The pioneer city, Gresham!
The storm came, and powerful cyclones swept in from all directions. The torrential waves beat wildly on the swaying three-masted sailboat, and the raging wind made the windows on the deck rattle.
Sailors in blue uniforms formed a straight line, busy carrying wooden boxes containing "chili powder" and moving them from the port platform to the storage room of the Black Pearl.
Paprika is one of the specialties of the Black Forest. It is an extremely pungent red pepper powder. The Gresham chicken burrito seasoned with it is extremely delicious.
Of course, this kind of chili powder is also affected by unknown contamination. Once it leaves the Black Forest Island, the chili powder will immediately mutate into powerful gunpowder powder. It only needs to be touched with spirituality to explode. When sailing on the sea, at the critical moment It can be used to replace artillery shells to avoid emergency dangers.
Standing on the deck, Jack D. Sparrow glanced at the sailors, then put the black three-cornered hat in his hand back on his head. Behind the wide Poseidon robe, a man with braids and a The little girl in the purple dress is looking at the busy sailors with her eyes wide open.
"Jack, have you really made your decision? I actually prefer that you stay in Gresham and become a bishop."
Jack chuckled and turned his gaze to the shadowy port. The new steamer had arrived, the huge hatch opened, and figures came out of the hanging ladder.
Among these figures were scantily clad young ladies dressed like street girls, obscene middle-aged men with fat beer bellies and oily faces, and of course young adventurers wearing black coats with extremely cold eyes.
"Juster, my life comes from my Lord. Compared with being a bishop, chasing glory on the sea is my belief."
"You are still as stubborn as before." Just stretched his golden eyebrows slightly, stood up from one of the wooden wicker chairs placed on both sides of the wide deck, and looked at the steamer parked in the port. To the endless stream of figures.
"That child, please."
"I have no obligation to look after a child while sailing, Just, you should know how dangerous the sea can be."
Jack's dark gray-to-black eyes looked directly at Just's old figure. After a moment of indifference, he paused and said:
"I will only show kindness to my lord. As for whether she can survive, it all depends on herself."
As if he was thinking about something, Just nodded invisibly and remained quiet for five minutes. Then he turned to face Jack, raised his left hand high as if holding a halberd and said:
"Poseidon is above, may you always have a smooth sailing journey!"
"Poseidon is above, may we sail together on the road of navigation forever!"
There was no extra emotion on Jack's rough face, he just clenched his left fist and raised it in return.
After saluting each other, Just left the deck of the Black Pearl and walked along the hanging ladder towards the Black Forest Port made of boulders in the distance.
"From today on, except for eating and sleeping time, I will stay in the captain's cabin." Jack watched Juster leave, lowered his head and said to the little girl behind him.
The little girl raised her pink face and showed an innocent smile.
"Uncle Jack, give Yiyi a hug..."
.........
Faslanka, second floor of Langxiang Church!
"Captain, today's extraordinary steam train has started and will arrive at 6pm as expected."
Elena, a girl with long blue hair wearing a long palace dress, was holding a secret report and reporting it to Joseph Paxton who was wearing a black vest on the chair directly in front of him.
"There is also news from the church that the pollution in Besik has been effectively controlled, and the spiritual pollution of Eve, the King of Angels, also collapsed last night."
"The power of projection has disappeared. From the end of the Natural Disaster Era to the current Black Iron Era, mythical creatures that only existed in legends have appeared again. This should be a sign of something."
Joseph held the black pipe, put it in his mouth and took a puff, slowly exhaling the white smoke ring, the solemn expression on his face did not weaken at all.
"By the way Elena, go to the underground necropolis now and ask Bennett to get Sealed Artifact 3-421 out. I have already approved the note. There is a problem in the Northern Cross District."
"You want to use the sealed artifact?"
Elena took the approval slip handed over by Joseph and said in disbelief.
"The last time the captain could use the sealed artifact was the extraordinary gathering at Harvest Church." At this time, Frank, wearing a black robe and a pointed round hat, walked in from outside and said half-jokingly.
"Perhaps this time, it will be more difficult than Harvest Church." At this moment, Joseph's voice sounded again.
Elena turned her head suddenly and suddenly saw the captain who was sitting on the chair smoking a pipe just now. He had put on a black windbreaker at some point and was leaning against the bookshelf frame nearby, staring at him with deep gray-blue eyes. Own.
"Ah, Captain, you...I...I'm going now." Elena quickly put away the approval note, turned around and walked towards the iron door leading to the underground cemetery.
Joseph said "hmm" and immediately moved his eyes to Frank who had just opened the door and came in. He pondered for a moment and said:
"Have you finished notifying all the Poseidon Law Enforcers, Sun Crusaders, and Light Crusaders?"
"The notification has been completed, captain, um... do you need my psychic help this time?" Frank, hiding under the hood, asked slightly solemnly.
Joseph shook his head slightly:
"We cannot let what happened to Besik happen again. According to the reports from the scene, the evisceration was like some kind of evil ritual, not a random attack. I even suspected that the initiator was a secret organization. "
"This time, the four official clergy teams are acting together, and the previous problems will definitely not occur." Frank casually reassured the captain.
Joseph took out his pocket watch, opened it with a click, glanced at the ticking hands, and sighed.
"Kane, Bergrit, and the others will be back from Ur Town before the afternoon. Recently, the number of extraordinary events in Faslanka has exceeded the total number of the previous six months. This is not a good sign... The situation It’s not optimistic at the moment, so take a rest as soon as possible and prepare to leave at noon!”
"Yes, Captain!"
.........
South African mountains, Rust plains!
The South African mountains have always been an important route between the northern continent and the southern continent. The most famous one is the desolate natural chasm that is hundreds of miles long.
In this area, there are both snow-covered mountains, lush grape plains, and rivers flowing endlessly between dangerous canyons. Before the Fourth Age, it had always been a barrier blocking the progress of civilization.
Of course, in the fifth era when steam and industry were booming, the once insurmountable natural chasm has now been erected with several steel tracks at the bottom. From the Moller Freshwater Lake to the Rust Plain, there are oases and oases as far as the eye can see. View of steam trains crossing.
"It's so fast. The St. Honavitch Express is indeed different from ordinary steam trains. Its speed is comparable to the Harmony that I rode in my previous life."
Weinerson sat in a separate seat by the window. Next to the table were today's Faslanka Morning News, The Fool and other double-sided newspapers.
Jingle Bell--
Not far away, a female waiter in a black and white uniform pushed a jingling dining cart along the aisle and stopped next to Weinerson:
"Sir, do you need anything?"
A sound like the cry of a lark reached Weinerson's ears through the train aisle. He turned his eyes slightly and saw caviar, roast turkey, stewed lamb, fried fish, and creamy mushrooms on the dining car. Soups and other foods.
"Lunch is provided on the Extraordinary Train?"
"Yes, the extraordinary train is equipped strictly in accordance with the Kingdom's steam train standards, and lunch and dinner are included." The female waiter replied with a smile on her lips.
"Then help me get a portion of stewed lamb, fried fish and soup, and for drinks, use a glass of freshly squeezed juice. Well, that's all."
"Yes sir."
The waitress took the food off the dining cart one by one and placed it on the table in front of the diners in order.
After it was over, Weinerson gave a gentle salute and thanked him. He was not in a hurry to enjoy it, but tilted his head and looked out from the side glass window. Amidst the rhythmic clanking of the wheels, a flowing curtain opened.
Before he noticed, the dark valley outside the window had transformed into vast open fields, tall and tall trees, and the looming mountains in the distance. These scenery appeared in his sight one by one, and then roared away in the blink of an eye. go.
For 10 minutes, Facing the picture flashing with active beauty, Wienerson was inexplicably absent-minded when he saw the snow-capped mountains approaching in the distance.
Noisy sounds came from all directions, and a sense of fatigue swayed from his body. His eyes slowly lowered, and his thoughts seemed to suddenly make him see Faslanka, Mink Street, and the lively crowd.
"I heard that someone caught a bishop having an affair in the church today. Afterwards, the bishop was hanged on the Holy Emblem, and the lady also hanged herself in shame..."
"Did you know? The insect-fighting project that was banned by the kingdom before has been restarted in the Hutton Mar underground casino. Yesterday, five people were beheaded due to the failure of the insect-fighting. One of them was a woman who was kidnapped before being beheaded. At the gambling table, let more than fifty hungry gamblers give..."
"This is nothing. I just came back from the Port of Pulez today. It was attacked by a large supernatural species. The entire port was polluted. Men turned into the reproductive organs of beasts, and women became pregnant and gave birth to lambs with tentacles. .....That scene was simply a nightmare..."
"Ah, didn't you hear about that?"
"that matter?"
...
Suddenly these people stopped discussing. Weinerson was standing nearby. Just as he was about to speak, everyone suddenly stared at him with weird expressions.
A creepy chill instantly crawled up from his backbone to his brain. Weinerson took a few steps back, only to see illusory and thin black threads coming out of those people, extending to the top of the train, and falling down. In the hands of a black figure shrouded in mist.
The picture in front of him quickly fragmented. Weinerson opened his eyes suddenly. There was nothing on the table beside him except the newspaper.
At this moment, a piercing siren sounded in the carriage, and the red lights shrouded and changed, like oil paint, as if to warn the passengers in the carriage that something terrible was coming here.
