"You promised me to look for it!"
"I promised you, but I can't find it."
"Have you found him yet? Aren't you worried about your captain?"
"The captain is much more powerful than me, why should I worry about him..."
Vivian was stunned for a moment, and thinking according to Hilpeter's straightforward thinking, Wang Ye was more powerful than her, so she shouldn't worry.
But Hilpeter's theory conflicts with Vivian's worries. In other words, this is a conflict between rationality and sensibility.
The conflict spread from the kitchen to the cargo hold, and from the cargo hold to the deck. No matter how Silpeter tried to hide, Vivian would chase him and mutter as if she had to ask for an explanation.
The crew was used to this kind of thing, or maybe their rumbling stomachs made them too lazy to care. They leaned on the side of the Crescent and looked at the big hole that had been covered by sand dunes again, over and over again. sigh.
"Hey! Hilpeter! Someone is coming over there!"
Gada, who was on duty at the observation deck, shouted with a dry voice to Hilpeter, who was running around with his head in his arms. He would never leave his post without permission again, and he would never dare to do so again in this life.
"Which way?"
"Southside!"
"Several people?"
"Two! One tall and one short...it seems to be Walter!"
The crew cheered and ran to the stern of the Crescent.
Hilpeter looked carefully through the telescope. The tall one was indeed Walter, and the short one with a pair of dark hands was undoubtedly Selu.
"Why are they just the two of them?"
Vivian can always only see the bad side. She thinks that people who don't show up are in trouble.
"The captain must have found another exit and asked them to report the news... Otherwise, who should he report to? Ampton?"
Vivian glared at Hilpeter, then smiled and waved to the two who were getting closer.
Selu and Walter boarded the Crescent amid cheers, bringing the captain's orders.
Weigh anchor, head south, lower the altitude, and pay attention to the gap in the cliff of the empty island.
The crew took action, the sail ropes were pulled straight, the air bags were filled with feathers, the steel anchors were stowed, and Mei Long, who was sick in the tent, was relocated to the front deck.
"The cliff to the south...is it due south?"
Hilpeter stood on the bridge and asked Selu questions. As long as others were around, he would definitely not ask Walter.
"Well, the captain said you can definitely see it if you fly around a few times."
"Oh, how did you get here?"
"We climbed up from the cliff. Originally, we planned to go back the same way to inform you, but that road was blocked."
"We were also afraid that you wouldn't find it, so we didn't dare to move. We spent twenty days here."
"Fortunately, you didn't move. If we did, we wouldn't be able to find you. The captain said that if we can't find you, he will start another plan."
Hilpeter looked confused. The captain never said he had other plans.
"What's the other plan?"
"Unify the underground world and send troops out to find you. If you have left the sky island, then he will build another flying ship and fight back to the Valance continent."
Hilpeter's cheeks twitched, and he knew that his captain could definitely do such a thing.
"He said that when that happens, he will pull out your intestines and strangle you."
Selu's tone-less retelling sent shivers down the spines of the people on the bridge. The entire bridge was silent for a long time, until Gada's voice came from the sound transmission barrel.
"The hole is on the starboard side, at two o'clock!"
Hilpeter looked in that direction and saw a big hole in the yellow sand.
A series of commands were issued, and the Crescent slowly moved closer to the large hole in the turbulent airflow. There was a dark beetle next to the hole. He rubbed his eyes.
"I'll go! It's so big! It's so handsome!"
Next to the beetle, there was a fat man moving things down. Next to the fat man, there was Schliemann who had disappeared with the scimitar in his waist.
When he saw the flying ship, Ferron, who had his own fleet, was dumbfounded.
He had never been so surprised when he first saw the blue sea and sky.
"Damn it...how did it fly so big?"
"Did you see the airbags on both sides? They contain a gas called plume gas, which provides buoyancy. It is a gas extracted from rocks. Rocks containing plume gas components are called plume gas mines.
Of course, it alone is not enough, there are many complex mechanical structures. "
After Schliemann finished speaking, he waved his hands.
"Steel anchor! Shoot the steel anchor over here!"
With a whooshing sound, the steel anchor was inserted into the hole. Schliemann put on the pendant and pulled out the steel spear that was one-third submerged. Under Ferron's surprised eyes, he tied up the bags of supplies.
He waved his arms, tightened the rope on the steel anchor, and dragged the entire bag of supplies out, swinging back and forth in mid-air and rising.
"Are there any good things out there?"
Ferron asked.
"Um……"
Schliemann thought for a while and said: "The metallurgical technology outside is much better than what you have here, and those weapons are stronger and more durable.
Oh, by the way, you don’t have paper, so insect skin is not unusable, but it is still thicker and the amount of recorded knowledge will decrease.
There are trees and wood outside, and there are all kinds of wild animals..."
Before Schliemann finished speaking, Hilpeter's shout came through the wind and sand.
"Captain! What is that black thing?"
Schliemann laughed twice and said to Ferron: "Look, you have something here that is not available outside."
After he finished speaking, he shouted to the Crescent: "Black Beetle!"
"Can I get one? This thing is so cool!"
"After the journey is over, you can come back and catch it yourself!"
Schliemann smiled awkwardly at Ferron, but found that Ferron was now staring at the Crescent with bright eyes.
"We are tired of seeing this stuff, do you think it's cool? Hahahaha...
Mr. Schliemann, how about I set up a platform here to facilitate the landing of the flying ship. When you come, come find me and bring us some of your things, and we can exchange them. "
"Ah, you are going to build a berth here! That's great!
But you have to keep it a secret. If the church finds out, you will be in trouble.
Doing business with the devil...you can't explain it even if you're covered in hair. "
"Well, I will stay in Dark Star City and not leave. The city will recover anyway. Now Dark Star City is still in a closed state. I will operate as soon as possible to gain the right to control this city.
When the time comes I don’t have to speak, the people will speak for me. "
Another steel anchor was shot over, and this one that was shot crookedly went straight to Ferron, and was caught in Schliemann's hand.
"Sil Peter! What are you going to do?"
"Sorry! The wind is too strong..."
The second bag of supplies was dragged away, and Ferron quickly intervened: "That... berth, right? What does it look like?"
Schliemann quickly took out a pen and paper, started drawing with the novel that Ferron once regarded as a sacred object, and soon produced two sketches.
"You must be strong, the blue sea below is really hell."
