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Chapter 564 Interlude : Ordinary moments at the Wandering Port Pier
"Come, come, come! Please come here, everyone, please look here, look at these flags! The five-colored stars represent the teams whose destinations are Holy Torch Square and Holy Restaurant. If you plan to settle down in the hotel first, follow the flags with bed patterns... Your first destination after getting off the ship is different, and our team flags are different. You must follow the flags and don't go wrong! Hmm? What did you say? Oh... yes, my team here is to lead the devout poor people to Holy Torch Square... What? Are you here to retrace the path of Saint Drusus and plan to pay homage to the cathedral? Do you also want to see if there are any priests who are recruiting devout servants to go to the outside of the Great Mouth to spread the glory of the Emperor?... Ah, we are actually not like this here anymore... eh?"

The tour guide looked at the things that were carefully but quickly stuffed into her hands, and was about to say no, but she looked at the bullets again in surprise: these were very rare and precious exorcist bullets, and they were usable by mortal firearms, which made them even rarer. Even though she couldn't immediately tell their specific functions, she could see how precious and powerful they were. The moon silver material that was often held in her palm and the craftsmanship with sacred runes engraved on it explained this point very well and silently. It must be said that these cute little things did make her happy compared to the throne coins that she originally wanted to sternly refuse, and as a relative with a younger generation on duty, she really needed these.

Therefore, the tour guide thought about it and did not leave her post immediately. Instead, she motioned to the other party to wait a moment, and continued to guide the slowly moving crowd into several teams under different tour guide flags. At the same time, she held the communication beads and muttered a few words. It was not until someone hurriedly ran out of the duty room and took over her job that she turned her attention back to the old man who was patiently waiting for her in front of her.

"Okay, now I can take some time to explain to you. These bullets are the wages you pay me. Because we are not allowed to accept bribes, but we will punish bribers. So if someone comes to hand out questionnaires to you later, you'd better say that you paid a lot of money to ask me to be a private tour guide. This way it will be good for both of you. What? No, no, sir, I am just an employee of the Wandering Port Security Company under the Carlosini Dynasty, not an officer of Wandering Port. Of course, I used to belong to the 24th Regiment of Cardia, but I chose to retire and work here... In addition, when you came here, didn't you hear about the various magical relics here? How many people have been sheltered, how many ships and people have been saved from disasters? Why do you still need to go to the cathedral to worship? Even the priests of the cathedral now stay in the Holy Torch Square except when they are on duty, trying to debate with the noble angel priests! Ah, so you set out more than four hundred years ago... but arrived here in just one year and one month? That's no wonder, you really don't know what happened here, and you can jump out of the warp safely here, but it is really the blessing of the God-Emperor and the Holy Torch! Sir! Families like you who are blessed to arrive here should find a job here quickly! And then send the children to school!"

The person whom the talkative and ruddy tour guide recommended so enthusiastically was an elderly man in simple clothes, with artificial eyes and heavy biochemical prostheses on his arms and legs. His hair was almost completely white, and his face was full of the vicissitudes of life, with many old scars, and it was difficult to accurately judge his age. Next to him stood a boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with a face full of fear and malnutrition, and his lips trembled in confusion. His clothes were thin and dirty, and it was not known whether he felt cold or scared. The boy held the hand of a tall, thin and silent woman tightly. The woman was shrouded in the shadow of a heavy robe. Although her face could not be seen clearly, she gave people a feeling of fatigue and endurance. But anyway, it seemed that this family of three seemed to be a family of three. This kind of weird situation between husband and wife was not uncommon, and the tour guide was not surprised, as long as they did not cause trouble in Wandering Port, or were seen by some distinguished adults who often gave headaches to the subordinates.

"No, what about going to school? Sending children to school is precious... People like us... How can we afford to send our children to the National Church School or the Loyalty Academy? We sold the farm passed down from our ancestors and prepared to follow the footsteps of Drusus and other saints on the pilgrimage route... Oh, thank God for the blessing! We have walked through more than half of the star region! When all the money is spent, we will find a place to live in the local area. It must be the guidance of the saints, guiding us to settle there."

"Hey! Well, since we are almost done, why don't you just stay here? Do you expect to find a better place to live somewhere else? Besides, we don't have any Zhongsi Academy here, but we have schools that are not available in several nearby sub-sectors! Lord Carlosini just said his famous motto a few days ago, 'No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education'! After listening to Reverend Li Kevin's explanation and sermon on the motto, I think it makes a lot of sense. Oh! It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you just need to listen to a few more public sermons by angel pastors and you will understand. But, you just mentioned a farm? So you are actually a farmer with management experience? Oh, oh, what a pity."

The tour guide was a very strong and tall woman with short hair, purple eyes, and was very enthusiastic. Her arms were almost as thick as the little girl's waist when she raised them, and there were some old scars on her face. The old man from the agricultural world was slightly surprised to hear this and raised his one intact eye to take another close look at the woman in front of him.

"What a pity? What's a pity? Are we peasants not allowed to enter here now?" The old man was obviously getting a little nervous. He held his hat tightly and seemed to be looking around. "Where can we find a place to set up a tent and sleep on the ground, or a travel inn for us low-class people to live in? Kind lady? It will take a while for the pilgrimage ship to set out again. You see, I got a chronic disease when I gave birth. I can't stand the light or water. I will fall down if the wind blows! Alas! Alas! We can't afford the best hotel! The church may not be able to take us in if there are too many people."

"Oh! Of course not, old man! I mean, if you had come earlier, just because you managed a farm... Well, you managed a farm, didn't you?"

"Yes, it was a big farm," the old man raised his arm and drew a circle, "At that time, the family employed hundreds of farmhands! Otherwise, I couldn't even buy the boat tickets for our family of three if I sold it. It was really a great piece of land... right by the river..."

“Isn’t that it?” The tour guide was kind enough to help the sick woman, but she seemed afraid of contact with people. Her son pursed his lips, showing a stubborn expression, propped his mother up, held on tightly and stared at the tour guide.

"Oh, kid... Then hold on to your mother and come with me. We'll go this way, through the green channel. - I mean, if you arrive earlier, you'll just catch up with the Archon of the Carlosini Dynasty recruiting farm project managers with generous salaries and benefits. Even if you're just a junior project manager, you can get a new village house, which is more than enough for a family of three!"

"Green Channel..." The old man stopped hesitantly in front of the porch with the word "Green Channel" written on it, looking very hesitant. "... Kind woman, please forgive me for being ignorant. What you just said made me dizzy. It seems that earth-shaking changes have taken place in the past four hundred years... Is this still the empire? Is the great God-Emperor still sitting on his golden throne?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Of course he is still on his golden throne, and he is watching this place with his eyes fixed on it! Otherwise, how could so many holy relics and torches protecting us here be the manifestation of someone else's saints? There are many saints, but how can they be so effective if they stare at it every day? This is of course still our empire! The Excellencies of the Imperial Navy and the Ministry of Justice are on duty in the Central Tower, and the patrols will also patrol regularly. Don't go out and talk nonsense to others like this. We are only at the Wandering Port Wharf. We are knowledgeable and will not take your question seriously. But if you were in another place, you might be shot on the spot, or at least thrown into prison to suffer."

"It's like this... Thank you for reminding me. I was so surprised. I didn't expect to live to see the miracle of the real Emperor's manifestation, so I was so excited that I started talking nonsense." He paused, "So what is this green channel...? Green...?" "I don't know why it is called the green channel. There is no green place from inside to outside. But I guess its green refers to something like the weapon indicator light. You know, any warning or bad button is red, and green lights and buttons often indicate a relatively safe and positive meaning. Anyway, here in our dock area, it means that the procedures can be quickly handled by a tour guide, and people can skip the queue to go through customs. Since you paid me for the tour guide fee, according to your age, sorry, at least from the appearance, your age, and your wife's illness, and you have an underage child with you, it is not excessive for me to apply for a green channel for you and your family to enter the Wandering Port."

"So this is also a place similar to a VIP channel... but it is prepared for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and it is not picky about the other party's identity and status? It is just to serve the weak... How kind!" The old man hid his surprise very well, and only revealed the excitement and astonishment wrapped in the outer layer that was in line with his identity.

"Yes, that's right. This is not a VIP channel, but it is prepared for passengers with inconveniences and poor health. Well, come, let me take you there. Although it is like this, it only reduces the queuing and waiting time. The quarantine procedures still need to be completed..."

The boy's fingers tightened around his mother's robe, his knuckles whitening as they gripped the fabric.

The old man glanced at him with a sense of something and mouthed to him, "Come on. It's okay."

The boy nodded and began to quietly "push" his "mother" forward.

While they were talking, a new broadcast came from the loudspeaker on the other side of the square.

"All ladies and gentlemen who wish to go on the pilgrimage first, please hold on to your children and follow your designated guide flags! Don't get separated! However, if you get separated, please don't worry! The security team of the noble and benevolent rulers of this place, the Lords of the Carosini, will come to patrol regularly. When the time comes, please seek help from the patrol team of the Carosini Dynasty security guards!"

Most of the passengers crowded in the square were from a chartered passenger ship that had just arrived here after a long but not long journey. The passengers who got off the ship took different passages according to their status. The most noble passengers or those with official missions had already contacted the command deck of Wandering Port through the captain when they jumped out of Mandeville Point. At this moment, a team of people who were responsible for receiving such people outside the dock square led them through the special passage. Not everyone had the courage to talk to these tour guides who looked like they had received military training and acted like experienced professional soldiers - of course, the guns carried by the tour guides may have played a role in stabilizing order - and other merchants, travelers or others could only be asked to wait in a separate hall in a strange port for the next order to be announced with some uneasiness.

Of course, they didn't have to wait too long, because when the unique sound of ceramic steel boots stepping on the marble floor was heard, a group of angels of death, who many people had only seen in church stained glass windows or distant legends, came towards them in an orderly manner along the street, holding grenade launchers.

Many people gasped, staring at them with fanatical eyes, or more often with fear and fanaticism, and began to make the Sky Eagle Salute towards them with their chests. More newcomers chose to kneel down devoutly, prostrate themselves on the ground, and muttered words such as confession, prayers, and God's blessing.

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This team of godly, walking, embodied warriors that fully demonstrated why they were born, the beauty of strength, war and violence, passed by like a triumphal parade, but what surprised the newcomers was that the reactions of the people on the roadside lacked a certain enthusiasm. It's not that they were not polite or pious, every resident or shop owner would give them the Sky Eagle salute when they passed by, but they seemed... very... accustomed to it?
But when the loudspeaker began to introduce these noble and rare Emperor Angels to them, not only the boy, but even the old man who was cautiously stepping out of the green channel door began to lose control of the mixed expressions of disbelief, anger and deep thought on his face.

"Ah! Look! The ones walking towards us are the security guards of the Carosini Dynasty! They look just as brave and honorable today! They are always ready to help any residents and travelers who ask for help! I heard that they killed a nest of purple-skinned pests last week and rescued a kitten! They are truly heroic role models! If you need help, please make sure you don't carry anything that could cause misunderstanding, otherwise the security guards will choose the appropriate method of handling, including but not limited to shooting them in the street. Thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a happy life in Wandering Port."

(End of this chapter)