Chapter 169 Caribbean Ricardo

Chapter 169 Caribbean. Ricardo

After entering the dark sea with no safe channel, the strong wind and heavy rain made the ship fly high and move sideways from time to time, as if heralding the coming of the end of the world.

The mysterious queen's Dawn was lit with lights, like a firefly that could go out at any time in this sea.

Bernadette watched calmly and waited patiently, without interfering too much with the situation of the ship. In front of her was a stable wooden table with several porcelains of different styles on it. Green tea was poured from a small brown teapot. According to the god of the earth, this was the traditional style of the Western Continent.

Until now, she also felt a little unreal because the change came a little suddenly.

"Niece, speed up the sailing, don't be afraid." Su Lin's thumb and index finger were together, and from time to time, dazzling white light popped out from the fingertips and went out of the cabin.

Originally, the normal navigation of ships in this area should not be interfered with too much. The Black Emperor used the power of rules to decree that this area should abide by the order set by the Black Emperor, and those who do not abide by the order will be punished by the rules.

The white light ejected by Su Lin is actually another kind of order power, which sets things right, like a flare in the dark night, giving this area normal order in a short period of time.

Bernadette was silent for a moment when she heard the name of her niece, and changed the subject without leaving a trace:

"My father is a native of Intis, he has his own parents, and I don't understand why he is related to the Western Continent."

"There is a deep reason for this. Although I can fool you with nonsense, there is no need." Su Lin pulled out some cakes from the historical projection. Roselle, who is known as the master of pastry, has left few ways for other fellow villagers.

Bernadette felt that this person had too much humanity, maybe it was acting, maybe it was real, and she couldn't figure it out. She spoke softly, her tone calm: "Can't you teach me those words?"

The other party read some of the contents of the diary in front of her. Although the other party deliberately omitted some, there was no doubt that it did contain some of his father's past experiences.

"Some things are adults' business. Children should not ask too much or interfere." Su Lin smiled faintly: "Knowing too much is not good for you."

If I teach you Chinese, your father Roselle will probably fight me to death.

Four-tenths of the information in the diary is useful information, two-tenths are the family trivia of Emperor Roselle, and three-tenths can be condensed and edited into a "Roselle Romantic History".

Bernadette nodded, said no more, accelerated the speed of the ship, and quietly waited for the arrival of the destination.

At the same time, the sounds of piano, violin, cello, flute and other instruments rang out in the unmanned cabin, interweaving a warm and cheerful song.

Music floated in the cabin, the kitchen stove began to spit fire, and the kitchen knife on the chopping board floated in the air and began to process steaks, raw fish and other meats. Potatoes, mushrooms, and peas lined up and waited for processing one after another, then jumped up one after another, spinning in the air like dancing into the oven and frying pan.

The pots and pans were automatically sorted out, and it seemed that more than a dozen staff members in the kitchen began to get busy.

Su Lin looked at this ability with some envy, the ability to materialize the concept of fairy tales or myths that really happened. If he had this ability, he would not even need to dig out the historical projection.

Under Bernadette's hospitality,

Three hours later

Bernadette stopped at the bow and stared at the outline of the island in front for a long time. That was the sleeping place of her father, Roselle. As the Dawn approached, things on the island gradually became clear. One after another, huge dark green and black trees stood tall, covering the ground and covering the mountain peaks.

The figures of some curly-haired baboons were looming in the bushes.

As a Sequence 3 "Master of Prophecy", the intuition brought by spirituality told her that this was probably the place she was looking for. In this matter, they did not deceive me.

As the coastline came into her sight, Bernadette pursed her lips and muttered:

"Dad."

Su Lin and Zhong Li appeared behind her. Looking into the distance, Zhong Li frowned slightly. The atmosphere of the island made him feel some inexplicable disgust. There was something else in that sense of confusion.

Klein's spirit returned to the gray fog and participated in this meeting in another way.

The three of them chanted in unison: "The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

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In the dimly lit cabin, the smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed together. There was a high-concentration tequila that was a specialty of this port. The winery was in the local area. There was no need for transportation. It was directly towed to the dock for sale. It only cost 2 soli to buy a liter of tequila. This kind of wine would sell for at least 3 soli in other places.

The boatmen in simple short-sleeved shirts were talking about the good service in the shops in the town. They were holding kebabs and drinking beer. Occasionally, some well-dressed foreigners would order a glass of tequila. They were the main consumers of this kind of wine.

This was Enmat Port, one of the most important seaports in the Kingdom of Loen, along with Pritz Port.

Ships coming and going usually replenished here. The safety of the place depended on the daily maintenance of the Storm Church. Pirates, merchants, sailors, fishing boats, and the surrounding residents, all kinds of people, gathered in this bustling port.

The tavern closest to the port is called "Rodia".

The wooden door creaked, and the wind chimes above made a tinkling sound.

A young man pushed the door open. He was wearing a leather jacket and had messy hair. He looked around quickly as he entered the door.

"Give me a glass of tequila with some ginger water in it. Baby, don't be too stingy." The young man dressed as an adventurer said wittily while walking to the counter and taking out a gold pound.

The boss with a face full of flesh looked at the gold pound on the table, stared at the young adventurer coldly, and said in a low voice: "Do you want to order anything else?"

"Smoked fish and dried meat, there are so many towns in the world, and so many taverns in the towns, but the smoked fish here is the most distinctive." The young adventurer crossed his legs, sat leisurely on the bench, and muttered literary words.

"Oh my God." A dark-skinned bald man rubbed his brows and said to the young adventurer, "Hey, young man, no one who has been sailing on the sea for a long time will order those pickled foods and dried meat in the tavern!"

"As an adventurer, you should order some fruits and fresh meat at this time. This store is most famous for barbecue!"

"Uh." The young adventurer's leisurely expression froze on his face. He subconsciously pinched his palm and smiled awkwardly, "Just do as he says."

"5 skewers of barbecue and a fruit platter."

"1 soli 5 pence." The boss opened the drawer and started to make change, saying with some reminder: "If you want to experience sailing, I suggest you go to the travel agency next to the Storm Church. You only need one pound to be an adventurer for 7 days."

"Don't worry about being targeted by some guys." The dark-skinned bald man added.

In the inner part of the tavern, some eyes swept over the young man with eagerness and greed.

The young man with a childish look on his face put away the change. He was not afraid. He looked at those people with a smile, turned to the bald man and said, "I am serious about going to sea."

"I want to go to Bansi Island. Do you have any recommended ships?"

"Bansi Island?" The bald man looked strange. "Since the incident at Bansi Port, no one has gone there."

"If the price you offer is right, we can drop you off at Dimir Island on the way."

"If you are not afraid that we will sell you."

The bald man narrowed his eyes and looked at the back corner.

"No problem, is this enough?" The young man pushed the pile of change that the boss had given to the bald man.

"You are enough." The bald man did not expect that this young man from the city was really not afraid, but since there was money to be made, he could drop him off at Dimir Port on the way. "My name is Bolan Les, and we are a legitimate fleet."

"My name is Caribbean Ricardo." The young man raised his glass and said to Bolan Les, "You can also call me Somali Lu"