The lobby of "Pritz Port Ticketing Company" is quite spacious, with seven ticket windows, but there are already more than ten to twenty people queuing in front of each window.

Klein took a quick look and did not go directly to the row with relatively fewer people. Instead, he took two steps to the right and came to a straight brown wooden board.

A series of white papers were pasted on the wooden board, which published all the passenger ship information for the past week, including the destination, ports passed through, prices of different cabins, etc.

Before Klein could take a closer look, a staff member came over and drew a red circle in the second-class cabin of one row and marked a word:

“Sold out.”

“It’s very popular…” Klein sighed softly.

"Of course, Pritz Port is the largest port in the kingdom. Countless people pass through here to go to the southern continent and those colonial islands in search of opportunities." A middle-aged man standing next to the wooden board responded slightly exaggeratedly.

He wore a black soft hat and a black and white checkered police uniform, but without epaulettes. He only had a seagull badge on his chest that looked exactly like the logo of the "Prids Harbor Ticketing Company."

The face, hands, and all exposed skin of this middle-aged man were bronze and rough, as if he had been exposed to the sea breeze and the sun for many years, giving the feeling that salt had seeped into his wrinkles.

If you have a dispute, go to the guard in the hall... This should be the guard... Klein remembered the precautions at the door and didn't mind the other party taking the initiative to talk. He smiled and said:

"You seem to know this port well?"

Hearing this question, the middle-aged man replied quite proudly:

"I used to be a sailor in the Kingdom Navy. Their main base was on Oak Island in Pritz Harbor. I served for 15 years and spent a lot of time at sea here. If the war in East Balam hadn't destroyed my health, I could have been a sailor for another 10 years! I know this port as well as I know my wife's body!"

A bit cultured, but also a bit vulgar... Klein was originally trying to find out the news at sea, so he chatted casually:

"After retiring, you came here to be a guard?"

"No, I was stuffed into a night school for two years, working as a student and a janitor. There was a storm over there. Can you imagine someone of my age reading aloud with a bunch of teenagers? And they recognize and remember words faster than I do!" The guard showed an expression of disdain.

As he spoke, he patted the outside of his thigh and sighed:

"Unfortunately, my knees can't stand the cold and wet weather. Otherwise, I would work part-time as a teacher in a night school. Those kids will make you feel younger. But I don't deny that I do it to make more money. When you have a wife and four children, you have to realize that you have to support the family."

Sir, you talk too much... Maybe this is why the ticket company hired you as a guard... Klein didn't respond to the other party's topic and smiled:

"I just read the notice at the door and found that you are not allowed to open canned wolffish here. Frankly speaking, I have never heard of such a thing."

The guard's expression suddenly became complicated.

He pinched his nose and said:

"That's a food popular in places like the east coast of Feysac and the Gargas Islands. It's wolf fish pickled in salt, but it retains blood. The smell is very, very, very pungent, smelly and disgusting!"

It turned out to be a dark dish... Klein laughed:

"But I don't think anyone would deliberately eat canned food while waiting in line to buy a ticket?"

"No, you don't understand that feeling. Maybe one day you will understand it." The guard had a fearful expression on his face. "Once there was a barbarian from the north who came here to buy a ticket, but there were already many people lining up in front of him. The hall was filled like a barrel full of fish. He was very anxious, so he opened the can of wolffish. In less than ten seconds, he and a few other guys were the only ones left in the hall."

This, this is a biological weapon... a regular version of the "biotoxin bottle"... Klein said with a smile:

"Finally he successfully bought the ticket, but there are new things to be aware of outside?"

"The result was not as he expected. The lady and gentleman in charge of ticket sales also escaped. Haha, you know, barbarians are even smarter than curly-haired baboons!" The guard chuckled. "When I was a sailor, there was a rumor on the sea that a group of pirates took control of a merchant ship from Laus. Ah, that was a city on the east coast of Feysac. Anyway, those pirates eagerly opened their spoils, but they found that they were barrels filled with pickled wolffish. As a result, can you imagine the result? They fainted, vomited, lost their fighting ability, and became the crew's bounty."

“It’s a good story.” Klein tried not to laugh.

He turned his eyes back to the paper on the wooden board, looking for the ship information for January 5th.

As a professional, he had divined in advance the suitable dates for sailing this week, one was the 5th, and the other was the 8th. Among the passenger ships heading to the Rorsted Islands on the 5th, the ones that suited him best were the Saint-Furran and the White Agate.

There are still tickets available, and the prices are similar. Third class is 4 pounds, second class is 10 pounds, and first class is 35 pounds... People who make a living from the sea will more or less believe in the "Lord of Storms". Even in countries like Intis and Feysac, there are fishermen and sailors who secretly believe in this unauthorized god in order to have a smooth trip to the sea... The name of the Saint Furan comes from the saint of the Church of Storms, and it has a certain background... Klein thought about it carefully and was inclined to choose the White Agate.

He didn't rush to decide, but turned to look at the guard:

"Do you know the situation of the White Onyx?"

The guard immediately smiled:

"Sir, you have a good eye. The White Agate is a steamship, but it also has sails, and its maximum speed can reach 16 knots.

"Moreover, the captain is very experienced. He used to be the boatswain of the Royal Navy's King William V. No, it should be the Royal Navy. The king has always claimed that he has obtained the title of emperor from Balam. Ha, in the Royal Navy, no matter how outstanding or excellent an ordinary person is, he can only become a boatswain at most, and cannot be an officer, unless, unless you can satisfy your superiors, no matter what way, any way! Only in this way can you be recommended to the Pritzker Naval Academy and become a reserve officer!

“That’s how Ellan was forced to leave the navy, join the White Agate, and become the captain step by step.

"I suggest you choose first class. That way you will have rooms that can sleep three or four servants, waiters who have received etiquette courses, a designated chef with excellent skills, a quiet restaurant with a view, a special room for smoking cigars, and a place to play cards together..."

Seeing the guard explain in such detail, Klein couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Noticing his expression, the guard smiled awkwardly:

"Aierlan used to be my boss. He often invited me to drink and asked me to help him promote the first-class cabin, but you can rest assured that every word I said is true!"

This isn’t a question of truth or not, this is a question of money… Klein muttered to himself silently.

He had already made a decision, and after careful consideration, he asked:

"Sir, what advice would you give to a sea adventurer?"

In order to fit the identity of Graham Sparrow, Klein had slightly adjusted his image to make himself appear more stern and sharp.

"Adventurer?" The guard raised his voice unconsciously.

In the queue waiting for tickets, many people turned their heads and cast their gazes towards Klein.

Based on his spiritual intuition, Klein instinctively followed the line of sight and looked over there.

He saw a man in his thirties wearing a black top hat, with a rugged face, weathered features, a sturdy but not tall body, and light blue eyes that looked like he had been through a lot.

Also an adventurer? Klein and the man made eye contact briefly before looking away.

At this time, the guard forced a smile and said:

“Sorry, I was a little too aggressive with the term adventurer. In my mind, it means desperado, sea rogue, and oath-breaker. No, I’m not talking about you.

"Sincere advice? I, uh, you have to remember three points.

"One, don't provoke pirates. Two, don't provoke pirates. Three, don't provoke pirates!

"Unless you are from the navy or the church, don't go against pirates!"

"Um... don't be fooled by the enthusiasm of those girls on the island. They are either pirates or they want you to take them to Pritz or Backlund. It's not entirely their problem. Many sailors, crew members, and passengers, in order to deceive their bodies, portrayed them to very attractive metropolises and unusually beautiful lives, and then kicked them off their beds and abandoned them where they were originally."

What a bunch of bad people... In this era, people who make a living on the sea are not very kind... Is the order on the sea so bad? Pirates are so rampant? Klein nodded and said:

"Thank you, I know what to do now."

After saying this, he walked towards the row with the smallest number of people.

The guard shouted behind him:

"Also, the legends of treasures at sea are basically all fake!"

…………

After buying a second-class ticket on the White Agate, Klein returned to the hotel and waited patiently for the night to come.

During this process, he enjoyed the most famous fried fish in Pritz Harbor and thought it tasted pretty good, but if he kept eating like this, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

When the time approached 8 o'clock, he entered the gray fog, holding the badge from Lanevus in one hand and writing the corresponding sentence with the other:

"The situation of this party."

Tick, tick, when the pocket watch pointer reached the predetermined position of 8 o'clock, he closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and began to recite the divination sentence over and over again.

He had reason to believe that when the party door was "opened", he, with the positioning badge, would be able to use this medium to divine certain things above the gray fog!

The previous failure was because nothing had yet appeared, but this time it was different. Things were happening, and Klein had a sufficiently accurate medium!

Soon, Klein entered the gray dream world.

He saw the quietly rushing Tussock River, the broad river valleys on both sides, and a dozen people in different locations, shrouded in a thin light, disappearing on the spot in a blurry or illusory manner.

One of them had black hair and green eyes, and looked good. He seemed to be someone Klein knew.

Leonard Mitchell!