Chapter 133

Tuxedo, wig, top hat, pure white gloves with gold lines outlined on the edge, shiny pointed leather shoes, and the umbrella sword disguised as etiquette accessories treasured in the captain's room

From the morning of the next day, Lorraine changed into a full dress for the first time after cross dressing. The hair color under her wig was like bits of broken gold. At first glance, she came from the pavement of rich aristocratic elegance.

He was well prepared for the meeting with the strange count.

But he always feels uncomfortable

Are you too concerned about the eccentricity of the smuggling count?

Or is it true that this tried and tested outfit in the European aristocratic circle has problems that have not been found?

What's the problem?

He doesn't understand.

This kind of blankness and ignorance made him feel like a lump in his throat. Subconsciously, he leaned on his umbrella and picked up the fake beard on his chin.

"Noah."

"HMM." the witch who was helping him tidy the folds answered quietly.

Lolin Shua turned back, bent over and bowed his head: "please help me have a careful look. Is there something wrong with me?"

"Ah?"

In the twinkling of an eye, she was suddenly attacked. As soon as Noah looked up, she found that Lorraine's eyes were close.

They were so close that their brown eyes hung in front of them, reflecting a flustered Roma girl in black and white.

Noah was in a panic. She blushed and lowered her head. She put her head against Lorraine's chest. She wanted to penetrate in and hide her whole head into the body cavity in front of her, so as to avoid those tantalizing eyes.

White ears are still on her shoulder.

The two strange humans pushed the little black cat forward, one forward, two forward, like holding together.

White ear lay half on Noah's shoulder and tried to stretch out his little claws to pull Noah's clothes. He wanted to pull himself out of their shoulders, but he couldn't pull himself out, and even felt like falling.

It was so bad that it held its throat and shouted desperately, "meow? Meow!"

"Is there a problem..." Lorraine didn't notice the key of the matter at all and straightened up in doubt, "but where is the problem?"

"Is it a beard?"

Haina walked into the cabin with Carmen in full dress, looked around and gave reasonable suggestions.

"The beard is not the key," Lorraine shook his head. "Although the beard is not the style that gentlemen like, it doesn't look very abrupt when I saw Karen wearing a dress before."

"It's an umbrella." Carmen saw the problem at a glance. "Lorraine Drake received English aristocratic education from childhood and it's understandable to use an umbrella instead of a walking stick, but Edward KENWAY is the third generation pioneer of New France. He can't get in touch with this non mainstream English habit anyway."

"It's an umbrella sword? That's troublesome..." Lorraine was stunned for a long time. "Doesn't it mean that Edward KENWAY can't carry self-defense weapons on any etiquette occasions in the future?"

"Only tuxedos are not suitable for swords." Carmen came up, took Lorraine's umbrella sword and put it aside. "Captain, I think you can prepare a vintage dress."

"Retro? Feather hats and suspenders?"

"And high heels, suede dresses and bubble sleeved shirts," Carmen pointed to his face. "Then you can put some rouge on your face, which will make your cross dressing more perfect."

"Send someone to the port to buy a cane." Lorraine did not hesitate to refuse Carmen's proposal. "I Lorraine Drake will never wear suspenders or rouge on my face even if I die outside!"

Because of this episode, Lorraine and Carmen were not able to get into the carriage until noon.

The horses who pulled the cart clattered on the uneven slate road of New Orleans, shaking and tortuous to the barracks in the suburbs, bringing a very uncomfortable driving experience.

But Lorraine can't blame Karen who rented the carriage.

It is not the poor skills of the coachman he hired, but the poor road conditions in New Orleans, which are rare in the world.

The city is built on a whole wet and muddy swamp. Huge pits can be seen everywhere on the good slate Road, bulging around and falling at the bottom of the pit, destroying the road that should have been flat.

No matter how good the car is, it can't gallop along the horse under such road conditions. All they can do is change direction, detour, turn corners and wipe corners again and again along the track of the pit, which is very much like the posture of a sailing warship cutting the wind under the cross wind.

Lorraine's mood was even more depressed: "New Orleans should be rich in sailors and sailors. After all, each of them is used to cutting the wind in the aisle..."

"Who knows?" Carmen laughed. "Maybe they just enjoy the ups and downs, just like the good count of France likes smuggling."

Understatement, Carmen leads the topic back to where everyone doubts.

"When we get to the barracks, we have to find a chance to find out." Lorraine sighed and shook his head. "If something goes wrong, it's a demon. An earl runs smuggling. It can't be just because of his hobby."

"Who knows..."

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More than an hour later, Lorraine finally arrived at the French barracks on the northern outskirts of New Orleans.

There are a lot of people here.

Nearly a hundred gentlemen in gowns lined up outside the barracks. The long line was blocked by a virtual roadblock, winding like a python, so long that the end of the line could not see the head of the line.

Lorraine looked at it in amazement. "Carmen, do you think there will be so many smugglers in New Orleans?"

"Impossible!" Carmen obviously had never seen such a battle. "There are no more than 100 merchant ships on the wharf. It's impossible that the people on one ship have to queue up separately?"

"The count is becoming more and more invisible..."

Lorraine poked his head out and asked the driver about the situation. Only then did he know that the long dragon in front of the French military camp was a normal phenomenon. The French even set up a special parking lot for their visitors, which was guided by special sergeants on a flat ground not far from Lake Pontchartrain.

And the parking lot is half a kilometer away from the entrance of the military camp

Waiting for the car to stop, Lorraine helped Carmen out of the car, looked at the queue from a distance, and stopped the guided Sergeant as soon as he raised his hand.

"Sir, I still have a job." the stopped Sergeant looked cold.

Lorraine tinkled a shilling.

"My work is very important. If groups of carriages are gathered outside the barracks, the captain will whip me."

There was another Ding, and the gold pound glittered in the sun.

The sergeant was dazzled by the golden reflection, and there was no previous determination in his voice: "Sir, my family really needs this job. If I lose my job, the children will starve."

"Mr. officer." Carmen opened his handbag with a smile, took out a small money bag and stuffed it into the sergeant's uniform pocket. "We don't have many problems. We won't delay you too long."

The heavy feeling passed to the sergeant's shoulder, making his will more and more weak.

"Sir, I'm just a little sergeant. The news I know is not worth so much money..."

"I know your message may not be valuable, but my time is very valuable." Lorraine looked at the long line with disgust and spit out pure French. "If I have to queue in the sun like those fools, I need a proper reason to convince myself."