Chapter 588

Zotland.

Port Dylan.

The current garrison officer, Burton manra, is a middle-aged fat man with two small moustaches. He is wearing a white wig and a thick layer of powder on his face. He is so bloated that his original dress is almost cracked.

At this time, he kept wiping the sweat on his face with a handkerchief: "the Empire... The Empire has become like this. I'm just involved in the vortex when I go back now."

Compared with this, even the colonial development task that once made him feel painful has become lovely.

Besides, how much effort did it take him to build this port Dylan from scratch?

It's said that it's still "Hicks" who have just squeezed into the upper class society. He's very unwilling to give it to an outsider.

"My lord... According to the itinerary estimation, the passenger ship under your highness Rhode will arrive in these two days."

Secretary Calvin pushed the door in and bowed, "and... These documents need your signature."

Although wireless telegraphy can not cross the ocean due to some difficulties, and it is impossible to set up cross ocean wired telegraphy, the empire is only equipped with a few experiments, which is in a state of time and failure, especially in the telegraphy of the dark continent.

However, it has gradually become popular in China. When Sulu saw the telegraph office in the Chris Empire, his first reaction was whether he had given himself patent fees. However, later, when he thought about the bad relationship between the Empire and the White Eagle Federation, he knew there was no hope.

However, technology is not good, and there are mysterious supplements.

By using some magical items and paying a certain price, you can still make real-time contact between the Empire and the colony of the dark continent.

The agenda of rod and his party was leaked out in this way.

"Damn... I'll take the guard and gold coins... Take everything I can, and I won't leave it to the thief..."

Burton flung his handkerchief to the ground.

Just then, cheers came from outside the window.

"The sound..."

Bolton pushed Calvin away and came to the window in three or two steps.

The garrison house is very close to the port. His office is very high and can directly overlook the harbor.

At this time, we can see that a steam sail hybrid ship has slowly emerged from the sea level, and there are several sail ships flying the flag of Chris Empire behind.

Many imperial citizens frantically waved their hats and shirts to the fleet to express their inner excitement.

Ocean going passenger ships have not only brought letters and specialties from their hometown, but also may be about to carry their hope and return to their hometown.

"Jinhua? So fast?"

Looking at the huge letters on the ship, Bolton's expression became more gloomy: "come... Let's meet the 'guest'!"

Because the colonies were too far away and the Empire could not effectively control them, almost every local garrison official was undoubtedly a "local emperor". In addition, the situation was bad, not arrogant and domineering, and he could hardly survive without anything. Every official was an executioner and butcher, and ruthlessness and ruthlessness were essential qualities.

Calvin felt cold, but he saluted and retreated.

Half an hour later.

Burton came to the dock with a group of soldiers in bright red uniforms, white feathers in hats and guns.

He is prepared to give the new official a reprimand when he is in trouble, but also to buy time for his transfer of materials.

If the other party doesn't cooperate, he doesn't mind politely 'inviting' the other party to live in a quiet courtyard for a period of time.

'but...' dying of illness' would be better? Anyway, there were many strange plagues in the colony, and the curse of hypocrites! The new garrison was unfortunate and the whole family was killed... I can stay here and don't have to go back to the Empire to make a choice... "

There was a twinkle in Bolton's small eyes.

"Something's wrong, my Lord."

Just then Calvin came forward.

"What's wrong?" Burton whispered.

"Those sailboats... Don't look like frigates..." Calvin replied, "it may be the camouflage of pirate ships... But it doesn't matter. We have guards and shore defense guns. I will also protect adults."

"Wait and see..." Bolton was expecting the Jinhua to be robbed by pirates.

But when the suspension bridge was down and a group of tourists came down with a smile, he knew that his expectations had failed.

With a fierce stare at Calvin, Bolton walked forward with a smile on his face: "is that Mr. Downton?"

"Mr. Downton is ordering his servants to pack up and come down later."

When a seaman saw the officer here, he couldn't help answering.

"I see."

Bolton was a little dissatisfied. Before long, he saw a group of people come down from the ship, ahead of a noble in his thirties.

Although I was wearing a dress, I couldn't hide the feeling of coarseness.

"Hum..."

Bolton snorted coldly and came forward to salute with a smile: "Sir Downton, welcome."

"Good day, Baron manra."

Rod was a little bored, but he still saluted Bolton with aristocratic etiquette.

ANFI hugged Rowling and looked around curiously.

"The weather here is much hotter than the Empire. How can you keep two beautiful ladies waiting here? I've prepared a banquet for you. The vanilla ice cream on it is very good."

Burton laughed.

"There's no need for the banquet. First deal with the handover. I'm going to inspect the barracks and warehouses and bring the withdrawal order of the Empire. Besides... You're no longer a local garrison officer, sir."

Rod put a rolled up document printed with hot paint into Bolton's hand, regardless of the other party's iron blue face.

"Too... Too much."

After Bolton reacted, Tieqing's face turned red: "are you insulting an imperial Baron?"

"No, it's just the order of the military headquarters. It's really urgent."

Rod shrugged his shoulders, looked at the soldiers behind Bolton and his increasingly ugly face, and sneered.

Behind him, a group of Pirates appeared, pulled out their weapons and confronted the soldiers.

"This... This is a pirate? Red tiger, ghost face?" Calvin's voice was a little angry.

"No, they are my soldiers! I recruit soldiers with local garrison authority!"

Rod smiled grimly, "Baron manra, are you going to fight me?"

A cold sweat immediately appeared on Bolton's face.

Even if he also mastered the shore defense gun and a barracks, it was different from the quiet house arrest of the other party in the imagination.

Once a large-scale exchange of fire begins, it will be impossible to hide it.

Attacking a new officer is treason!

"My men will take over the barracks and warehouses, as well as your garrison house..."

Rod stepped forward and patted Calvin on the shoulder: "is this your secretary? Yes, you can follow me in the future, ha ha..."

After a group of people left, Bolton clenched his teeth and looked at his secretary: "didn't you say you're a great professional? Why is it useless?"

"But..." Calvin said with a bitter smile, "the other party is also a professional, or a master. I'm afraid I can't win... Sir, we've lost..."