"Boss Marcus, this place will be our secret base from now on!" Gray said to me with a resolute expression of a noble sense of mission, holding the katana tightly.

I can probably understand how he feels.

As a young man who has been oppressed by Sebala for a long time, he has to pretend to be a grandson for many years under the old man's power every day, but he is still a real grandson! At least, he will not be able to run away when he is old and cares for him.

At the same time, he was still living in such a peaceful rural town, with nowhere to display his talents. As time went by, he must have become unwilling to do so, causing his personality to become introverted and withdrawn, and he was immersed in his own fantasy world every day.

Coincidentally, I appeared at this time!

With his miraculous (?) weapon forging skills and Batman's inspirational story, he successfully awakened his dream!

He began to devote his energy, which he had nowhere to vent, to studying weapon blueprints, and gradually realized his dream.

This is why I am optimistic about this young man. Other young people have a three-minute fever, their bodies move faster than their brains think, and they give up easily once they encounter problems. But Gray is different. He will focus on thinking about plans before taking action.

, and then the time spent on the effort became outstanding.

If I hadn't discovered this talent from the crowd with my sharp eyes, he would still be buried in the crowd!

I was wearing the First Dimension Right Armguard and looked at him with sigh.

"...Boss, can you return the equipment you have to me first? I still want to adjust and optimize it?"

"No need, I think this thing is perfect!" I hurriedly hid the arm guard behind my back and said to him, "You'd better study the two weapons I gave you and quickly study the equipment behind it. This

Don’t worry about the base, I’ll take care of it!”

Hearing the word "base", Gray's spirit came back immediately and he looked at me excitedly: "Okay boss! I will definitely work overtime to complete the task!"

Now he not only has weapons and equipment to research, but also can look forward to the secret base in the future. Not to mention the 996 overtime mode, he can persist in the blessings of 007.

"Young man, come down the mountain quickly!" I urged him to go down the mountain quickly so that he wouldn't be caught by Sebaka and beaten again.

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After clearing the passage in front of the secret base, we got through the thick bushes and returned to the entrance of the hot spring house.

On the surface, this cave looks like a cliff with a large forest of trees. Only when you get very close, you will find a cave entrance that is small on the outside and large on the inside, which has been hidden by vegetation for countless years.

After going down the mountain, we walked along the path and walked out from the Ore Town Ranch. The two of us parted ways. Gray said that he wanted to go back and continue to study other components of the first dimension. He already had a vague concept in his mind and needed to

Transformed into reality on paper.

My goal is to purchase some seeds for the pasture, especially crops such as potatoes. The subsequent large-scale reclamation will require the help of potatoes.

So I continued walking along the stone road, walked through a depression with shallow water, passed through two rows of well-maintained houses, and arrived at the door of Karen's grocery store.

"Boss Jeff, are you at home?"

I leaned my dripping umbrella against the door and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the grocery store. The bell hanging on the door suddenly jingled, alerting the owner that customers were coming.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and a black bow, holding a palette and standing attentively in front of a drawing board, studying the color scheme of the picture.

This is an oil painting that has been drafted and the main color combination has been decided. The picture is a rough ocean, with a few scattered buildings emerging from the water with difficulty. The rough lines serve as the incarnation of the waves, covering

Covering most of the painting, the overall color is cold and gloomy, as if the entire world's warmth and light have been swallowed up.

Near the bottom of the drawing board, a traditional sailboat is drawn in perspective, with only a corner of the mast showing, but the tilted angle already shows that the sailboat is on the verge of capsizing and is in danger!

"Boss, your painting skills are very profound! You have surpassed Monet and are close to Picasso!"

Boss Jeff's attention was interrupted. He looked away with some reluctance and found me standing next to him.

Hearing my words, he looked at me with some joy: "Yo! Marcus! Do you also know how to paint?! Are Monet and Picasso your masters?" He put his hands in his pockets and made a show of demeanor.

Pianpian said, "This is my inspiration!"

It seems that my expression is still too vague.

As the saying goes, if you paint a little bit like Monet, you are an impressionist; if you paint nothing like it, you are an abstract Picasso...

"Well... the boss's painting skills amaze me! I wonder where the inspiration for this painting came from?" I expressed my thoughts implicitly.

Boss Jeff, however, introduced me as a confidant and enthusiastically introduced his painting inspiration.

"This is when I was young, I bought a sailboat to imitate ancient sailors, and traveled to many places with my friends."

"On our last voyage, we went to the outer sea to look for an ancient floating island. It is said that every time there is volcanic activity under the sea, a floating island that sank on the seabed will rise out of the water, with many strange architectural remains on it."

"We drifted in that sea for more than a month, and finally met the island during a storm. However, due to the lack of fresh water and nutrients, many of us have developed paranoia. Everyone's description of the island afterwards

They’re all different.”

“Some people saw a silt-covered submarine hill, with dark green soil with golden or iridescent patches and stripes; some people said it was a piece of land with huge claws on its front and rear feet, and a pair of claws on its back.

It is a basalt stone statue with long and narrow wings; some people say that it is an indescribable thing with a soft head with countless tentacles, a fat body with scales, and lurking on the bottom of the sea..."

"But what I saw was a strange city that was destroyed in ancient times. There were really many towers and suspension bridges that reached into the sky. Although these huge and exquisite buildings have different styles and preservation states, they

Everything is magnificent.”

"No one remembers what happened next. In the end, our ship was completely destroyed in the storm, and we could only struggle to survive by relying on floating wooden boards. A few people returned to the shore alive..."

Boss Jeff subconsciously rubbed his stomach and muttered without hesitation: "After that, whenever I get nervous or the weather is bad, my stomach will hurt. It may be the root cause of the disease left by soaking in the sea for two days and two nights.

."

I asked in surprise: "Boss, such a dangerous thing has happened to you? Does Karen know?"

Boss Jeff obviously didn't want to answer directly and started talking about irrelevant things: "I don't know why, although I forgot the details of the voyage that day, I kept this image firmly in my mind, and it often appeared in my dreams... and

Every time I think about it, some details will appear and become more vivid... I will draw the scenes in my dreams every time as a record..."

His voice became softer and quieter, as if he was falling into sleep. Countless water mist steamed from his eyes, manic wind and rain sounded in his ears, and his body was filled with salty sea water. The boiling world was rolling and spinning.

, to swallow him whole and merge into one.

In the last moment of clarity of consciousness, he caught a glimpse of a wonder that he would never forget in this life...

Boss Jeff unconsciously covered his palms with paint, mixed the colors of the entire palette wantonly, and rubbed out an obscure shadow on the canvas.

That out-of-place shadow made that sea, that island, and those buildings appear as if they were all hypocritical in a floating world.
Chapter completed!