The old man in outdated clothes disappeared on the platform like a shadow dissipating in the sun, but the coins in his palm still had a warm feeling. The young man blinked his eyes and finally realized his surprise after a few seconds.

He subconsciously rubbed the coins in his hand and then stuffed them into his pocket. As a cost of a way-inquiry, the income was already considerable. According to purchasing power, it was even more than the days when he was selling "information" to adventurers in the streets and alleys of the town. Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but smack his lips.

Adventurers, "information", directions, rewards for a coin... Thinking about it carefully, it really makes me feel a little back to my old feeling.

He curled his lips and moved his legs and feet that were a little sore because he had been wandering on the platform for too long. With the already sparse flow of people, he walked towards the exit. Not far from him, a freight train, which was much more rugged than the conventional passenger train, was parked next to the cargo platform. The large sliding door on one side of the car had already slid open to the side. The loaders and unloaders who were ready to go immediately stepped forward under the command of the foreman and transferred the full load of supplies in the car to the trailer.

The bearded foreman stood next to the loading and unloading area, directing his work while looking at the crates with uniform specifications. On the seal on the side of the wooden box, the emblem of the Community Alliance can be clearly seen.

In the North Port Pier area, Victoria, the Duke of Northland, was standing on a platform. The drizzle was blowing towards the platform under the breeze, but before getting close, it was changed direction by invisible force. Only the cold wind was left surrounding the duke. She raised her head and looked at the vast sea surface slightly undulating outside the pier. A dim and hazy sky light enveloped the sea, allowing the distant scenery to be hidden in the thin sea fog. In the face of this power of nature, even the keen vision of the extraordinary was useless, but she still looked there, as if she could see something through the hazy fog and sky light.

It was the direction of the eternal storm that once occupied only a year ago, and there was a miraculous storm that had not dissipated for millions of years. The miraculous storm blocked the gaze of snooping. When the weather was clear, people on the mainland could even see the cloud walls that were spreading from the sea level and spreading to the sky, as if supporting the entire sky.

But now, the storm that was once considered an irreversible force of nature has completely dissipated. The mysterious kingdom behind the storm has opened the door to the mortals in the Loren continent, even Victoria Wilder, the "Snow Lord" can't help but want to sigh at the wonder of fate at this moment.

"The last batch of supplies today has been unloaded on the platform," a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the side, causing Victoria to retract her gaze to look at the sea. "This batch of supplies comes from mosswood forest. Including the batches that arrived yesterday and the day before yesterday, it has exceeded the expected target. Next, the only thing left is to transport them to Tallong." The fastest update is::/

Victoria turned her head and saw Byron standing beside her with a messy hair on her head. The Imperial Marshal had a pleasant smile on his face and was looking at the sea outside the port with an admiring look. A very majestic officer cloak was placed behind him, but he wore it like a bandit.

"The weather is not good," the duke turned his head and nodded slightly to the gloomy sky in the distance. "In my experience, there may be a storm waiting for you tomorrow."

"But our Siren Navigators pledged to make sure the weather would be clear tomorrow," Byron shrugged, "and the Nagas said the same."

"...The deep-sea creatures have different understandings of good weather than those of us on land," the Duke could not help but frown, "especially those siren."

"Then we can make a bet, I believe in my Navigator, you believe in your experience," Byron laughed, "How about betting on a pound?"

"No interest," Victoria said casually, "I never bet with anyone."

Byron shrugged his shoulders boredly, and his eyes turned to the dock not far away. In the long dock extending along the coast, a total of six of the most advanced cargo magic mechanical ships are floating smoothly on the sea surface like small mountains. The hidden cargo warehouses under the deck of four of the ships are now open. With the operation of a series of mechanical devices, a large amount of grain is transferred from the giant trucks on the dock to the cabin like flowing water. Another loading and unloading team is busy next to the remaining two ships, transferring a large number of sealed wooden boxes to the stack area on the deck.

At this moment, the drizzle was still floating, but a thin layer of energy shield rose from the dock area, covering the entire loading and unloading operation area in the protective cover. The shield generators shone with a light blue light at the top of the steel and concrete protective wall. As long as they are still running, the dock operation area can ensure good dry and wind-free conditions.

Next to another pier farther from the cargo ship, the towering mechanical warship "The Winter" with its head was staring at this scene like a silent giant. The high magic wings and the imposing fort stood proudly, and there were two smaller frigates on the deck, anchored next to the main giant ship, and the supply operations were in full swing.

At this increasingly busy Beigang Wharf, loading and unloading and supply operations of a large number of ships are almost day and night. Especially after the summer, the huge economic stimulus brought by the route around the mainland has allowed businessmen with some ability to participate in this feast. The continuous operation of Beigang has become a real city that never sleeps. The loading and unloading scenes on the wharf are almost accustomed to many people.

But the six cargo ships that are carrying out shipments are extremely special, even so special that they can allow the Grand Duke of the North and the Supreme Chief of the Imperial Navy to come and supervise them personally. The reason is very simple: these ships will truly break the "barrier" that blocked the mortals in the Loren continent for hundreds of years. They carry a significant mission, a mission that can even be said to have laid the cornerstone of the Community Alliance. They will sail towards Tarlong.

This is a more challenging navigation mission than opening a continental route. What they want to challenge is the distant sea after crossing the "offshore calm line" and a dangerous sea area that is "furious, disorderly, and unchallenging" in traditional cognition.

"I can't believe that we will actually challenge the far sea..." After a long silence, the Duchess of Victoria finally couldn't help but say, "And the first challenge was such a large scale, and the goal was the hometown of the dragon that was once a legend... If time goes back a few years, someone mentioned this kind of thing to me, I will definitely release the mentally retarded identification technique to him as soon as possible."

"And there is such a spell?" Byron's idea was obviously not on the same plane as the Duchess. "What's the use of this kind of weird-sounding spell?"

"Yes, and it is a very useful spell," Duke Victoria glanced at the Marshal beside her. "It is necessary for the large family to identify the intellectual potential of the heirs early to avoid wasting huge training resources. Such spells are specially used to select the descendants of nobles under the age of six. In the old days, almost all large families above the earl would use this method to review their heirs." The fastest update::

"...Magic is really convenient," Byron curled his lips, "but this thing sounds really unkind."

"It's really ruthless, and the practice of concentrating all resources at least a few elites and abandoning the vast majority of ordinary children is contrary to the philosophy of education and talent reserves promoted by His Majesty," Victoria said expressionlessly, "but you have to admit that sometimes, this effective screening method still has its place."

Byron shrugged and quickly lost interest in the topic. He focused his attention on the upcoming long-distance mission. After thinking for a little, he said: "Your Majesty attaches great importance to this long-distance mission. This is not only a demonstration of the strength of the alliance and the new order, but also a test of the series of efforts we have made in North Port so far. To be honest, I am not worried about this voyage itself, but I am not very relieved that North Port is different from the mission we performed on the offshore of Tifeng. After being away from land, communication between the entire fleet and the land will be interrupted."

"You can trust me," said the Duchess in a deep voice. "In this land, there has never been a snowflake beyond the control of the Wilder family."

Byron was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "...then I'll feel relieved."

Then, he looked at the sea again, and on the weather-beaten face of this "mercenary knight", a expression of seriousness and expectation coexistence gradually emerged.

He knew that what he would perform was probably the most risky challenge in his half life. He led his companions to explore ancient ruins and monster nests. In the old era, his long voyage would even be regarded as a suicide move. However, with the addition of Naga technicians and Siren Navigators and the ocean-going navigation technology they brought, this long voyage has now been possible. More importantly, they will have a group of dragons to escort this trip. The suicide voyage in the past may now become a feat that can be recorded in history books.

If those former companions who took risks together were still there... would they give themselves a cup of this epic adventure?

While thinking, Byron couldn't help but look forward to the distant Tallond.

...

Near the center of Beigang, in the first floor hall of the "Far North Exploration and Development Group Report" which was nicknamed "Adventurers Guild" by merchants and travelers, the once lively windows gradually became deserted because the time was approaching evening.

The ringtone of the dingling ring suddenly came, and the sleepy girl who was sitting behind the registration window suddenly woke up and looked towards the door with an unexpected look.

An old man wearing a short black robe, a black soft hat on his head and a white hair and beard stood there. After looking around in the hall for a while, he took big steps towards him.

The short black robes are no longer very popular in this era. After all, even the wizards who were famous in the past have pursued the concept of popularity. Nowadays, various "modern dresses" lined with rune mezzanine and magic silk thread are quickly replacing the old-fashioned mage robes that were inconvenient to move. They have the same casting effect and modern beautiful shapes. But for the registrants who have often dealt with adventurers recently, this kind of old-looking outfit is still uncommon. Their practicality and durability have been tested. For adventurers, they are more accustomed to using equipment they have used to, rather than rashly entrust their lives to "fashionable things".

But adventurers of such an old age are not that common.

A trace of doubt appeared in his heart. The girl behind the registration window was still immediately energetic and showed a formulaic smile after the old mage approached: "Hello, what can help you?"

"Register to be an adventurer to Tallond," said the old mage, with a very easy-going attitude, not as arrogant as those who are also older traditional mages, who are hard to get rid of their life-long accumulation. "Is it called the Far North Exploration and Development Group?"

"You want to register as..." The girl was stunned for a moment, and her eyes under her short red hair couldn't help but sweep it twice on the old wizard, "Are you sure you want to register as an adventurer? If you want to participate in the inspection tour group as a scholar, you can go to the next door..."

"It's an adventurer, I'm not too confused yet," the old mage waved his hand, then looked at the "Adventurer Instructions" hanging next to the registration window with some suspicion, "What? Is there a problem? Could it be that you have also limited the age limit for registration? I have carefully read the promotional materials when I came, and there should be no restrictions on it..."

"This... we do not limit the age limit." The girl was a little stunned and said subconsciously. At the same time, she suddenly felt that the regulation of not limiting the age limit of registration seemed to be a loophole. But then again, under normal circumstances, will there really be adventurers who are already seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old and still running out to take on the task?!

"It's good to say if you don't limit it," the old mage didn't know what the young girl was muttering in her heart. He showed a happy look on his face and reached out to the window, "Give me a registration form, little girl."

"This... OK," the girl nodded dizzyly, reached out to take a blank form from the side, and began to explain it as if she was professional inertia. "Please fill in your age, place of birth, occupation, adventure time and whether you have a team relationship, sign your last name and name here, and finally describe this rune here to leave your mark..."

"Okay, okay, I know. This set is actually not much different from the previous adventurers guild."

Before the girl could finish her words, the old mage waved his hand impatiently, picked up the form and took a quick look, then took the pen in front of the window to fill in it, but soon he frowned, and the tip of the pen passed by the paper while muttering: "Age here... I can't even remember it, I don't remember the place of birth, but the profession is fine, adventure time? Can I fill it out for centuries..."

The girl behind the window couldn't help but tremble while listening to the old master's mutter. She couldn't help but start to suspect that the old man in front of her was not an adventurer who came to register, but ran out of her home due to Alzheimer's disease. Fortunately, she was just receiving the call to the security guard seriously at this time, perhaps it might be more appropriate?

"If you don't remember, then just stay empty," the girl said as she thought about calling for security guards in her heart. This was to take care of the other party's emotions and prevent the poor old man from getting excited. "You should know how to fill in the last name, right?"

The girl’s idea is quite simple: if she has an accurate name, it may also help the old man find his family.

Hearing the registrar's words, the old mage frowned slightly, thought seriously, and muttered and wrote: "I can't remember the last name, although I'm sure I should have a last name... Well, Modir, signed it, is that okay?"
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