Above the vast ocean, the Baichao was moving slowly forward, like a moving rock, and neither the strong wind nor the huge waves could shake it.
It was much larger than a normal ship, built by the Nordro shipyard, who said the White Tide was more accurately classified as a cruise ship. A new ship type invented by Nordro.
Although they are both passenger ships, the Shirashio, named after the Shirashio Strait, has much more luxurious entertainment facilities than previous passenger ships. It sails on the Shirashio Strait for a long time, traveling back and forth between Gaulnalo and Inglvig.
Inside the White Tide, in the room where Lorenzo and his crew were staying, there was a hurried knock on the door.
"Welcome! Welcome! Our new member!"
Accompanied by the man's shouting, they broke down the door, and cheers rose and fell, filling the entire room in an instant.
The five people and one rat in the room were all in a state of extreme shock. Even Red Falcon became alert at this moment. His hands were hidden behind his back, and he had clenched his pistol.
But these lunatics in front of him didn't seem to notice any of this at all. They were full of enthusiasm and started greeting people as soon as they came in, as if Lorenzo and the others were their long-lost brothers.
The ocean of enthusiasm engulfed these somewhat dazed guys. Someone hummed Ode to Joy loudly, and the air was filled with the joy of psychopaths.
It all started after they got on board. Beidro prepared a full set of services for Lorenzo and his party. As soon as they put down their luggage in the room, there was a hurried knock on the door. Everyone was very alert, and when Lorenzo opened the door, the scene was like this.
Lorenzo pushed the man who was hugging him away and shouted loudly.
"Stop for a moment!"
After the roar, the noise in the room finally quieted down.
"What is this..."
Kestrel muttered as he moved closer to Hebode. Although the atmosphere was cheerful, he felt something was wrong.
After getting on board, shouldn't everyone have a sad face and ready their weapons to fight to the death with the Iron Law Bureau after getting off the ship? How come the joyful atmosphere continued on the ship
Eve stood aside obediently. She felt uncomfortable with the overly enthusiastic atmosphere. As for Hercule, he was lying on the bed holding Poirot. From his expression, it seemed that he had fainted. It seemed that returning to the sea was indeed difficult for him.
"Who are you?"
Lorenzo directly picked up the Winchester and pointed the gun at the strangers who broke into the room. He did not sense murderous intent from these people. They looked more like a group of passers-by who walked into the wrong room.
When the man saw the real thing, he was stunned immediately. As the muzzle of the gun slid, whoever it pointed at raised his hands.
"Wait, you're Rennet."
At this time, Hebode suddenly spoke. He seemed to have been thinking just now, and now he finally remembered what was going on
He stood between Lorenzo and Rennet, winking at Lorenzo as he introduced them.
"Let me introduce you. This is Rennet, the leader of the Yngverg Royal Orchestra."
Hebode's introduction eased the atmosphere. Lorenzo, a shrewd man, immediately understood what was going on and took the man's hand with a friendly look.