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Chapter 145 Storm Sea, Ghost Ship

Before coming to the South China Sea, Ryan had heard that the weather in this ocean was very changeable. At that time, he didn't have any specific concept, but now he finally has a personal experience.

When he arrived at the hotel, it was still sunny outside, but when he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the sun had disappeared, replaced by a thick cloud floating in the sky.

The clouds were moving fast, and it was clear that there was going to be a big storm coming tonight.

The wind blew up, shaking the trees.

While taking out new clothes from the sheepskin bag, Ryan looked at the scenery outside with great interest.

Unlike Layton, Port of Tello is considered prosperous, but its resident population is not large, only about 7 to [-] people. Ryan is not sure about the exact number, but it certainly does not exceed [-].

In Ryan's previous life, this kind of population was not even comparable to some remote small counties, but in Girvan it was already considered a relatively large city, like Layton, a huge city with a population of more than one million, every kingdom There are only a handful of them.

Putting on a black double-breasted dress, Ryan pondered for a moment, then took out a dark conical top hat from the warehouse, with a slender brim and a thin belt in front, which made him look more elegant.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he always felt that something was missing.

"Yes, the cane."

Ryan smiled, and took out a deep black metal cane. This cane was a gift from Harvey when he took him to the dinner party. The handle part has exquisite carved patterns, which fits well with his current attire.

Turning his gaze back to the full-length mirror again, Ryan nodded in satisfaction.

In the past two months in the grassland and the Gobi, he lived very carelessly, and even taking a bath was a luxury. Although he could spend a little money to stay and eat in small tribes passing by, but this vast grassland is too vast, and everyone Part of the time he is alone, and can only use the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed. Although he has no worries about food and clothing, it has nothing to do with refinement.

If conditions permit, Ryan doesn't mind spending some effort to dress himself up as a gentleman. After all, he is now the adjudicating priest of the Dawn Church and the bishop of Tynlenburg Church. It is not an exaggeration to call him "honorable" with such an identity .

Dressing well and paying attention to details is one of the social etiquette that the upper class must do.

The only fly in the ointment is that he does not have the status of a nobleman now.

This made Ryan sometimes think of what would happen now if he had agreed to the invitation of His Excellency Ebike?
Intrigue?Family struggle?
Thinking of this, he was glad that he didn't join the Ebike family, and he could only say that every gain has something to lose.

At seven o'clock, Ryan came out of the room and found that the strong wind that swayed the trees just now had calmed down a lot. Although it was still humming, it was no longer as violent as before. The strong wind had already knocked down several big trees. .

The wind rose early today, and although it was already dark, the candles on both sides of the road did not emit light within the scheduled time, and the bright moon hidden in the clouds was looming.

The thin mist gradually permeated, and the doors and windows of the surrounding mainly two-story houses were closed, dark and dull, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

Lane, holding a metal cane, strolled up the stairs of the hotel.

Like the surrounding houses, the hotel has only two floors. The upstairs is the room, and the downstairs is divided into two parts. The first half is a semi-open restaurant, which is also a tavern, while the second half is a partition. open hot springs.

As soon as Ryan arrived at the restaurant on the first floor, he found that the wind was howling outside, and the doors and windows near the ground were rattling.

"Really, the weather here is always so unstable." Someone complained.

"Good evening, Mr. Dylan."

Beside the bar, a man in a dark blue double-breasted long dress and a half-height silk top hat greeted Ryan. He looked about 30 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and two beautiful lips. Mustache, facial features are closer to northerners.

"Good evening, Mr. Sears." Ryan nodded with a smile.

Sears, whose full name is "Vaughan Sears," is a guest at the hotel today, like him.

It was an accident to get to know Sears. Ryan encountered some problems when checking in. He didn't expect that the hotel business in Porto, a small city, was so booming that he almost couldn't find a place to stay.

Fortunately, Sears was queuing behind him at the time. Seeing that he couldn't book a room, he invited Ryan to come to this relatively remote hotel. The owner of the hotel was an old man in his 50s. There is a scar on the neck, and he is still bald, but his temper is much better than it looks.

Seeing Ryan sitting at the bar, Sears smiled and said, "The sam wine in this hotel is very famous, do you want to try it?"

"Why not?" Ryan smiled.

"To be honest, although it's a bit impolite, you really don't look like a priest." Sears said with some emotion: "My impression of priests is more serious, usually a solemn and friendly image."

"Most importantly, they are all very old!"

Having said that, Sears looked at Ryan's outfit from head to toe again, and praised: "If Mr. Dylan hadn't told me himself, I couldn't believe that there is such a young priest in the Dawn Church."

"You're not the first person to say that." Ryan laughed.

While chatting, the bald boss brought the wine in front of the two of them.

In addition to sam wine, the restaurant also offers beef and mutton. It seems that because of the proximity to the prairie, pork is very rare here.

Of course, since it is a port, the most food must still be seafood.

After taking a sip of the rum, Sears narrowed his eyes slightly, and made clicks from time to time.

After a long time, Sears sighed and said, "Sure enough, the sam wine here is the most authentic." Then he looked at Ryan and said with a smile:
"Mr. Dylan, it looks like this is your first time in Port Tello?"

"Well, the first time." Ryan nodded, took a sip of the wine, a cold stimulation went down his esophagus into the stomach, and then slowly turned into a warm feeling that rushed around the body.

The feeling of alternating hot and cold made Ryan couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"For some reason, the church's senior management decided to arrange for me to go to the church in Tynlenburg." Ryan paused, glanced at the not-so-bustling restaurant, then looked at Sears and said:

"To be honest, the location of this hotel is not very good. It seems that Mr. Sears knows the Port of Tello very well, so he was able to find it here."

Ryan searched for two hotels but failed to book a room, but Sears was able to bring him here familiarly, obviously not the first time he came here.

"Tinlenburg? That place is not easy to mess with." Sears looked at Ryan strangely: "In fact, I used to be a captain. It is no exaggeration to say that there are no ports around the South China Sea that I am not familiar with." place."

"Captain?" Ryan looked at Sears in astonishment: "Why once?"

Although the South China Sea is an inland sea, it has a huge area. Port of Tello is just the port closest to the grassland. The number of ships sailing on this sea is no less than that of the sea north of Gwen.

If it is a serious merchant ship, even if the captain is just an ordinary person, the social status cannot be so low. They are key figures in business, exploration, and colonial activities, and they will maintain extensive contacts with nobles and commercial firms.

However, the person who can be a captain must have a similar family background and social status, at least he must be a minor nobleman.

"I can only tell you that what is hidden in this ocean is far from as calm as it seems." Sears sighed: "Although exploration is always exciting, when death really comes in front of me, I feel so sad." I don't think anyone can stay classy."

"At least I can't."

Sears drank the wine in his glass and was about to continue talking when someone suddenly greeted him.

Ryan waited for a while, and after Sears finished greeting, he continued to laugh:

"It's hard to imagine what happened to make Mr. Sears feel scared. Is there anything special about this ocean?"

Sears was about to nod his head to answer, when the man who greeted him took the lead and said with a smile:
"My friend, don't be fooled by this guy. He was indeed a captain before, but his ship sank before leaving the sea."

Ryan was stunned.

"Cough cough." Sears coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, looked at the person who dismantled him and said angrily, "Who said I haven't left the near sea? I've clearly entered the deep sea!"

Then he looked at Ryan and explained: "Don't listen to his nonsense, this guy is a landlubber, a coward who dares not even go to the beach."

Ryan had already figured out Sears' character initially, and didn't respond to his words. He still sat on the chair and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Sears, who was not interrupted, shook his head:
"Besides, I'm right. This ocean is far from being as calm as it appears on the surface."

"Thousands of years ago, there was no South China Sea here at all. This ocean was called the Sea of ​​Storms, and it was connected to the current open sea. At that time, if you wanted to go to the other side, there was no other way but to cross the Sea of ​​Storms."

"Until one day, a huge tsunami swept across this land. It is said that the waves were hundreds of meters high, like a completely invisible city wall, destroying countless city-states, and even spreading to the current grassland."

Sears looked to the west and continued:

"After the tide receded, the captain of the Prince Lawrence was the first to discover the Corridor of Death. Since then, there has only been a land route to Tynlenburg."

"Because of this tsunami, this large ship that was originally built to sail across the stormy sea was permanently left in the South China Sea, and it will never be able to complete its mission." Sears gloated a little.

"Of course, you can tell from the name that the Corridor of Death is not a safe route. It is no less dangerous than the sea. The only advantage is to avoid the tax inspection at the port."

It sounded like a huge submarine earthquake or continental plate drift. Ryan made a preliminary judgment.

Sears retracted his gaze and said casually:
"So the current South China Sea is no different from the stormy sea outside, and the climate is even more extreme. Every year, many ships disappear in this sea."

"You want to talk about ghost ships again?" The man next to him sneered.

"Ghost ship?" Ryan was stunned for a second.

"I saw it with my own eyes, can it be fake?" Sears choked, turned to look at Ryan and continued to explain:
"It is said that in the stormy sea, there is a terrifying ghost ship. It has no crew, no passengers, and even no purpose. It is just like a ghost, drifting forever in the stormy sea."

"There is a saying that it's not that there are no crew members on the ghost ship, but that the crew on this ship are all undead. This is a ghost ship leading to the underworld. If you encounter it at sea, you will be cursed by the undead!" West Erles' voice was a little erratic and mysterious.

Ryan didn't feel anything yet, but the man on the side got goosebumps and couldn't help but said, "Vaughn, that's just a rumor! It's not unusual for a shipwreck to appear in the ocean."

Sears glanced at the man with disdain, and didn't even think about explaining.

Ryan was silent for a moment, and asked curiously: "Mr. Sears, you just said that you have seen that ghost ship with your own eyes?"

There was a smile on Sears' face, as if Ryan's question satisfied him very much, but he quickly reacted, coughed lightly, and said solemnly:
"In the depths of the South China Sea, there is a sea area full of thunderstorms and rough seas. My ship was sucked into the vortex. In the darkness and chaos, I saw the shadow of a huge ship."

"I'm sure it's a ghost ship!"

"At that time, there were no lights on the ship. Just looking at it from a distance, I could feel a gloomy atmosphere. It seemed that there was some invisible existence staring at me in the dark!"

Sears' description didn't make Ryan feel anything special.

There were many similar legends in his previous life. The most widely spread rumor was the "Bermuda Triangle". Strange, it seems that the "Bermuda Triangle" is omnipotent.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is because the ocean is too mysterious and terrifying for human beings. With the advanced level of technology in his previous life, he can only have a simple understanding of the ocean, let alone in this world.

However, there are real gods in this world, maybe, it is really possible for this so-called "ghost ship" to exist.

Seeing Ryan lost in thought, Sears nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly turned to smile and said:
"Of course, Mr. Dylan doesn't need to worry too much. It is difficult for ordinary people to see that ship, and the route to Tylenburg will not pass through that sea area."

"Huh?" Ryan was startled, shook his head and said: "I'm not worried about this, I'm afraid. I won't be able to buy a boat ticket tomorrow. After all, if it weren't for Mr. Sears, I would probably be sleeping on the street today."

"." Sears was silent.

"Haha." The man beside him laughed loudly: "It seems that your lie didn't work this time."
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