Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and walked quickly through the street in front of him, turned two corners, and his field of vision suddenly broadened - in front of him was a wide river coastline, with several small passenger ships neatly lined up, and there were still many ships in the small port.

Dozens of fishing boats are docked here. This is an inland waterway that flows into the sea along the Tasoke River. It is one of the fastest ways to leave Backlund by water.

A large three-masted Hanoi sailboat has raised its sails, and passengers are boarding the ship with their luggage one after another, crowded and orderly.

The man with high cheekbones, hair neatly combed back, and blue eyes with gray eyes was walking among the people boarding the ship, with one foot already on the deck. Suddenly, there seemed to be some strange connection.

Established in the middle, he turned his head unexpectedly and scanned the crowd behind him.

He saw a group of ordinary humans squeezing behind him, saw the bright sky in the distance after the clouds were blown away by the wind, saw the busy crowd at the port, and saw a man who was originally looking at the river, but just turned around.

A middle-aged gentleman with dark eyes met her face.

Great fear broke out in her heart.

A bottomless darkness suddenly bloomed before her eyes.

He stood on the ladder for too long, and the boarding ladder, which could only allow two people to pass, caused a small congestion due to his stop. Passengers carrying luggage and bags behind him looked at this young man in confusion.

After standing behind him for a long time, the person closest to him couldn't help but push him gently on the shoulder: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

As if waking up from a dream, the young man showed a gentle smile and kept saying "Sorry, sorry" and "I took the wrong boat", and then quickly walked down the ladder and returned to the shore.

He walked towards Edward Vaughn who was standing on the shore with a smile, and stood familiarly next to him, on the side where the crow was. Then he took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

TBC

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I went to make an appointment for a new cover again, and the cover for this article has failed three times! Every one of them is so ugly that they look good!

Now this... I can't say it's ugly, nor can I say it's pretty... I can only say that with the help of the two alliance leaders, this golden font seems to be noble and luxurious...
Chapter completed!