Tuxedo, wig, top hat, pure white gloves with gold lines outlined on the edge, shiny pointed shoes, and the umbrella sword that was hidden in the captain’s room and was disguised as a ceremonial accessory...

　　 The next morning, Lorraine put on a full dress for the first time after she had changed her costume. Under her wig, she showed a little bit of golden hair color. At first glance, the rich aristocratic elegance came over.

　　 For this meeting with the strange earl, he has made perfect preparations.

　　 But he always finds something awkward...

　　 Did you care too much about the weirdness of the smuggling earl?

　　 Still, this outfit that has been tried and tested in the European aristocratic circle really has undiscovered problems?

　　 What's the problem?

　　 He didn't understand.

　　 This dazedness and unknowingly made him feel as uncomfortable as a throat, so he subconsciously held up his umbrella, pulling up the fake beard on his chin one after another.

　　 "Noya."

　　 "Hmm." The maiden who was helping him tidy up the folds quietly responded.

　　 Lorraine turned around, leaned over, and lowered his head: "You help me take a closer look, is there something wrong with me?"

"what?"

　　 In a blink of an eye, he was suddenly attacked. Noah looked up and found that Lorraine's eyes were already close at hand.

　　 The distance between the two is so close, those brown eyes are hanging in front of the eyes, and a panicked Roma girl is reflected in black and white.

Noah panicked all of a sudden. She blushed and lowered her head. She pressed her head against Lorraine's chest, wishing to penetrate like this, hiding her whole head in the body cavity in front of her, so as to avoid the pair of flirting. The human eye.

　　The white ears are still on her shoulders.

　　 These two strange human beings move forward, and the other two move forward, squeezing the little black cat together like a hug.

White Ears lay half of his body on Noya's shoulders, desperately reaching out his small paws to pick La Noya's clothes, trying to pull himself out of the shoulders of the two of them, but he couldn't pull himself out, and he even felt like he was going to fall. .

　　 It was so bad that it squeezed its throat and called out desperately: "Meow? Meow!"

　　 "Is there really a problem..." Lorraine didn't realize the point of the matter at all, and straightened up in doubt, "But where is the problem?"

　　 "Is it a beard?"

　　 Henna, dressed in Carmen, walked into the cabin, looked up and gave reasonable suggestions.

　　 "Beard is not the key." Lorraine shook his head, "Although beard is not the style that gentlemen like, but I have seen Karen wear a dress before, and it doesn't look very obtrusive."

"It's an umbrella." Carmen saw the problem at a glance. "Lorraine Drake was educated by the nobility of England since he was a child. It is understandable to use an umbrella instead of a walking stick, but Edward Kenway is the third generation of pioneers in New France. I don’t even have access to this non-mainstream English habit."

　　 "It's actually an umbrella sword? That's troublesome..." Lorraine was stunned for a while, "Doesn't that mean that Edward Kenway will not be able to wear self-defense weapons on any ceremonial occasion in the future?"

　　 "Only a tuxedo is not suitable for sabers." Carmen walked up, took the umbrella sword from Lorraine, and put it aside, "Captain, I think you can prepare a vintage dress."

　　 "Retro? Feather hat and garter stockings?"

　　 "There are also high heels, suede dresses and puff sleeve shirts." Carmen pointed to his face, "You can also apply some rouge on your face at that time, it will make your makeup more perfect."

"Sell someone to buy a walking stick in the port area." Lorraine refused Carmen's proposal without hesitation. "I, Lorraine Drake, will never wear garter socks, let alone on my face, if I die. What kind of rouge!"

　　 Because of this episode, Lorraine and Carmen waited until noon to get into the carriage.

　　 The horse pulling the cart chuckles on the uneven stone roads of New Orleans, swaying and tortuously to the barracks on the outskirts of the city, giving people an extremely uncomfortable driving experience.

　　 Korolin can't blame Karen who rents a carriage.

　　Because it's not that the driver he hired is not technically bad, but the poor road conditions in New Orleans, which is rare in the world.

　　 This city was built on a whole moist and muddy swamp. There are huge pits everywhere on a good stone road, bulging all around, sinking the bottom of the pit, destroying the road that should be flat and ups and downs.

No matter how the best car can gallop in this kind of road conditions, all they can do is to change direction again and again along the trajectory of the pothole, go around, turn and wipe the corners, like a crosswind state. The posture of the sailing warship cutting into the wind.

　　 Lorraine felt even more depressed: "New Orleans should be rich in seafarers and sailors. After all, each of them is used to cutting the wind in the aisle..."

　　 "Who knows?" Carmen laughed blankly, "Perhaps they just enjoy the ups and downs, just like the good Count of France likes to run smuggling."

　　 To put it lightly, Carmen brought the topic back to where everyone was puzzled.

　　 "When we arrive at the barracks, we have to find a chance to find out." Lorraine sighed and shook his head. "If something goes wrong, it is a demon. An earl manages smuggling. It can't be just because of hobbies."

　　 "Who knows..."

　　……

　　 More than an hour later, Lorraine finally arrived at the French military camp in the northern suburbs of New Orleans.

　　 There are so many people here.

　　 Nearly a hundred gentlemen in formal dresses waited in line outside the barracks. The long line was blocked by a virtual roadblock, winding like a python, so that the head of the line could not be seen from the end of the line.

　　 Lorraine looked at all this in amazement: "Carmen, do you think there are so many smugglers in New Orleans?"

　　 "Impossible!" Carmen has obviously never seen such a battle. "There are no more than a hundred merchant ships on the pier. It is impossible for the people on the same ship to line up separately, right?"

　　 "This earl~lightnovelpub.net~ is getting more and more invisible..."

Lorraine poked his head out and asked the driver of the car to find out the situation. Only then did he know that the long dragon in front of the French barracks was a normal phenomenon. The French even set up a special parking lot for their visitors, not far from Lake Pontchartrain. On a flat ground far away, there are special sergeants to guide.

　　 and the parking lot is half a kilometer away from the entrance of the barracks...

　　 Waiting for the car to stop, Lorraine helped Carmen get out of the car, looked at the line of people from a distance, and stopped the leading sergeant as soon as he raised his hand.

　　 "Sir, I still have a job." The sergeant who was stopped had a cold face.

　　 Lorraine flicked a shilling with a tink.

　　 "My job is very important. If a group of horse-drawn carriage hedgehogs gather outside the barracks, the captain will slap me with a whip."

　　 There was another ding sound, and the golden pound gleamed in the sun.

　　 Sergeant's eyes were dazzled by the golden reflections, and there was no previous firmness in his voice: "Sir, my family really needs this job. If I lose my job, the children will starve."

　　 "Mr. Officer." Carmen smiled and opened the handbag, took out a small purse, and stuffed it into the military uniform pocket of the sergeant. "We don't have many problems, and it won't delay you for too long."

　　 The heavy feeling passed to the sergeant's shoulders, making his will weaker and weaker.

　　 "Sir, I'm just a little sergeant. The news I know is not worth so much money..."

"I know your news may not be valuable, but my time is very valuable." Lorraine looked at the long line in disgust, spitting out pure French, "If you have to line up under the sun like those idiots, I You need a suitable reason to convince yourself."