Assassin’s Adventure

Prosperous!

This Gordon has the most intuitive feeling when he sets foot on this land.

Ships stay in the Port of London area. There are a large number of berths along the long coastline, and many ships are parked inside. Looking at the special berthing area of ​​the Royal Navy in the distance, the tall warships are like fortresses at sea.

The soldiers patrolling the pier wore neat red clothes, and each of them was a young and strong guy, and they walked by in groups carrying guns.

The tall buildings blocked the view of other blocks, and Gordon could only see the carriages and pedestrians going back and forth on the bridge in the distance that he didn't know about.

All this made him a little at a loss, as if he had come to an unfamiliar environment, looking at those domed palaces, buildings at least twenty meters high on both sides of the street, and the largest Gothic cathedral in the distance.

He was used to being a sailor, that he could see the tavern when he stepped off the plank in the dilapidated port, that he was accustomed to stepping on the muddy road, drinking rum, disheveled, and laughing.

But here, Gordon felt restrained.

Every place has a special "flavor" that belongs to that place, which is determined by various factors such as the smell, environment, and crowd there. For a moment, Gordon seems to feel like a hillbilly from the country.

Well, some people may think that being able to face everything from the 21st century is nothing but that, but Gordon is very shocked. Different eras have different characteristics. These things are indeed a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

The sailors on the ship began to feel a little restrained. Some young men began to take out the clean clothes that they had kept for a long time, and replaced the sailor uniforms that had been stained with terrible smells due to the nearly 40 days of sailing at sea.

Although this was of no use, it did make them all look more energetic.

"Haha, welcome to London, Gordon."

After a thrilling voyage, Coolidge returned to this land and felt incomparably peaceful and free.

"follow me."

Gordon put on what he thought was the most appropriate set of clothes, gray with red, and looked extremely capable, and hid his hidden sword in it. After a lot of things, he also began to develop. The habit of carrying a weapon with you.

This gray robe is known as a popular London dress. It was purchased at La Guaira for five silver coins, and then wore a pair of leather boots. The slightly longer hair was tied at the back. No matter how you look at it, it is a Temperament, capable young man.

Gordon took the sailors and followed Coolidge to the pier.

He stroked the stone handrails on the pier street, which were not only engraved with exquisite patterns, but also polished very smoothly, connected by chains.

Seeing that Gordon was somewhat restrained, Coolidge smiled: "Take it easy kids, I'll take you to find a place to stay first, by the way, Mitch, remind the sailors, it's best not to run around at night."

"Oh? It's very chaotic here at night too?"

Gordon is a bit pondering, is there something hidden in this civilized city?

"Gordon, it's inevitable, don't underestimate those women who stand betrayed on the street here, they will pull in ignorant young guys to enjoy a night of spring, and then **** all the valuable things from you, in the second Throw you out again in the morning."

It's a fact that Coolidge was joking, but he didn't lie.

Allen thought for a long time before showing a smile: "Actually it sounds pretty good."

"gentlemen."

An officer in charge of recording at the dock came over.

"You need to pay five pounds to stay at this pier and record the name of the boat and captain."

Five pounds... Gordon clearly remembered that it only cost three shillings to berth a ship in Port Royal, and the price was directly tripled.

Gordon looked at Coolidge, who just nodded and said that this is indeed the price.

"Okay, the name of this ship is Jackdaw, and I'm Captain Gordon. We probably need to stay here for a week."

After Gordon finished speaking, he took out seven silver coins and handed them to the man.

The recorder counted the coins and handed them over to the person behind him, and then recorded the berthing information on a heavy book.

"Mr. Gordon, welcome to the Port of London."

For such a law-abiding captain with money and strength, the recorder is not stingy with his smile and blessings.

The recorder left, and Coolidge continued to walk forward with Gordon and his party.

Captain's Daughter Tavern.

Gordon looked at what was written on the door plate.

It's not far from the pier. On a somewhat remote street, there are very few carriages, and the people who come and go are basically sailors.

"Gordon, considering the cost, this is the cheapest pub in my memory. The hotel is on the second floor."

Coolidge said this, then pushed open the door of the tavern.

It is noon now, and there are not too many people in the bar, but it is such a cheapest pub, which also subverts Gordon's previous impression~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although it looks a bit broken, the space is not small. , if possible, at least five or six hundred people can be stuffed here.

Some idle sailors pass the time here, food has already been placed on the table, and there are also very professional chefs here.

The accommodation here cost Gordon ten silver coins, and thirty rooms were arranged to accommodate all the sailors, but of course this was only the price of a day.

Gordon pushed open the window of the room, letting more sound and light into the somewhat dull room.

"Not bad, to be able to find such a room."

Gordon took a breath of fresh air and looked at a noisy street outside the window. There were carriages pulling raw coal running here. People were bustlingly buying the food and commodities they needed to live, and some people were making noises.

"The gallows watched the pirates hanged..."

"It's too late to see..."

A young man with a triangle hat raised the paper in his hand and shouted loudly, as if telling people that there was a discount somewhere.

The hanging of a pirate here seems to be a grand event worth watching. People who heard the news cheered and looked forward to it, and then they all headed towards a gallows in the east, looking forward to an abominable residue being wiped out in this world.

But the crowd here did not decrease too much, the missing people were made up by the later people, and it was still noisy.

Gordon just smiled and shook his head. In the Caribbean waters where pirates sail, people are used to it, and even worship pirates who symbolize freedom. But here, it is the other way around. The closer people are to civilization, the more they hate them?

No, or is it that this seemingly prosperous city suppresses people and makes them expect the excitement of this death?