Their purpose was very clear, and they wouldn't be in the mood to play such a melody... The original passengers of Utopia Port, or the boss and waitress named Tracy? If it was her, she was a lady with a story... Alfred sighed and looked away, no longer paying attention.

Although he was curious, he had no intention of getting off the boat.

Soon, the flute sound stopped and the Port Hotel returned to silence without any accidents.

In this way, time passed minute by minute, and as the storm stopped, the sky gradually brightened.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the passengers who had left the ship returned one after another, each of them with unsteady steps and haggard faces.

Seeing this, the sailors burst into laughter and said:

"The chicks here seem 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 Lelangqi here is pretty good, cheaper than other places. I accidentally drank too much and fell asleep. I don't know if anything happened with that lovely girl. Alas, I woke up and the boat was about to sail. I don't remember anything I did after I got drunk. Praise the goddess, She let me lie back in bed instead of sleeping in the rain."

Other passengers echoed this, saying they had similar experiences.

Of course, everyone has different opinions on the details. For example, one passenger praised the desserts in the cheap hotel breakfast as being quite good.

The sailors regretted not being able to drink cheap and good Lilangqi, and started to tease the passengers:

"Maybe the girl you're spending the night with isn't this guy, but a big guy like Theodore. Anyway, you're all so drunk that you have no way of knowing what's going on!"

"Haha, let me give you a good pat on the butt!"

In the cheerful atmosphere, the sailors folded the gangway, hoisted the sails, and let the passenger ship set sail little by little.

When they passed through a slightly gloomy sea area and returned to the familiar safe channel, Alfred completely relaxed and said to his adjutant and attendant with a smile:

“We can mark this place on our map and write that the liquor and desserts are good. Well, girls also have their own characteristics.”

After sailing for a few more days, the passenger ship finally arrived at the Port of Eskoson in the Disi Bay along a winding and safe waterway.

Alfred, with his aristocratic manners and social instincts, visited the senior officials of a 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 follower he sent to find information looked a little pale.

"What's wrong?" Alfred immediately stopped being distracted.

The attendant lowered his voice and said:

"General, none of the kingdom's official maps have Utopia Port marked on them."

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