As the largest port in Inglvig, there are countless ships moored at the port of Rendonna. The sea breeze blows into the coastal cities, and surging steam rises from one chimney after another, like an outstretched arm slowly touching the sky.
There were slight ripples on the sea, causing the ships to sway gently. People were shouting and whistles were blasting. Some ships were entering the port, while others were slowly leaving.
The smell here is not pleasant. Various strange smells are mixed together to form the unique atmosphere of the port of Rendona. It is like another old Dunling. Countless foreigners arrive here by ships to trade, and many strange and unfamiliar faces can be seen in the streets.
The train slowly stopped, and then the doors opened. After the steam dissipated, the crowd underneath was revealed.
Leading the group was a very sturdy man. Although he tried his best to smile, his face, which seemed to be carved by the wind, still made people who looked into his eyes feel a slight sharp pain. Behind him was a guy carrying a cello case. He looked casual, his eyes darting around with a sense of curiosity as if he had seen new things. Behind him was a girl with impressive red hair and a stiff face, like a very unfriendly knife.
Finally, under the threat of Shrike, the last member walked down in great pain.
He looked like he had eaten something he shouldn't have, and the expression on his face was twisted together. He might still have some beautiful expectations, but when he walked out of the car and stepped on the ground, he knew that everything was over.
"I'll take you here. Just follow Haibode's instructions for the next move."
Shrike had no intention of getting out of the car. After kicking Kestrel out of the car, he shrank back again.
Not long after, the train left again. Red Falcon was still standing there with that distorted look on his face, holding a triangle in his hand.
"I said, are you homesick?"
Lorenzo patted Hong Jian's shoulder seriously and said to him while trying to suppress his smile.
Looking at Lorenzo with empty eyes, Hong Falcon took a deep breath. After repeating this several times, he finally accepted the current situation and followed the team with a decadent look on his face. At the same time, the triangle in his hand made a clear sound from time to time, and he looked sad.
There's nothing that can be done about it. After all, he loves what he does. Now that he's come this far, Hong Xun knows very well that there's no chance of turning back. He can only follow these lunatics all the way to the end.
But... But...
"What are you doing?!"
The red kestrel suddenly screamed.
Lorenzo was seen strolling around the station carrying his guitar case. He already had a bunch of souvenirs in his hands. Eve, somewhat at a loss, followed his lead and held a few so-called local specialties for Lorenzo.
Aren't you here to carry out a mission? Isn't it related to the international situation? How come you guys are here to travel and shop
Speaking of travel and shopping, Hong Shun felt a pang in his heart for a moment. He covered his chest with one hand and wanted to curse something again, but he couldn't say anything.