Although the Sound of the Sea Orphanage and his residence are not far from the sea, they are in the east of the seaside area, and the port is in the west of the seaside area, so Aldrich directly hired a car after he came out from Karula. Camel car.

Spurzy doesn't have many carriages.

There are too many street ramps here, and there is no room for horse-drawn carriages on this kind of road. If you drive a horse-drawn carriage to a downhill place, it will probably be a disaster.

Of course, the luxurious frame is a status symbol, and carriages can still be seen everywhere in the flat areas where the aristocrats and celebrities live.

Sea camels are commonly used transportation animals in the south of the empire. It is not clear what Aldrich's scientific name is, but everyone calls it that.

They are easy to tame and have broad feet. The key is that the knee joints are strong and strong enough to handle the ramps in the city. Their appearance is also the reason for their popularity. The mouth is large, but the corners of the mouth are naturally upturned, which looks very pleasing.

The frame of the sea camel car is designed with a bracket structure, which can ensure the pulling when going uphill and the support when going downhill.

The street around the city along the sea line is called Lover's Street. It is divided into three sections: west, middle and east. The reason why it is called this strange name is not because of any allusions, but because of the warm and humid sea breeze when you walk on this street. To brush the face, like the tenderest touch of a sympathizer.

Aldridge thinks the name also represents Spursey's local style—passionate, free and romantic.

Between the parallel frames, looking at the sea through the car window, you can see the gradual change of colors. The coastline near the golden sandy beach has a rippling light blue, and then looking out, the blue gradually deepens, until the dark blue in the distance.

With this kind of scenery, Aldrich took 30 minutes to come to the port - this is not a port for tourists to visit, but a centralized processing place for shipping business.

As a well-known resort city in the country, Spurse is naturally a place of prosperous business. In addition, the seafood processed by Avadron is transported by sea through Spurse, and the scale of this port is not small.

"It's so lively."

Aldrich looked at the busy port and felt that he was out of place here.

Most of the people who come and go are porters and sailors. They are either wearing coarse clothes or simply shirtless, revealing their lean and dark bodies. What they all have in common is that everyone is hot and sweaty.

I heard that there will be many women here at night. They have a beautiful name called Liuying.

Aldridge didn't know the location of the Shore Bar, so he could only ask along the way. Most of the people gave directions readily, but it was much easier to get in touch with than their appearance.

Everyone here knows the Shore Bar, and Aldridge found the right place before noon, even though he took a detour.

"It's quite big."

Aldrich stood under the sign at the door and sighed.

This independent building in the middle of the port is about one-third the size of a football field. It has only one floor. It seems that it is all a bar area. Even if the work area such as the back kitchen is removed, it is not small.

Pushing open the door, the characteristic wind chime at the door rang. The ding ding dong dong sounded very nice, but it was covered up by another sound.

Aldridge thought it would be as crowded as the Forest Bar at noon, but here it is:

The noisy voice resounded in my ears, and there were people on almost every table in the vast hall. Some were eating meat sausages and other meals in large gulps, and some were pouring beer in bundles, wine flowing along their beards, Cheeks dripped on the table and the floor was very lively.

Aldridge smiled helplessly, and let a few sailors who were going to go out to the super long bar with 7 bartenders.

There are no female bartenders, they are all men, and their movements are not as gorgeous and elegant as Mills, but direct and unrestrained. When they are not working, they will not keep wiping the glasses, but support the bar with their hands, fingers Play a rhythmic 'drum beat' on the desktop.

"Dude! What do you need?" a bearded man asked in a loud voice.

"Give me a glass of dark beer." Aldridge glanced at the wine list on the wall behind the bar, and put a silver nar with a face value of 1 on the bar—don't get me wrong, a cup of dark beer only costs 10 nars.

This is a very cheap bar. One silver nar can buy a small barrel of dark beer.

The big man pinched Yinnar for a long time with his big fan-like hand, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and slapped the wooden platform with his palm.

"Wait a moment."

He called out, and the man standing by the wine barrel quickly picked up a full draught of dark beer, pushed it on the bar, and slid the glass with wine in front of Aldridge, and the wine inevitably spilled out.

Aldridge raised his eyebrows and whistled, he liked this style.

The bearded man finally found some change and put it on the table.

As Aldridge collected the coins, he asked, "Do you know Jack Johnson?"

The bearded man glared at him and said dullly, "I don't know!"

Aldridge understood the meaning of that look, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com, dumbfounded, said, "Hey! I'm not here to make trouble, I just want to ask him something."

In the bearded eyes of distrust, he added: "I am Herbert's friend, Herbert Cole."

Herbert is Carula's older brother.

"Herbert?"

The bearded man muttered, and then said, "Are you here to find out about Herbert?"

Aldridge was shocked and said, "That's right."

The bearded man said, "Then you can find him directly, he just came back from the sea!"

"Where?" Aldridge asked immediately, which was undoubtedly good news.

Beard pointed in one direction.

Aldridge didn't ask for someone to tell him what Herbert looked like, so wouldn't he just dress up?

He picked up the beer, took a sip first, then took the quilt to the area pointed to by the beard, looked around, and felt that everyone was the same.

He won't ask people here, they won't tell a stranger about someone they know.

Aldridge pouted, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Who is Herbert Cole!"

For a moment, the surroundings were all quiet, and the eyes of a group of strong men were focused on him alone.

Aldridge is not nervous. To be honest, he now estimates that he can beat all... ordinary people here.

Taking a sip of wine freely, he asked again, "Which one is Herbert Cole?"

On a table where the two of them were sitting, a dark-skinned, somewhat embarrassed man looked at his companion, stood up directly, and said coldly, "I am! Who are you?"

Aldridge raised his glass and said with a smile, "No ill intentions, just entrusted by your sister to have a drink together?"