The atmosphere on the three-masted sailboat seemed a bit awkward. Looking at the astrologer's apprentice with a gloomy face, the Stewart brothers and sisters were a little at a loss. Danny slowly walked over and tentatively poked Jonah's arm with his finger: " Hey, cargo friend, are you okay?"
Jonah shook his head heavily. He could not tell the betrayer's prophecy to his new friends who were not yet familiar with him. "I...I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. I'll go back to the cabin now," he walked towards the gangway with his head lowered.
Danny obviously saw that he was worried, but he consciously chose to shut up. Jonah walked down the two stairs, suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked outside: "What is that,"
"The cemetery," Hannah answered.
After the "Bactrian Wind" rushed down the large sand waterfall, riding on the sand flow and high winds, it moved forward at high speed. Countless pale skeletons began to appear in the desert. Huge cylindrical exoskeletons buried in the yellow sand were scattered around, and broken bones looked like stubble. Pointing to the sky like a sharp sword, vibrations came from the deck, and a strong tremor came from the chatter, but this was not the natural fear of facing the big sand waterfall, but the deep sadness of the death of the same kind of rabbit and fox.
Seeing Jonah staying on the stairs and observing the surroundings, Danny said: "These are the remains of the sand-eating insects that died in the large sand waterfall. Whether they washed down from above or went upstream, it is very difficult for the sand-eating insects." A difficult challenge. After the exhausted worm fell to death, it was washed away by the quicksand to this cemetery and slowly rotted away. In fact, 80% of the newly born female worms failed to pass the test of the first large sand waterfall and were killed by the Lord God Lu. Eliminated by Tower's cruel selection,"
A three-masted sailboat sailed past the center of an extremely large skeleton. The tissue that had not completely rotted hung on the thick ribs. Each ring of bones half-buried in the sand was higher than the mast of the sailboat. "Giant worms, maybe as big as The Layton sisters of 'Racing Star' are even bigger," Danny looked up in wonder, "It's such a shame, she could have grown into a good girl with great strength,"
"Destiny," Hannah looked into the distance.
"Fate..." Jonah lowered his head with a solemn expression and walked into the cabin.
At this moment, he realized that he hated the word "destiny" very much. If fate really cannot be rewritten and cannot be known, why should he be allowed to obtain various clues in advance and make him surrender powerlessly in the face of the destined outcome again and again? The astrologer's apprentice covered his head. Holding his chest, outside of his beating heart, the remnants of the nameless book were making a cold mockery. The prophecy of the Well of Light was vague, but Elliot had already given him the answer: The man from the void The demon will come to his body again and seize this frail body from the pale soul of the seventeen-year-old boy.
He stumbled into the cabin, walked through the debris scattered on the floor, and fell on the bed. The headache of a hangover, the sore muscles and the dull pain in the palms of his hands came all at once, but the omnipresent pain made him feel Somewhat relieved, the pain made it difficult for him to think. As long as he closed his eyes, the pain radiating in his field of vision like fireworks occupied all the astrologer's apprentice's consciousness. He could no longer be afraid of the prophecy that was about to happen. It was difficult to breathe and unable to recall. .
Footsteps sounded softly around him, and the collision of glass bottles and jars came, "Boom". A glass of water was placed on the bedside table. Jonah opened one eye and saw the clear water in the glass following the movement of the three-masted sailboat. Shake and tilt left and right.
"Drink some water,"
It was Hannah Stewart's voice. The red cloak paused on the edge of the bed for a long time, swirling like a flower. Footsteps came, and the blonde girl slowly walked up the hanging ladder and left the room.
Jonah didn't want to move a little finger, but another signal came from his body. The lack of nourishment in the tissue increased the temptation of water exponentially. He could even smell the fragrance of the steam in the cup of water, and his throat made a dry sound. , Jonah sat up with difficulty, picked up the water glass, and drank it all in one gulp. His swollen fingers caused him to spill a few drops of water on the sheets. He tried his best to control the instinctive urge to lick the sheets.
In the desert, water is a good medicine for healing pain. Just a cup of colorless and odorless water made Jonah feel much relieved. In order to escape the fear of the betrayer's prophecy in the fourth article, he prepared a pen before his thinking ability recovered. Using paper and a protractor, I laid the Summer White Cherry flat on the small table and began to draw the magic circle of thirteen red crystals.
There was a clanking sound above the head. It must be that Danny started to repair the sailboat. A closer look showed that even the interior of the cabin looked dilapidated. The wooden walls that had not been maintained were full of cracks. The carved decorations everywhere told Jonah that this boat was The ship was once a beautiful work of art, but now it has lost its vitality like the bones in the cemetery, and is on the verge of being weathered into sand. No matter how hard the Stewart brothers and sisters try, the "Bactrian Wind" that has lost its owner is on the verge of turning into sand. Walking toward destruction like a dying old man, at this moment, the astrologer apprentice suddenly understood Danny's extreme thirst for money. Maintaining such a three-masted sailboat was extremely costly and energy-consuming. Although they are older than Jonah, the Stewart brothers and sisters are only young men a few years older than Jonah. The legacy of their ancestors has become a heavy burden. The astrologer apprentice seems to be able to understand this feeling.
"Crack," a big hole was revealed in the ceiling above his head, and a man's big foot protruded from the rotten wooden board. "Oh, my great god Luta, are you kidding me? Even the deck is going to be destroyed," Danny screamed from above. Yelling, withdrew that foot, Yona's eyes were dazzled, and he saw Danny's stern face appearing in the big hole: "Well, unexpected, unexpected, you are busy with your cargo friend,"
Then a broken wooden board blocked the skylight from the big hole, and there was a clanging sound of nails. The hole was barely sealed. Jonah sighed and continued to look down at the magic pistol.
Thirteen red crystals are strung together three-dimensionally by mithril threads as thin as spider silk. To recreate the magic circle on flat papyrus, it is necessary to clarify the direction of each mithril thread and make the complex connections clear. After copying the form, Jonah spread out a piece of yellowed papyrus. This paper had been pressed in the bilge for an unknown period of time, so that every crease was imprinted with traces of dust and could not be smoothed out.
He dipped his quill in blue ink and drew a small circle on the paper to represent the first red crystal. This red crystal was located on the handle of the Summer White Sakura. It could activate the entire magic through the user's body temperature. Fortunately, Jonah dug out a well-made magnifying glass from the mess in the locker. The convex mirror embedded in the brass frame was ground from a single piece of crystal stone. At first glance, it is the exquisite handiwork of the craftsmen of the Western Continent. There is also a line of small words on the handle of the magnifying glass: "March 644, I love you Marilyn."
Jonah was slightly startled. The year 644 is the era method of St. Bollen's national calendar, which is equivalent to the year 2282 of the continental universal calendar. Twenty-four years ago, he did not expect to see items from his hometown in the distant southern continent. Astrology The warlock apprentice sighed with emotion for half a minute and began to observe the magic pistol with a magnifying glass. The mithril threads as thin as an ox hair became much clearer. Jonah raised the mirror with his left hand and drew rays of radiation on the paper with his right hand. The radiation emitted from the activation red crystal There were actually thirty-one lines, roughly divided into four categories according to direction. The drawing of the first crystal alone took him an hour and a half.
"You're hungry," Danny poked his head out from the stairs.
"Not hungry yet," Jonah shook his head without looking up.
The man from the Stewart family said displeased: "Even if you are doing an important job now, you can't be so disrespectful to the only chef on this ship. Loyalty to food is a very precious quality. You have to be grateful. Now Do it again," he said and disappeared up the gangway.
Jonah couldn't help but think of a guy who respected food very much, Qiao Pu, the leader of the Golden Hammer Guards. He didn't know what he was doing now.
"You must be hungry," Danny poked his head out from the stairs again.
"Very hungry," Jonah raised his head in response.
"What a coincidence, I just happened to make a very delicious beef risotto. The side dishes include onions, cauliflower, potatoes and beans. They are all fresh ingredients purchased from Racing Star yesterday," Danny walked away with a smile. He came down, holding a large plate in his right hand, and placed it gently on the small desk. With his left hand behind his back, he bent slightly and opened the silver cover on the plate with a mysterious expression: "Please enjoy, Mr. Goods Friend,"
Jonah stared at the plate of good-looking risotto and hesitantly picked up the spoon, "Now... you can eat, right?"
"Be grateful," Danny angrily snatched the cutlery from his hand and closed the lid with a bang, "Do it again,"
"But you didn't remind me what I should do..." Jonah said aggrievedly, secretly moving the papyrus under the plate a little to prevent ruining his research results.
The man from the Stewart family once again bent down with his hands behind his back, gently opened the silver cover, and said with a smile: "Please enjoy, Mr. Goods Friend,"
Jonah suddenly understood, picked up a spoon and shoveled a spoonful of risotto into his mouth, chewed it twice, and raised his thumb: "It's very delicious."
Danny showed a reserved and stinky smile: "Yes sir, of course sir, please give me your opinion,"
Jonah secretly looked at the other party and saw that there was no winking movement on Danny's face. He immediately understood that he should not speak at this time, so he ate his risotto without making a sound.
"Don't you have any comments? Thank you for your affirmation." Danny was overjoyed, bowed, and backed up the gangway: "Please use it slowly, sir." He turned around and ran in the last few steps, and rushed to the deck. His shouting soon came from outside: "Seeing that there is no Hannah, someone is finally willing to admit that the food I cook is delicious. One by one, your endless complaints have been rejected, hahahaha,"
The astrologer's apprentice chewed the rice grains in his mouth. To be fair, it was a decent plate of home-cooked risotto, but compared to the fragrant but bloody beef risotto cooked by his father on the day of rent collection at Cherry Crossing, Jonah I feel that being able to finish a plate of food calmly like this, no matter how skilled the chef is, is supremely delicious.
But he knew in his heart that such peace must be very short-lived.