The enthusiasm of the pink hat dwarf was endless. The wine and music were endless. Gu Tie fell into a deep sleep. This time the system captured his regular brainwave signals and automatically kicked his login thread out of the "world". Chinese
Snoring in the tent of the rebel camp in Batangafo, Central Africa.
The elder with the longest beard finally noticed that Baron Jonah was asleep. "Stop." He immediately stretched out his hand and shushed. They all twisted their buttocks, hugged the barrel, and danced a striptease (they could only take off their clothes but not their hats. Pink.
The thing under the hat of the dwarves is their greatest shame. It must not be shown to others). The Flores man who sang loudly immediately froze in place as if he was under a time-stop magic. The music of the trumpet player
His hands awkwardly puffed out his cheeks and blocked the mouthpiece with his tongue. Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. One dwarf accidentally dropped the wooden wine glass in his hand. He was so frightened that he took a breath of cold air before the glass fell to the ground.
He flew up and kicked towards the crowd on the opposite side. A glass full of cold strawberry sparkling wine crashed onto the head of another dwarf. Instead, the unlucky guy raised his thumb and showed a "well done" smile of praise to the instigator.
There was silence in the banquet hall. There was only the short breathing of hundreds of dwarves. It was like a group of little mice whispering. The elder with the longest beard lifted up his robe and tiptoed to the side of the astrologer. He stood on tiptoes and shook his hand. Then he turned around.
Turn around and cross your hands on your head to form a big "X" symbol. The pink hat dwarves immediately held their breath and dispersed in all directions, carefully walking around.
The floor was covered with wine barrels, dinner plates, ribbons and balloons. He left quietly through the four doors. The elder took off his robe and stretched his arms as far as he could to cover Baron Jonah's shoulders. The robe could only barely cover the Baron's back.
It's just on his back; he thought for a while, then took off the short robe and petticoat he was wearing underneath, and gently covered Jonah's back. Then he turned around and walked away quietly, and walked out of the banquet hall door naked.
"Click." The magic gas lamp went out. The crack in the door gradually closed, leaving an undisturbed darkness to the tired fifth-level astrologer.
"Lord Jonah is asleep." Someone was whispering outside the door.
"Yes, yes. Fortunately, I didn't wake him up."
"Sleeping on your stomach will hurt your back. Can you please move the adults to the bedroom?"
"That will disturb his sleep."
"Elder, is Pidip from the Southern Continent on the ship? Just call him."
"Oh. That's right. As long as Pidip is here, it won't be a problem. He should still be quarreling with someone in the war conference room. You can definitely find him there."
"That's right. Elder."
"how."
"...Why are you not wearing any clothes?"
"...I don't want to boast to you, Level 2 Steam Master. But I dedicated my clothes to Master Jonah to prevent him from catching a cold when he fell asleep. This can be said to be the most proud streaking."
"Elder, this will definitely become a good story for Ekbatana... Please allow me to touch your belly button with my middle finger to express my sincere respect for your naked body."
"Shh. If you wake up Mr. Yona, you and your middle finger will be thrown into the lava and burned into crispy fried chicken... Okay. Just touch it gently..."
Jonah slept soundly.
Early the next morning, he woke up in an extremely soft big bed. The bed was covered with goose feather cushions as soft as clouds. The sheets were the smoothest and most delicate white silk in the Eastern Continent. The pillows were filled with fluffy velvet. The 17-year-old boy was so comfortable.
He groaned and turned over. He hugged the quilt lazily and refused to get up. It had been a long time since he had slept on a real bed. Ever since he left Suiyang City in the Southern Shang Kingdom and set off north to look for Long Ji.
During the journey, he slept in the open air, was hungry and thirsty, and ate rough dry food (no one had prepared a sumptuous dinner for him since he left Asai). Jonah finally understood what the Orientals call 'obsession with food'
'. After all, dinner and bonfire are the only things that can make a traveler relax physically and mentally in a day. But when he began to understand the King of Assassins, Asai never came back. He could never appear in the boy's body again.
Bian was smoking sausages as usual, telling jokes, looking at him with evil yet innocent black eyes, always ready to play pranks on his friends around him; he could no longer draw his dagger and stand up when danger came.
Go out. Contempt all the enemies in front of you with a scornful gaze. While laughing at the young man's weakness, help him cut off, destroy and crush all the obstacles on the way forward. Just think about it.
Hearing the name of the Assassin King Simion Longchang, the young man felt a sting like a needle deep in his heart. He had never dared to think about topics related to Asai. He pretended that he was only temporarily separated from him. From his subconscious
Refusing to accept this cruel fact). Sleeping between the starlight and the grass. Who would have thought that after escaping the pursuers and coming to the northern continent, he would have such luxurious enjoyment. For a moment, Jonah felt that the scenery around him seemed a bit unreal.
Of course it took him a long time to remember where he was. This was a guest room on the steam submarine USS San Jonna, formerly the USS San Gilberto. The walls were painted light yellow and the floor was paved with brand new tiles. Wool carpet. It can be seen that it has been recently decorated; there is a window on the wall. The window has light blue tassel curtains. How can a ship travel underground? How can there be windows on a ship underground? Jonah rubbed his eyes and sat up. I found that I was wearing brand new linen pajamas. My robe, deerskin bag and equipment were neatly stacked on the bedside. I don't know if I took off my clothes unconsciously before falling asleep or if someone helped me put on my pajamas.
The young man yawned. He took off his pajamas and put on a blue robe. He put on his deerskin bag and held Silapina in his hands. He walked to the window and lifted the curtains to take a look. He couldn't see anything in the darkness outside. He smiled wryly to himself. With a sound, Jonah turned around and opened the door.
"Lord Jonah, wake up." Cheers immediately sounded outside. Seven or eight pink-hatted dwarves rushed over to salute. Two dwarves held spears and stopped a tall, thin old man with a white beard. The old man shouted angrily: "Boy. .You are finally awake. These people have been blocking me from passing by. They are very annoying. Come with me quickly. Everyone is waiting for you."
"Ah, Teacher Keshava, I don't know..." Yona was startled and quickly went over to help the teacher out. Keshava rolled his sleeves angrily: "These dwarves regard you as their savior. It's true. It just happened to calm down a volcanic eruption. If it had been me, I would have done it without any effort at all. Follow me." He took a step ahead and left. Jonah quickly explained to the dwarves, "I'll talk to them later. Say hello." He hurriedly followed the teacher.
Keshava is tall and has long legs. He walks very fast. Jonah has to jog all the way to catch up with the teacher. He can't help but think of the time when he was an apprentice on the red clay plain. Every time the teacher climbed to the top of the astrology tower, he had to stand next to him. I struggled to catch up, and even got scolded when I lost track of him. The teacher's back looked so familiar, yet a little different. The weight of years on his body made the teacher's back less straight and his shoulders less strong.
"Teacher..." the young man called softly. Just like ten years ago, Keshava didn't even pay attention. He just snorted from his nostrils.
They walked through the submarine ship. The passage was narrow and low, but it was decorated with exquisite teak floors and wood grain wall panels. Every few yards, a magic gas lamp chirped and emitted light. It did not give people a depressing feeling. "Lord Jonah." Every time he turned a corner, two pink-hatted dwarves saluted him with shining eyes. Jonah didn't know what they were doing standing in the passage, but he still greeted everyone politely. "This is the upper deck on the starboard side of the submarine ship. Everyone is waiting for you in the first conference room. Just two more turns and you'll be there." Keshava gave a brief introduction.
"Who are you referring to?" the young man asked curiously.
The old man didn't answer. At this time, Jonah's staff accidentally hit the wall at a corner. "Ouch. Ouch." The two dwarves screamed at the same time and fell backwards. They fell down with the entire wall. It fell into a ball with a bang. Jonah stopped and watched in surprise. He found that the wall on the left side of the passage was simply a huge cardboard with exquisite decorations. The pink hat dwarves secretly held the cardboard and stood in a line to prevent Baron Jonah. See what's behind.
On the left side of the passage is a six-foot-wide steel platform. The pillars of the platform have been corroded to a disgrace. The bolts, rivets and steel plates are rusted into a mess. The two dwarves almost fell under the platform. Fortunately, they caught the big cardboard. "Crunch" "Creak..." The iron frame groaned unpleasantly, and the rust fell off.
Jonah pulled the two dwarves up with the cardboard and looked out. The left side of the platform was empty. There was a cliff of unknown height. Snow-white steam spewed out from nowhere in the deep darkness below, flashing with welding. The arc light. Opposite is a similarly shaky steel platform, about ten yards away. The inside of the platform is sealed with cardboard so that the scene behind cannot be seen. A dwarf with a pink hat panted and climbed into the passage. He kicked his feet. A piece of rusty steel bar was kicked off. The steel bar fell for a long time before the sound of impact was heard. Someone screamed in the dark and cursed in a sharp voice.
"...I won't mind if it's not repaired. After all, it's a ship from hundreds of years ago." Jonah understood what the dwarves were thinking and shook his head.
"Lord Jonah." The eyes of the dwarves immediately turned red. "Although Ecbatana has always kept the drawings of the Saint Jonah, this ship has been parked for hundreds of years and is really in dilapidated shape. We spent a lot of time I can only make it barely move with all my strength. I’m really sorry. I’m sorry.”
Jonah smiled bitterly and said: "You don't have to do this to me. I'm just an incompetent fifth-level astrologer... Speaking of which, the east and west sides of this ship are separated. This structure seems a bit familiar."
A dwarf said in surprise: "You are really knowledgeable and talented. This ship has the same hull structure as the 'Racing Star' built by the Tantuha people. In principle, this is for..."
"Stop talking nonsense, kid. Let's go quickly." Keshava glared. "How long do you want the emperors to wait?"