Zotlan Continent.

Port Dillon.

The current garrison commander Botton Manra is a middle-aged fat man with two beards. He is wearing a white wig, a thick layer of powder on his face, and a bloated figure, making his original dress almost burst.

At this moment, I was constantly rubbing the sweat on my face with a handkerchief: "The Empire...the Empire has become like this. When I go back now, I am simply being caught in a vortex."

Compared with this, even the colony development mission that once made him feel very painful became cute.

Besides, how much effort has it taken to build Dyron Port from scratch?

He just gave it to an outsider, and it is said that he was still a "landbuster" who had just squeezed into the upper class, and he was very unwilling to accept it.

"Sir... According to the itinerary, the passenger ship that the Lord Rhodes takes will arrive within these two days."

Secretary Calvin pushed the door and bowed, "There are also... these documents that require you to sign and confirm."

Although due to the difficulty of wireless telegraphs being unable to cross the ocean, it is a fantasy to set up trans-ocean wired telegraphs, the empire was simply equipped with a few experiments, which were in a state of being in a state of being in a state of being ineffective, and this was even more so in terms of telegraphs on the Dark Continent.

However, it has begun to become increasingly popular in China. When Sulu saw the Telegraph Office in the Chris Empire, his first reaction was whether he had paid himself a patent fee. However, when he thought about the bad relationship between the Empire and the White Eagle Federation, he knew that there was no hope.

However, technology is not good, and there are mysterious additions.

Using some magical items and paying a certain price, you can still achieve real-time contact between the empire and the colonies of the Dark Continent.

This is how Rhodes and his party’s schedule was leaked.

"Damn... I'm going to take away the guards, gold coins... take away everything I can take away, and I won't leave this place to that thief..."

Borton threw the handkerchief to the ground.

Just then, there was a burst of cheers coming from outside the window.

"This sound..."

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

The Governor's Palace is very close to the port, and its office is very high, allowing you to directly overlook the harbor.

At this time, you can see that a steam sail hybrid ship has slowly emerged from sea level, and there are several sail ships guarding the flag of the Chris Empire behind.

Many imperial citizens waved their hats and shirts on their hands to the fleet, expressing their inner excitement.

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

"Golden Flower? It's so fast?"

Looking at the huge letters on the hull, Bolton's expression became even more gloomy: "Come... let's go to greet that 'guest'!"

Because the colony is too far away and the empire cannot effectively control it, basically every local garrison official is an unquestionable "local emperor". In addition, the situation is bad, not arrogant and domineering, and he can hardly survive. Every official is an executioner and a butcher, and ruthlessness is a necessary quality.

Calvin felt cold when he heard this, but he still bowed and retreated.

Half an hour later.

Bodon came to the dock with a team of bright red military uniforms, white feathers on his hat, and muskets.

He was prepared to give the new official a warning even if he was not good, and also to buy time for his transfer of materials.

If the other party does not cooperate, he does not mind politely "invite" the other party to live in a quiet courtyard for a while.

‘But... would it be better to ‘death due to illness’? Anyway, there were many strange plagues in the colony, and there were also the curse of the pseudo-gods! Unfortunately, the new guards were killed in their family... I can continue to stay here without having to return to the empire to make a choice…’

Borton's little eyes flashed.

"Sir, something is wrong."

At this moment, Calvin walked up to him.

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

"Those sailing ships... are not like frigates..." Calvin replied: "It may be the disguise of pirate ships... but it doesn't matter. We have a guard and a shore defense cannon. I will also protect the safety of the adults."

"Wait and see..." Borton was actually looking forward to the Golden Flower being robbed by pirates.

However, when the suspension bridge was lowered and the tourists walked down with a smile, he knew that his expectations had failed.

He glared at Calvin fiercely, and Bolton walked forward with a smile: "Is that Mr. Downton?"

"Mr. Downton is ordering the servants to pack their luggage and wait a moment to get off."

When a seaman saw the commander here, he couldn't help but answer.

"I see."

Bodon was a little dissatisfied. Not long after, he saw a group of people walking down from the boat, leading by a nobleman in his thirties.

Although I was wearing a dress, the rough feeling on my body could not be concealed.

"snort……"

Bodon snorted coldly in his heart, and walked up to greet him with a smile: "Sir Downton, welcome you."

"Ri'an, Baron Manra."

Rhodes felt a little tired of it, but he still treated Bodon with the etiquette of the nobles.

Anfei hugged Rowling and looked at everything around him curiously.

"The weather here is much hotter than the Empire. How can you 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 smiled.

"There is no need for a banquet. Let's handle the handover first. I will go to inspect the military camp and warehouse, and bring the empire's order to withdraw troops. In addition... you are no longer a local garrison officer, Your Excellency."

Rhodes stuffed a paper that had been printed with fire paint and rolled up into Botton's hand, regardless of the other party's dark face.

“Too…too excessive.”

After Botton reacted, his face turned red: "Are you insulting an imperial baron?"

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

Rhode 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 frightened.

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

Rhode grinned: "Baron Manra, are you going to exchange fire with me?"

Cold sweat immediately appeared on Botton's face.

Even though he also mastered the shore defense artillery and a barracks, it was different from the imagination of silently putting the other party under house arrest.

Once a large-scale firefight begins, things will definitely not be hidden.

Attacking the new officer is the charge of treason!

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

Rhode stepped forward and patted Calvin on the shoulder: "Is this your secretary? Not bad, you can follow me in the future, haha..."

After the group of people left, Botton gritted his teeth and looked at his secretary: "Didn't you say, you are a very powerful professional? Why is it useless at all?"
Chapter completed!