The Crescent has completed various supplies, the stamping equipment that Connie tinkered with has also been installed, and Jimmy has also boarded the flying ship, but the Crescent has not yet taken off.
Now there's a problem, and it's one of the reasons why flying ship captains throughout the ages didn't want women to sail.
The sleepy Vivian has nowhere to stay.
There are small rooms on the Crescent, but they are very few, with only three rooms.
One is the captain's cabin exclusively for Schliemann, the other is the first mate's cabin exclusively for Hillpeter, and the other is used by Schliemann to store some odds and ends that may come in handy. As for the other crew members, they live below deck. There is a fairly comfortable hammock in the large compartment on the first floor.
Now that the utility room has been taken care of, it is used to entertain the benefactor, Apton. Now if he wants to vacate the room, he has to let Hilpeter live in a large compartment.
Schliemann, who had been thinking about the appropriate words for a long time, just made this request, and Hillpeter immediately agreed, which was completely beyond Schliemann's expectations.
But when he saw Hilpeter tidying up the room carefully, as if he was afraid of waking Vivian, Schliemann sighed.
He called Hilpeter to the deck, avoiding the crew members who were carrying things, and said in a low voice: "What's going on today with a guy like you who always looks for women as soon as he docks?"
Hilpeter was stunned when asked, unable to understand what the captain meant.
"Why have you put away your usual wild energy?"
"Ah, you're talking about this... I don't know, I just think that I'm old enough and have had enough fun, so it's time to buy a home."
"She has a master."
Hilpeter was stunned and asked: "Who is it? Our sponsor this time?"
"No, didn't you see who brought Vivian here?"
"Oh, that follower?
They're not married, so I don't care. "
Hillpeter's words made Schliemann roll his eyes. In terms of eloquence, he was just a scumbag.
"We are not the ones who follow but don't follow. He is very skilled."
"I'm not bad either!"
Hill Peter hugged his shoulders and seemed to be pursuing Vivian. Walter's appearance only aroused his desire.
Schliemann originally wanted to persuade Hillpeter to give up, but he could not directly say that Apton was a former royal family, nor could he say that Walter was the king's guard.
He frowned and thought for a while, and realized that the decision on this matter rested with Vivian.
In the final analysis, this is free love. The two of them get along day and night and have an emotional basis. You, Peter, will not succeed.
But Schliemann didn't want Hillpeter to lose too badly. If the relationship was tense, how should future exploration missions be carried out?
Thinking of this, Schliemann felt that he needed to set a bottom line for Hillpeter.
“Hey, Hilpeter, don’t fight Walter because of this matter.
After the Crescent really belongs to you, I won't care if you throw Walter off the ship, but not before that. "
Hilpeter scratched his cheek and accepted the captain's order, but this matter could not trouble him. He was the first mate on the ship.
As long as the Crescent leaves the ground, even the financial backer Ampton will have to listen to him to some extent.
The Crescent weighed anchor.
The cabin was so packed with supplies and plume tanks that there was not much space left in the large crew compartment.
Schliemann and Ampton stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the endless blue sea in his field of vision. He suddenly remembered the legend Ampton had told.
Schliemann looked at his pocket watch and complained: "It's really too late than expected. The sun will set if we don't start."
Ampton looked up at the sun hanging above his head and looked at Schliemann incomprehensibly.
"Ah, I'm sorry, where we are, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. After the sun sets, it will be dark. There will be the moon and stars in the sky."
"Interesting world, if this is true, you should miss it."
Schliemann sighed. The green of the sea in front of him connected with the blue of the sky, forming a slightly upward arc.
"Yeah, it would be nice to have a glass of iced Coke at this time."
"Ice Coke? Is it a kind of alcohol in your world?"
Apton asked curiously, and then he was surprised to find that he no longer thought that Schliemann's world was a legend, and he became interested in that world.
“No, it’s a drink.
As long as you take a sip, you will understand that its coldness will completely fill your mouth, and its sweet taste will explode on every taste bud of yours. You will not be able to help but smack your lips and savor it over and over again. . "
Ampton had never heard of a drink similar to this description, but Schliemann's description made him swallow his saliva and feel a longing for it.
"What a wonderful drink... Mr. Schliemann, can you tell us a little more about your world?"
Schliemann was very happy. Like a child with weird interests who finally found a partner with similar interests, he began to show off his memories full of colors from another world.
He recalled and told it, just as Hampton told him the legend in the hotel that morning, describing it in detail.
This was a treat in itself for Schliemann.
He was like a cow, regurgitating his precious memories and nostalgic life, and recalling them repeatedly in his narration.
And Apton became more and more interested in his story.
As a royal, he looked at the world from a different perspective, and he was immediately attracted to the grand world history of that world.
Eventually, he began to act like Schliemann, ignoring the other party's pauses and asking what happened next regardless of etiquette.
They suddenly seemed like confidants they hadn't seen for a long time, expressing their own opinions on something, as if their opinions represented their own worlds.
Behind them, a crow sat on the deck, its feathers ruffled by the breeze, and it flew high into the air, landing on the observation deck.
Jimmy was on duty at the observation deck. He looked around and retreated into the observation deck when he saw that no one was paying attention.
He rolled up his sleeves and saw the bulge on his left forearm that moved with his heartbeat.
Jimmy stretched out his hand nervously and pressed the bulge, rubbing it hard until the skin was burning.
But when he let go, the squirming bulge was still there, like a worm lurking beneath the skin.
His eyes were full of nervousness, he took out the dagger, stared at the bulge, and gasped nervously.
After a brief hesitation, he stabbed the bump hard, and the skin was cut open. With the stinging pain, blood flowed across his arm.
However, he failed to see the squirming thing from the small opening. He expanded the wound again in disbelief, even discarding the dagger and reaching in, trying to turn over the muscle layer.
"What? Are you going to refuse the blessing of God Primus?"
The sound suddenly appeared, causing Jimmy, who was already sweating, to step back in fright while touching the dagger dropped on the ground.
The crow appeared again. It stood on the fence of the observation tower, tilting its head and staring at him with its disgusting cross pupils.
"What on earth do you want to do!? I did everything you asked, why are you still pestering me!"
The suppressed shouts made Jimmy look even more hysterical. He clutched the dagger and gritted his teeth.
"Don't be stupid. Without the blessing of God Primus, you would have died in that accident just like your family."
After the crow finished speaking, the beak tapped Jimmy's healing arm a few times, as if to remind him of the importance of blessing.
Jimmy looked at the wound that was still squirming but indeed healing rapidly. After experiencing a brief surprise, he stretched out his hand as fast as lightning.
The hand went straight to the smaller and smaller wounds, and finally caught the squirming thing in the bloody arm.
Then he pulled out suddenly, and a tentacle as thick as a little finger was pulled out. It shrank back hard, resisting Jimmy's pulling force.
Jimmy gritted his teeth and pulled out a longer part of the tentacle. Just when he thought he was about to get rid of this thing, he was shocked to find that part of his left forearm hung down weakly, like a torn off Gloves.
He screamed, ducked back and hit his head on the fence with a bang.
"Hey! Jimmy! What's going on up there?"
Hearing the captain's voice, Jimmy quickly got up. He hid his left arm behind his back, looking embarrassed as if he had been caught in an embarrassing situation.
"I'm sorry, Captain, I just fell down."
The captain didn't seem suspicious. After telling Jimmy to pay attention to safety, he continued chatting with the gentleman, which made Jimmy relieved.
But he remembered his left hand, which was like a deflated balloon. He quickly lowered his head to check, only to see that his left hand was intact.
There was no softening, no wounds, or even blood stains. It was like the twisted and twisted body that had been thrown, reversing and recovering without any trace.
But he still doesn't like his current body, because there seems to be another person, or something, whispering and whispering in his current body.
Jimmy couldn't understand those languages at all, and those whispers made him confused and almost crazy. He wished that he had not been favored by Premus and died beside his family.
He stared blankly into the distance, letting the crow flutter its black wings and land on his shoulder.
"How can I ask God Primus to withdraw his blessing?"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The crow's voice was low, like bubbles bubbling in the swamp.
"I just want to go in peace."
The crow chuckled, then spread its wings and chirped a few times.
Jimmy felt relaxed all over, and the whisper that almost drove him crazy disappeared. He looked down and saw that the bulge on his wrist that squirmed with his heartbeat had completely disappeared.
He stood up and jumped twice. He had never felt as good as he did today.
"Do you still want to die now?"
A trace of sadness flashed across Jimmy's face, he lowered his head and stopped talking.
"If you continue to do as I say, I can help you save your sister when it happens. God Primus can do this no matter how long it takes."
Jimmy was no longer sad, he raised his head excitedly, with ecstasy in his eyes.
"Really? If I tried harder, could God Primus save my entire family?"
"No, kid, your parents don't have the qualifications to be saved."
The disappointment did not stay on Jimmy's face for long, piety appeared on his face. He knelt down in the observation deck, facing the crow in front of him, and praised melodiously from his mouth.
The crow stood on the fence. It proudly looked down at the child in front of it. It patiently accepted the other's praise, just like the majestic statue behind the altar looking down on all living beings.
