Transcendent Dawn

Zotland continent.

Port Dylan.

The current garrison chief, Bolton Manla, is a middle-aged fat man with two small beards. He wears a white wig and a thick layer of makeup on his face.

At this moment, he kept wiping the sweat off his face with a handkerchief: "The empire... the empire has become like this. I'm going back now, and I'm just caught in a whirlpool."

Compared with this, even the colony development mission that once made him feel unbearably painful has become cute.

Besides, how much effort did it take him to build this Dylan Port from scratch?

Just handing it over to an outsider, it is said that they are still "hillies" who have just squeezed into the upper class, and he is very unwilling.

"My lord...according to the itinerary estimate, the passenger ship that His Excellency Rhodes is on will arrive within two days."

Secretary Calvin pushed the door open, bowed and said, "There are...these few documents that need your signature for confirmation."

Although it is impossible to set up a transoceanic wired telegraph due to the difficulties of wireless telegraphy across the ocean, the empire is simply equipped with a few experiments, which are in a state of being out of time. In terms of telegrams to the dark continent, Even more so.

However, in China, it has gradually become popular. When Sulu saw the telegraph office in the Chris Empire, his first reaction was whether he had been given a patent fee. count on.

However, technology is not enough, and there are mysterious supplements.

Using some magical items and paying a certain price, it is still possible to achieve real-time communication between the empire and the colonies of the Dark Continent.

The schedule of Rhodes and his party was leaked in this way.

"Damn it... I want to take the guards, the gold coins... take everything I can, I won't leave this place to that thief..."

Bolton slammed the handkerchief on the ground.

At this moment, cheers came from outside the window.

"This voice..."

Bolton pushed Calvin away, and came to the window in two or three steps.

The Garrison Mansion is very close to the port, and his office is located on a high floor, overlooking the harbor directly.

At this time, it can be seen that a steam-sail hybrid ship has slowly emerged from the sea level, and behind it are escorted by several sail ships flying the flag of the Chris Empire.

Many citizens of the empire frantically waved their hats and shirts to the fleet... expressing their inner excitement.

The ocean liner not only brought letters and special products from their hometown, but also may soon carry their hopes and return to their hometown.

"Golden Flower? So fast?"

Looking at the huge letters on the body of the boat, Bolton's expression became even more gloomy: "Come here... Let's meet that 'guest'!"

Because the colony is too far away and the empire cannot effectively control it, basically every local garrison official is undoubtedly the "Emperor of the Earth". They are both executioners and butchers, and cruelty is a necessary quality.

Calvin felt chills when he heard that, but he still saluted and retreated.

After half an hour.

Bolton with a troop of soldiers in bright red uniforms, with white feathers in their caps, carrying muskets,

Came to the pier proudly.

He was prepared to give the new officials a blow at the worst, and at the same time, he was also buying time for his transfer of materials.

If the other party doesn't cooperate, he doesn't mind politely 'inviting' the other party to live in a quiet courtyard for a while.

‘However…wouldn’t it be better to die from a disease? Anyway, there are many strange plagues in the colony, and there are also curses from false gods! Unfortunately, the new garrison and his family were killed... I can stay here and don't have to go back to the empire to make a choice...'

There was a sparkle in Bolton's small eyes.

"My lord, something is wrong."

Just then, Calvin stepped forward.

"What's wrong?" Bolton asked in a low voice.

"Those sailing ships... are not like frigates..." Calvin replied, "It may be a disguise of a pirate ship... But it doesn't matter, we have guards and coastal defense guns. I will also protect the safety of adults."

"Wait and see..." Bolton was expecting the Golden Flower to be ransacked by pirates.

But when the suspension bridge was lowered and a group of tourists walked down smiling, he knew that his expectations had failed.

After glaring at Calvin, Bolton walked forward with a smile on his face: "That's Mr. Downton?"

"Mr. Downton is ordering the servants to pack their luggage and come down later."

A sailor couldn't help answering when he saw the officer here.

"I see."

Bolton felt a little dissatisfied. It didn't take long for him to see a group of people getting off the boat. The leader was a nobleman in his thirties.

Although she was wearing a dress, she couldn't hide the rough feeling on her body.

"Humph……"

Bolton snorted inwardly, and stepped forward to salute with a smile on his face: "Sir Downton, you are welcome."

"Good day, Baron Manla."

Rhodes felt a little bored, but he still greeted Bolton with noble etiquette.

An Fei held Rowling in her arms, and looked at everything around her curiously.

"The weather here is much hotter than in the empire. How can I keep two beautiful ladies waiting here for a long time? I have prepared a banquet for you, and the vanilla ice cream on it is very good."

Bolton laughed.

"There's no need for the banquet. Let's handle the handover first. I'm going to inspect the barracks and warehouses, and I brought the empire's withdrawal order. Besides...you are no longer a local garrison officer, Your Excellency."

Rhodes stuffed a sealed and rolled document into Bolton's hand, ignoring Bolton's livid face.

"Too...too much."

After Bolton came to his senses, his livid face turned red: "Are you insulting an imperial baron?"

"No, it's just an order from the military department. It's really urgent."

Rhodes shrugged, looked at the soldiers behind Bolton and his increasingly ugly face, and sneered.

Behind him, a group of pirates appeared, drew their weapons, and confronted the soldiers.

"This...is this a pirate? Red tiger, ghost face?" Calvin's voice was a little startled and angry.

"No, they are my soldiers! I recruited soldiers with local garrison authority!"

Rhodes grinned: "Baron Manla, are you going to fight me?"

Cold sweat immediately appeared on Bolton's face.

Even if he still has the coastal defense artillery and a barracks, it is different from imposing the opponent under house arrest silently.

Once a large-scale exchange of fire starts, things will definitely not be hidden.

To attack a new officer is treason!

"My people will take over the barracks and warehouses, as well as your garrison..."

Rhode stepped forward and patted Calvin on the shoulder: "Is this your secretary? Yes, you can hang out with me in the future, haha..."

After a group of people left, Bolton gritted his teeth and looked at his secretary: "Didn't you say that you are a very powerful professional? Why is it useless?"

"But..." Calvin smiled wryly: "The other party is also a professional, and at the master level, I'm afraid I won't be able to take it down...My lord, we have already lost..."