You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 129 The Beginning

Night falls in the port area of ​​"Dwenzell".

The port is connected to several winding streets. The rows of low buildings on the streets and the stone walls behind them cannot block the large buildings standing in the distance.

Most of those buildings belong to the city's port department and tax department, as well as some larger chambers of commerce and painters associations.

"Dwenzell" is known as the "Art Capital" of the Kingdom. While attracting students from the kingdom and even the whole continent to study, it also relies on its own deep-water harbor to develop a prosperous "Dwenzell" Port Area".

It has become an important transit point between the "Kingdom of Spruit", the "Holy Federation of Stefanik" and the "Confederation of Rhône" located in the Ostrav Island Group on the Sea of ​​Morel.

Coexisting with prosperity is restlessness and chaos.

Such a convenient location inevitably makes it a great place for people from all over to hide themselves.

As the sky darkens, light from house windows and street lampshades provides basic illumination to the main thoroughfare in the port area.

The port area is only slightly less busy at night than during the day, and is still crowded with people.

The dirty taverns were filled with sailors and laborers drinking and having fun.

Hotels and brothels also dispatched children to the streets to conduct business among the crowds of people.

The bustling crowd burst into noise from time to time, and there was a fiery atmosphere everywhere.

Only one spark could ignite the night again, triggering purposeless fights or even riots.

However, opposite the noisy main road is the deserted dock area.

The crowds gathered in the taverns and brothels on the streets, and the docks inevitably became depressed.

The towering harbor lighthouse emits a dazzling and mysterious light in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of light to the gray pier.

There are very few ships choosing to dock at this time.

After all, docking and unloading are troublesome at night.

The street lights on the main road were built with part-time money from the shops along the street.

No one wants to spend this wasted money on the dock.

Under normal circumstances, only the "express line" transporting fresh oysters from Ostlav to the kingdom's dignitaries would rush to the shore at night.

The owners of these express ships are extremely rich and often provide support to the port department.

The latter reciprocated the favor. Every time he received news, he would arrange a few guards to hold oil lamps to help illuminate, guide the road, and disperse drunkards and idlers blocking the road.

The guards who were on duty could not only receive rewards from the ministry, but also receive rewards from the ship owners when guarding the oysters. Naturally, they were very happy to take such a trip.

However, the guards tonight had no such luck.

They were simply completing their night patrol of the pier.

The two guards held an old oil lamp in their left hand and a long gun in their right hand.

It can be seen from their vigilant looks that today's port area is no longer as busy and peaceful as described in the classicist Lunt Dogg's "Sea of ​​Silence".

The night wind blew the swaying ropes on the pier, making an eerie clicking sound in the wind.

The planks on the boats, large and small, that had already docked groaned, as if telling the story of their struggles in the rough waves.

The sea water slapped against the shore rocks of the pier, making waves of stirring sounds.

When approaching Pier [-], the two guards heard a small sound and slowed down at the same time.

This place is far away from the main road and belongs to the area of ​​the old dock.

"Brother Joseph, is there anyone there?" The guard walking on the left asked hesitantly towards his companion on the right, his eyes looking forward involuntarily.

There are many figures in front of Pier [-] under the dark curtain, as well as Pier [-] and Pier [-] further ahead.

How come there are so many people concentrated in the old dock that is almost abandoned? !

Unlike the patrolman's surprise, his companion Joseph obviously knew more and his expression was much calmer:

"Roel, don't talk too much."

"We patrol, don't worry about other things!"

Seeing Rohr shut his mouth immediately and follow his footsteps obediently, the older Joseph felt relieved.

When he was drinking with the captain last year, the other party told him to be extra vigilant during the past six months while he was still drunk.

Several groups of "grey robe men" will come to "Dwenzell" one after another. As long as they don't do anything too outrageous, just ignore them.

However, these gray-robed men caused quite a disturbance as soon as they arrived in "Dwenzell", and the incident caused a sensation.

I heard that many students from Devonzell University left the city because of this.

Later, it may have been the intervention of high-level officials in the city who restrained these arrogant and high-profile men in gray robes.

But that was it, no one was arrested or convicted.

It is said that the superiors have designated a new location for them at the old dock.

Joseph had also carried out the order to drive away the homeless people living in the dilapidated houses on the old dock.

Probably just to make room for the gray robe people.

In fact, their activities in the old dock area are already a semi-open secret among the guards. Experienced old people will consciously fool them when inspecting the old dock.

But Rohr next to him is a genuine newcomer and has only been in the team for a week.

Joseph had a good impression of the honest and diligent Rolle, so he took care of him.

Of course, this was purely because Joseph was a kind and upright man.

It has nothing to do with Rolle having a beautiful sister.

As we continue along the shore road toward Pier [-], we can hear increasingly clear conversations in unfamiliar languages.

The men in gray robes who obviously did not belong to the "Kingdom of Spruit" lined up under the command of the leader.

The men's robes appeared to be made of soft linen, wide and fluffy, wrapping their bodies in it.

The hem of the robe is decorated with various silver-white strange symbols and patterns, forming mysterious and complex circuits.

The leader's clothes and accessories are extraordinary, and his higher status among the gray robes can be seen at a glance.

The silver armband on his arm showed a deep chill.

The handle of the short knife worn at the waist is inlaid with dazzling gems.

His skin is light brown, his cheekbones are high, and his face is strong and wild.

In the deep-set eye sockets, the eyes are like amber gems, hiding endless darkness.

He has thick long hair that hangs naturally on his shoulders.

Such "sloppy dressing" can only be seen on the homeless people in the kingdom.

The leader just stood there, the incomprehensible words in his mouth like some kind of spell, helping him connect with the power of the evil god and the essence of darkness.

The other men in gray robes followed the leader's instructions extremely docilely and formed a line in a certain pattern.

It's like unruly beasts being organized under the leadership of the head beast.

Rohr had never seen such a scene before and subconsciously took a second look.

As a result, he met the leader's eyes.

Just one glance at those ruthless and cruel eyes seemed to kill Rolle's soul.

The rookie guard was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head.

Fortunately, the leader made no move next.The other gray-robed men in the queue had no time to pay attention to the two guards.

Rohr, led by Joseph, quickly passed through this area.

Joseph didn't notice anything strange about Rohr, he just set an example and kept marching forward.

The two followed closely and inspected Pier [-] and Pier [-] at a very fast pace.

The situation there is similar to Pier [-], where there are also densely packed gray-robed people.

Although Joseph only glanced at it, he was still frightened by it.

He knew that several groups of gray-robed men had come to "Dwenzell", but he didn't expect that there were so many of them in the city now.

The increasingly frequent theft and robbery problems in the port area are basically related to them, but in the end, even if the evidence is conclusive, the superiors will not allow arrest.

Joseph sighed silently in his mind.

Even if you know they are the source of the disaster, what's the use?

I am a native of Devonzell, I love this city, and I am proud to have grown up in this soil of art, and I am unwilling to let others tarnish or destroy it.

But he is just a guard in the port area.

The big shots have their own considerations, so how can a small guard have room to interrupt?
Since the arrival of the men in gray robes was allowed by the upper echelons of "Dwenzell", no matter how hard Joseph tried to defend his hometown, it was meaningless.

It's better to save your energy and go to the pub to have two more drinks.

I can still sleep peacefully at night.

"Brother Joseph, Brother Joseph, did you hear that voice?"

Suddenly, Rohr's excited shout broke Joseph's melancholy.

At this time, the two of them had already embarked on the return journey and were almost at the fifth pier.

Joseph's footsteps subconsciously stopped with Rohr on the dark moss-covered shore rocks.

He followed Rohr's line of sight and looked toward the endless darkness ahead on the left.

Faintly, I seemed to hear something.

But after completely meditating, everything became silent again.

Only the sound of the waves still echoed.

Rohr waved the hand holding the spear a few times and smiled sheepishly at Joseph:
"Brother Joseph, I'm sorry, maybe I just heard wrong."

"I thought there was some movement."

Joseph shook his head and frowned.

He stared blankly at the sea in front of him, waiting quietly.

Seabirds flew by, leaving behind a crisp chirp.

The distant chime of the city hall clock came.

Change happened!

The lighthouse in the harbor turned its light.

It illuminated the sea area where strange noises seemed to come from sideways.

In the sight of the two inconspicuous guards, on the dark sea, a spectacular and terrifying scene suddenly appeared——

That's a connected Carrick sailing warship!
These Carrick warships suddenly revealed their true colors in the darkness, like ghosts from another era.

They were distributed and arranged into a large and dense formation.

Each Carrick warship is magnificent and majestic, like a floating fortress, aiming to conquer the entire ocean.

The four huge and strong masts on the ship stand there, making people unable to help but sigh at their own insignificance.

On the foremast and topmast of the battleship, several horizontal sails were unfolded against the wind, breaking the silence of the night.

These giant warships moved slowly forward on the sea, weaving between the waves.

If the light from the lighthouse hadn't illuminated their outlines, people at the dock wouldn't have noticed the clues until they completely reached the shore.

The waves hit the solid and thick hull of the battleship, as weakly as pebbles hitting rocks.

Joseph already understood that the strange sound that Rohr and himself heard just now was the sound of the Carrick battleship breaking the wind.

It's just that because of the slow speed of the boat or other factors, they couldn't hear clearly.

"Brother Joseph!" The sudden change almost made Roel speechless.

It was obviously him who heard the sound first, but at this moment he acted several times more shocked than Joseph.

Seeing Rohr tremblingly pointing to the rows of giant ships that covered the sky and the moon with his hand holding the oil lamp, Joseph patted him on the shoulder:

"Now that we have discovered an abnormal situation, we should seize the time and report back to the outpost."

"Other things are beyond our control."

Joseph's answer made Rohr's eyes widen. The rookie guard quickly glanced at the approaching warship again, as if to confirm that he was not dreaming, and then shouted to Joseph loudly:
"Brother Joseph, this is the Carrick battleship! It's a battleship!"

"A battleship is approaching Devonzel's port!"

Joseph nodded calmly, then took steps to return to the outpost:

"I know it is a battleship, so am I not rushing back to report to Lord Dus?"

Rohr's hand holding the oil lamp waved wildly in front of Joseph, as if to wake up this good brother beside him:

"Brother Joseph, this is not the time to take your time!"

"What if the enemy comes over?!"

Joseph sighed softly:
"Roel, this is not an enemy."

"Rather, he might be a friend of our Devonzel people."

Rolle followed Joseph side by side. When he heard this, his mouth opened slightly, and then he asked incredulously:
"Brother Joseph, how do you know this?"

"How can any enemy force pass through the Royal Navy garrison on Korn Island and hit Devonzell?"

Joseph's understatement made Rohr speechless.

Yes, less than an hour's sail west of "Dwenzell" is Korn Island.

The First, Third and Fourth Fleets of the Royal Navy are stationed there.

It is the seat of the main strength of the kingdom's navy.

The small islands around Cohen Island are even densely covered with naval sentries.

The fleet of Carrick warships in front of them was indeed huge, but it was only the size of a fleet in the kingdom.

There is absolutely no chance of crossing Korn Island and hitting "Dwenzell".

But by the way, why does this arriving Carrick battleship look so familiar?
Joseph's eyes passed over Rohr who was deep in thought, and then looked back at the fleet that was obviously gathering towards the old dock, praying silently in his heart:

"No matter what this Kingdom fleet with its flag removed is going to do, just pick up more gray-robed men!"

"It would be better even if the men in gray robes are allowed to trample on other people's places."

"Get out of my home!"

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