Mude, Blaze and his subordinates stood at the stern of the Shiperian and waved goodbye to the people of the Bavolam tribe who were still on the coast.
It was not until the coastline had completely disappeared from their field of vision that Mude and others put down their hands.
"I'm going back to China..." Blaise sighed, "When I really want to leave the new world, I'm still a little reluctant..."
Mude and Blaze are both in their 60s.
To put it bluntly, they are both not far from death.
This time I left the New World, I may not have a chance to return here again.
In other words, their separation from the people of the Bavolam tribe may be a farewell forever.
When he thought that this separation would be very likely to be a farewell forever, Blaze couldn't help but feel a little sad in his tone.
As soon as Blaise finished speaking, Mude raised his hand and patted Blaise on the shoulder.
"A person's life is to repeat the joys and sorrows and separations over decades."
Mude and the people of the Bavolam tribe have the deepest feelings, so if you want to say who is the saddest person in this separation, it must be Mude.
However, even though he suppressed his sadness and reluctance in his heart, Mu De's eyes couldn't help but turn red.
After raising his hand and trying the tears from the corners of his eyes, Mu De turned around and walked towards the cabin.
He wants to go back to his room and give his "New World Drifting Diary" a perfect ending.
After coming to the New World, Mude listened to Blaze's advice and began to insist on writing a diary and recording his life in the New World.
This diary was nicknamed "Drifting Diary" by Mu De himself.
Now that they have left the New World and have officially embarked on their journey back to China, it is time to give this "New World Drifting Diary" a perfect ending.
Back in the room, sat at the wooden table, opened the notebook that had become a little ragged due to excessive frequent flipping, took out the quill that had been dipped in ink, and began to record the final content of the diary.
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【The last day of coming to the New World】
Today is our last day in the New World.
We have been in the New World for a long time and have decided to return to China today.
To be honest, I feel a little reluctant.
I've become accustomed to life in the New World.
I also met many friends in the New World.
There are many indigenous people on the New World. Until we left, we didn’t know how many people lived on the New World.
As far as I know now, there are at least millions of indigenous peoples in the New World.
No matter which nation, there must be kind good people and evil bad people.
We were lucky and met the Bavolam tribe in the New World - a rather friendly tribe.
The people of the Bavolam tribe are very nice to us. Although their level of civilization is very low and they are still in the backward Stone Age, they have done friendly behaviors that even humans in our "Old Continent" can do in the face of strange and alien nations.
After confirming that we were not hostile to them, they took the initiative to take in our group of languages ​​and cultures that did not have a single different ethnic group. When we first came to their tribe, they also held a grand welcome ceremony for us. That night, both us and them were drinking, cheering and enjoying.
When we left, the patriarch of the Bavolam tribe told me: They welcome us very much. When we return to the New World again, he will definitely lead all the tribe members to welcome us.
And I also told the patriarch at that time: "If we have the chance, we will definitely come back. When we come back, we will definitely bring more good things and teach you more advanced technologies so that you can live a better life."
After hearing what I said, the patriarch smiled and gave me a warm bear hug.
The Flam people have a very special etiquette, which I named "Hughing" it.
According to the Flam custom, embracing this behavior can only be left to your family and close friends.
The patriarch of the Bavolam tribe took the initiative to give me a bear hug - which shows that he treated me as a close friend.
The patriarch's emphasis on me made me feel very touched, so I hugged the patriarch tightly at that time.
During this time in the New World, we taught the people of the Bavolam tribe all the advanced technology we can teach them.
For example: the technology of drilling wells, farming technology, and pharmaceutical production technology.
If I still have the opportunity to come to the New World, I will definitely teach the people of the Bavolam tribe more advanced technology and bring more good things to them.
Now that we think about it carefully, we can't understand what each other is saying, and we don't even have the same cultural customs as each other, but we can still get along with them in a friendly manner and cultivate wonderful and precious friendship together - it's really amazing and incredible that such a thing can happen.
I had a strange idea for no reason.
When we first contacted the people of the Bavolam tribe, we could not communicate with them in words at all.
However, even in such a situation where we cannot communicate in words, we can still get along with them in a friendly manner and cultivate precious friendships together.
So in the "Old Continent", people in countries such as the Holy Hillan Empire and the Frank Empire can communicate in words, so why can't they get along with them in a friendly manner? Do you still have to fight like this?
This question seems to be a bit too big. I am just a knight fighting on the battlefield, not a scholar, so I have not yet come up with the answer to this question.
I hope that readers who are reading my diary can help me think about this issue.
I have served the Britannian Empire for decades. During these decades, I have no idea how many battles I have participated in. I have participated in no less than 10 times in large-scale battles with a total strength of more than 100,000 on both sides.
I have participated in so many battles and fought for so long, to be honest, I am a little tired of it.
Now that I think about it carefully, this may be one of the important reasons why I was not overly excited after being transferred to the Navy Chief Commander, because as long as I go to the Navy, there will be not so many battles to participate.
The war seemed to be endless, and after this battle, there was another one. I really don’t know when the battle would end.
I really hope that our Britannian Empire and other countries can live in peace, just like ours and the people of Bavolam, even if the culture is not similar.
I will cherish my friendship with the Flam people in the New World for the rest of my life.
After we transport these gold back to China, our country will definitely spend a lot of money to build an ocean-going fleet to dig gold specifically for the New World.
May the people who come to the New World to dig gold continue our precious friendship with the Flams.
May the "flame" of the New World become more and more prosperous.
Mude Hardy
Chapter completed!