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Chapter 122 What kind of people are on the sea?
Bayam's docks are always bustling. The salty sea breeze, carrying the smell of fish, wafts through the air, and the shouts of sailors, the cries of merchants, and the whistles of steamships mingle together.
Lorne was carrying a bag of fish and chips, and Rachel poked her head out of her bag, staring longingly at the food.
"Didn't I feed you fresh fish?" Lorne rubbed the orange cat's head.
"Fried fish isn't suitable for cats." Despite saying that, Lorne still handed Rachel a piece of golden-brown fried fish.
Ticket hall...
After queuing for nearly an hour, Lorne finally reached the ticket window.
The ticket seller behind the window, without even looking up, asked, "Where to?"
The staff at Backlund weren't as enthusiastic...
"Backlund, I want the fastest one," Lorne said expressionlessly.
He had previously divined that returning to Backlund carried the lowest risk. The previous uproar should have passed. The clandestine organizations that could act with impunity in the colonies would have to fall silent in Backlund as well.
Moreover, Backlund was a better fit than a colony, whether for applying for patents or building factories.
Moreover, he also owns a significant number of shares in arms factories, which are located around Backlund.
"Third class £6, second class £15, first class £40."
This is more expensive than a ticket to Backlund... The colonies are so greedy.
"Second class." After hesitating for two seconds, Lorne gave up his plan to splurge and chose a second-class ticket again.
He counted out a 15-pound note and handed it to the other person.
After receiving his ticket, he turned and left the ticket hall. He had just stepped out the door…
"Bang!"
A figure bumped into his shoulder. The man wore a wide-brimmed hat, the brim pulled low, revealing only his pale chin. He didn't apologize, nor did he pause; he pushed his way into the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Tsk... Lorne's brows furrowed slightly.
He subconsciously touched his pockets; his wallet, boat ticket, and some loose change were still there, and had not been stolen.
The suitcase showed no signs of being opened.
Everything seemed normal, but his spiritual intuition trembled slightly, like a plucked string.
"Could he be an extraordinary being who followed the same path..." Lorne gazed thoughtfully in the direction where the man had disappeared.
"Meow." The meow from Laki in the bag interrupted his thoughts.
"Forget it, why think about these things? It's better to avoid trouble." Lorne shook his head and walked towards the harbor where the ships were moored.
……
The hotel where Lorne previously stayed.
Pea vines hung down from the sky, falling towards the room where Lorne had previously lived.
A chestnut-haired woman slid down the vines into his room.
"This is it..."
"Nobody here?" She looked around the empty room, somewhat puzzled.
"strangeness……"
"Did they know I was coming, so they ran away?"
……
"The scenery is nice." Lorne stood on the deck, gazing into the distance.
Compared to the dust-filled cities within Loen, the sea gave Loen a unique sense of freshness.
"First time on a boat?"
A slightly accented voice came from beside him. Lorne turned his head and saw a dark-skinned, deep-set native man smiling at him.
He wore a rough cloth shirt typical of sailors, and around his neck hung a peculiar necklace woven from seashells and bone fragments.
"I suppose so," Lorne nodded politely.
Seemingly not sensing any colonial arrogance from Lorne, the two began to chat.
"Are they from Ruen?"
"Um."
"You look at the sea with a peculiar gaze," the man said, leaning against the railing, looking into the distance. "Most Ruen people just stare at the deck or complain about the rough seas."
"By the way, my name is Karu." The man extended his hand.
"Brando." Lorne gave him a brief handshake.
……
After a brief chat about the sea, Karu suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Are you a follower of the Lord of Storms?"
"No." Lorne shook his head slightly.
"I don't think so either."
"The followers of the Lord of Storms have a kind of..." Karu made a tense gesture, "like an aura of being ready to fight at any moment. You don't."
"Haha~ That's true."
Lorne laughed out loud upon hearing this; the description was indeed accurate.
Lorne then created the persona of a rookie adventurer for himself. When Karu learned of this, he suddenly changed the subject: "The sea is full of opportunities, but it is also full of dangers. Have you ever seen waves tens of meters high? I have. I almost died back then."
Why bring this up all of a sudden? Lorne was a little confused.
Noticing Lorne's confusion, Karu said, "Whenever we encounter such danger, we need a god, a god who holds the power over the sea and the storms."
Karu looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out an exquisite little wooden carving from his pocket.
"Let me introduce you to our god, the savior of the islands, the favored one of the sea, the sea god—Kavituwa."
Lorne looked closely and realized that it appeared to be a sea serpent.
"Trying to sell me their local faith..." Lorne's lips twitched.
Also, this sea god doesn't seem to have any prestige at all. Just from the name, he doesn't seem as powerful as the Lord of Storms.
……
Considering the pleasant atmosphere of their previous conversation, Lorne didn't directly refuse, but instead laughed it off. He also declined Karu's statue.
He didn't want to provoke any more of those weird gods.
"Fanatical believers are such a problem..."
After parting ways with Karu, Lorne sighed.
"Only idiots would believe in some sea god."
Just then, a mocking voice suddenly came from behind.
Lorne turned around abruptly and saw a tall man leaning against the ship's railing. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and his gaze revealed a hint of danger.
Seeing Lorne looking over, the man raised an eyebrow: "You didn't accept his statue, so you don't seem too stupid."
Tsk... This person's words are really awful.
"Who are you?" Lorne's expression remained unchanged, but his hand had already reached into his robes and gripped the handle of "Phantom's" gun.
"You're an adventurer, yet you don't recognize me?"
"Are you famous?" Lorne asked in return.
"Tsk." This question seemed to stump the man. He paused for two seconds, then said speechlessly:
"My name is Anderson, and I'm an adventurer like you."
"Is he known for eavesdropping on other people?"
"..."
……
"What kind of people are they at sea..." Lorne murmured as he returned to his room.
"That person must be extraordinary."
"He reminds me somewhat of Danitz. Except he's much smarter than Danitz, and I reckon he's stronger too."
"Adventurers, huh..." Lorne sighed softly.
"I hope this trip goes smoothly."
night.
A thick fog rose from the sea, shrouding the passenger ship in a white mist, the damp, cold fog enveloping the stillness.
"What's wrong...?"
A series of hurried footsteps woke Lorne from his sleep.
"What happened?" He stepped out of the room and stopped a passenger who was running away in a panic.
"Quick, hide! There are... there are pirates!"