Chapter 404： deja vu

"Steel, guns and the industrial party across the world (

"Is this the Northwest Bay?"

At the pier of Fulan Port, a group of people dressed as merchants stepped off the merchant ship. The leader was a woman. After seeing the row upon row of merchant ships in the port and the busy porters, she sighed.

"Sister Sylvia, this place looks pretty good."

A child who looked like he was only in his teens looked left and right, with an excited expression on his face.

This group of people is from Jiaowan De Serbia Ascitini and others. There are 10 people in their group, 4 men and 6 women.

After the Tantric Society promised to provide help, many people in the refuge camp were willing to join the Tantric Society to seek asylum, while others returned to the folks to hide because of the suspension of the hunt for wizards along the coast of Jiaowan, and the rest After repeated discussions, Ren accepted Sylvia's proposal, and traveled across the ocean to the Northwest Gulf.

"Roggins, don't run around!"

A grey-haired, elderly man reached out and grabbed the boy who was about to have fun, and turned to Servia and said, "Miss Ashitini, let's wait for you at the pier first."

"Okay, old Odd, don't let everyone run around, I'll come when I go."

Old Odd had a good relationship with everyone in the company, and Sylvia was relieved to hand over her companion to him. She pulled her hood and walked quickly to the east.

After asking several passers-by, Sevia came to the gate of a warehouse and shouted loudly, "Is Mr. McKinley here?"

The busy workers all focused their attention when they heard her weird Aldo language.

"Miss, do you have business with Mr. McKinley?"

"Yes, please inform me that a person surnamed Assitini is looking for him."

After a while, Liszt's colleague McKinley trotted up to Servia.

"Welcome, welcome, this beautiful lady must be Miss Sevia."

Sevia smiled and nodded to him, "Hi, Mr. McKinley, it's me."

"Haha, I received a letter from Liszt two weeks ago. I didn't expect that he could introduce so many alchemists to settle in the Northwest Bay. 'High-level talents' like you... Oh, Lord Earl will definitely reward you when he finds out. He's got a lot of money."

"You are overrated."

"I have helped you find a store and a place to stay according to the instructions in the letter. The price is absolutely fair and reasonable. Moreover, it is in a neighborhood where people from Jiaowan live, and it will definitely make you feel like going back to your hometown."

"That's great, Liszt said that as long as I ask you, it will be fine."

Sevia took out a small bag from her arms, and there was a crisp sound of metal colliding inside.

"This is our small gesture to reward you for your hard work during these days."

McKinley quickly evaded: "How embarrassing, since you are Liszt's friends, that is, my friends, it is right to help you."

"We still have a lot to trouble you in the future, please be sure to accept it."

"Hey! Then I'm embarrassed."

After some pushback, McKinley accepted the bag a little embarrassedly. A bump in weight, wow! Are alchemists so rich?

Soon he and Sevia went to the pier to retrieve the others and came to visit the selected store.

The group was very satisfied, and immediately made a delivery with the original owner.

"Ah, we finally settled down in a serious place."

Old Odd found a chair and sat down, feeling comfortable all over his body. For an elderly man like him, living a life of wandering at sea for nearly a month was a serious crime.

"Mr. McKinley."

After the partners looked for a place to rest, Sevia pulled McKinley aside.

"I heard people on the street talking about the 'switching ceremony', what's going on?"

"Oh, that's what you said. Did you know that our lord, Earl Paul Greyman, has established a customs union with four other neighboring lords, and customs duties will naturally be exempted within the alliance. In the future, everyone It will be more convenient for the exchange of commodities. This ceremony will be held in three days, near a checkpoint at the border between Arda and Larnaca in the south. At that time, the Customs Union will be officially declared to take effect."

"Really?" Sevia understood that she already knew a lot about the Northwest Gulf Customs Union, because Liszt talked about it every day.

Maybe I should go and see this ceremony, and I can tell Liszt about it later.

…

Three days later, she finally got her wish.

At the junction of Arda and Larnaca, colorful flags fluttered, and on both sides of the barriers, besides circles of people, there were horse-drawn carriages full of various goods. .

The five lords stepped onto a temporary podium and delivered short speeches one by one.

According to Liszt's daily description, Sevia recognized Earl Paul Greiman standing in the middle, he was really young.

"Gentlemen, the checkpoints between the various territories in the alliance will no longer be an obstacle to trade! I declare that we will remove them!"

In the end, it was Paul Grayman who made the conclusion. Following his order, the barricade that was still on the road was moved aside by a group of people.

"Long live!"

There were bursts of cheers on both sides of the checkpointAmidst the din of people, businessmen on both sides drove their carriages to the opposite side to sell their goods. Although they usually take this road, today's ceremony is of great significance.

Soon the junction turned into a temporary market, people walked around, picking out their favorite products, and there were also many bards performing performances, creating a festive atmosphere.

According to the ancient tradition, representatives of merchants ran up to the podium to offer grain to the lords, and the lords accepted it with a smile.

Sevia stood far away on the side of the road, looking at the young Earl Greiman on the stage, wanting to observe how the lord worshiped by Liszt was different. According to Liszt, what happened in the Northwest Gulf in recent years All the changes in the world were brought about by this magical lord.

But gradually, she was attracted by a person beside the count.

More precisely, a woman.

The dress of a scholar, the wide-brimmed pointed hat on his head, and the long emerald green hair under the hat.

You can't be wrong, although you can't see the face clearly, but all other features point to a certain person in your memory.

"Sir, who is the woman dressed as a scholar next to Earl Greyman?"

She asked in a low voice to the people watching the excitement around her.

"Are you talking about Miss Ladi Setia? Oh, she is not simple. She is a government official in charge of education under our lord. Oh, she is young, she is a woman, and she is a foreigner from the corner, But being able to be entrusted with important tasks by the lord, I really hope that my daughter can be so promising when she grows up." The person who answered looked hopeful.

But his words made Sevia feel like being struck by lightning.

"From Horn Bay?"

She murmured the words over and over again.

is it you?

The Blue Witch.