"Please disembark in an orderly manner. I hope we can meet again on your next sea-crossing flight."
A sweet voice came from the magic loudspeaker. Lei Luo followed the queue and got off the transport ship. He had learned his lesson this time and would rather wait for a while than board a cheap flight. The previous experience had made him feel helpless, so he rested all the way. It took him three days to reach the northern border.
According to the map given by Ulysses, this northern border was equivalent to a province of the empire. However, due to its remote location and cold weather, it was vast and sparsely populated. There was only one flight every week; moreover, only one airline was willing to open such an unpopular flight.
As soon as he got off the spaceship, Lei Luo felt how cold the weather was. He quickly went to the side to find a windbreaker to keep himself warm.