Vollon does not intend to leave any crows alive. According to the scriptures, these birds that bring disaster should be extinct.
Just as he was strangling the big crow's neck and preparing to finish it off, Wallon suddenly felt pain in his arm.
He looked at his arm and saw the little crow hiding on it, its wings still beating.
Wallon waved his arms violently, and the little crow was thrown away. It screamed in pain amidst the sound of bottles and cans being smashed.
This cry of pain seemed to stimulate the big crow. It broke away from Wallon's restraint, picked up the knife on the kitchen table next to it and ran towards the little crow, protecting it behind it.
"Everyone says I'm useless, they say I talk too much...I have to kill these two crows today to show you..."
Wolong's eyes were on fire as he swung towards the two crows.
Wallon didn't know how long he had been fighting. He only knew that the crow must die, and these birds that brought disaster could not be left alive.
He strangled the big crow's neck and allowed it to stab wounds on his body with its not-sharp knife.
Gradually, the big crow stopped moving. Its wings curled up with the knife drooped on the ground, and the knife rolled away far away.
The little crow cried, it kept shouting, and kept shaking the big crow's body as if calling to the big crow.
The croaking cry was like a curse in Wallon's ears, making him tired.
He covered his ears and struggled for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of catching the crow alive. He picked up the knife on the ground and wiped the little crow's neck cleanly.
Wolong's world was purified. He held up the bloody knife and shouted: "I! Wolong! Stop the disaster before it comes! I am the savior!"
After the adrenaline wore off, the sleepiness caused by the alcohol took over again.
Warron's eyes were blurred, and he fell asleep after muttering a few words from the original text of the Boggs Codex.
This was a very high-quality sleep. Wolong had no dreams, and even after he woke up, he didn't want to open his eyes.
But he has to open his eyes after all. Human beings always have to live.
What came into view were overturned furniture in the house and knives and forks scattered on the floor.
He looked at the sticky hand with a puzzled look on his face. It was thick blood.
Looking up along the blood flow, he saw his wife and daughter lying in a pool of blood.
Wallon opened his mouth, unable to accept the reality.
"Damn crows! You will all die and become like my wife and children!"
Wolong stood up staggeringly, kicked the corpse twice, and then suddenly thought of something and rushed towards the inner room of the cave.
Everything here is as usual, the folded quilt, the pink doll, and the desk with the pencil stubs on it.
At this moment, Wolong almost forgot to breathe.
He rushed to the outhouse, covered his daughter's neck, pressed her already cold body into his arms, and called her name over and over again.
"Oh... blah blah blah... Wolong... look what you have done..."
Wolong was shocked and looked in the direction of the sound. Standing on the ground at the door of the inner room was a crow with strange eyes.
On the Crescent, the placebo had an extremely effective effect on Mersin. It only took her half an hour from drinking the strange bowl of tea to stopping vomiting. Vivian looked on and sighed.
"You are my savior! If you need help in the future, just ask! If anyone bullies you, come to me!"
Mersin hugged Selu with such force that Selu, who was very different in height, had her feet off the ground and was being tossed around like a chicken.
"Okay, okay... As long as you're okay, go get something to eat. I still have to take care of Vivian."
In fact, Vivian no longer needs her care. She is just weak now and needs to rest. Those scary diseases have completely disappeared.
After preparing a bowl of warm medicinal soup for her, Selu left the cabin and went to the captain's cabin to report the situation.
"After my careful research, this parasitic disease is no longer a threat. As long as you take an appropriate amount after confirming the symptoms..."
Selu was eloquent, and Schliemann was dumbfounded.
He was surprised by Selu's professionalism. You must know that she was taught by no one and relied entirely on trial and error. She even tasted the effects of those herbs and mushrooms one bite at a time.
With a systematic treatment plan in place, Schliemann no longer fears that similar things will happen again when he comes into contact with the fleet in the future.
"Amazing...Selu, would you like to take some time to categorize your knowledge and write a book?"
Schliemann said, turning out a leather notebook in the cabinet and handing it to Selu.
"Uh... there are a lot of words I can't write."
"It doesn't matter, let Vivian teach you."
Apton said, and Schliemann nodded.
"You will be the ship's doctor on the ship from now on. You won't have to do other jobs. When there are no patients, you will go to Vivian's place to learn how to write, grow mushrooms and so on.
When I leave this world in the future, you can follow Hill Peter and continue wandering around, or you can follow Apton to the continent of Valans. "
Selu stood up her black leather notebook, covered her mouth, and nodded shyly.
This time, she finally recognized herself and her place on the ship.
Two days later, Mersin, who was on duty at the lookout, discovered an empty island.
On the front deck of the Crescent, Schliemann frowned as he looked at the emerald green island in the telescope.
"No response?"
Ampton shook his head and repeated his answer.
"No... I'm just asking from a scientific point of view, how far is your sensing distance?"
"have no idea."
"Hiss... what does the induction feel like? Is there something beeping in your head, or is there a force pulling you in that direction?"
Ampton shook his head again.
"have no idea."
"Oh, you don't know this or that. Have you missed it?"
"It's impossible. According to the royal family's inheritance, it would be an irresistible yearning. If I don't feel this way, it means it's definitely not here."
Ampton said, holding out a hand.
"what?"
"Pendant, see if I'm telling the truth."
Schliemann opened Upton's hand and gave him a look of disdain.
The two people have basically the same purpose. It would be extremely unwise for Apton to conceal this kind of thing.
"Captain! Want to take a look?"
Hilpeter stuck his head out from the bridge and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Go! Anchor the ship and repair the hole in the outer capsule."
Schliemann's iron rule before landing on a strange island was to circle the island once, and this time was no exception.
There are many ruins on this small empty island. These ruins are covered in green. If it weren't for the straight up and down corners, Schliemann wouldn't have thought they were traces of buildings.
Normally, if there are ruins, there should be a new town and there should be people there, but after going around, Schliemann didn't find a wisp of smoke.
"It won't go underground again...it's not like there's nothing to eat up here."
While he was muttering, he heard Hilpeter's cry.
"Captain, ten o'clock direction! The wreckage of the flying ship!"
