Before starting work, she found Xinde again to consult him.
"If I really complete it, I mean - if I find the missing part of the history of the Abyss, can your Majesty use this thing to fill the black hole of the Abyss?"
"I don't know about that." Xinde shook his head, "I can't guarantee it."
"Well, then I have helped His Majesty after all, right? Can I meet her? After all, she saved me and Lemire, and I want to express my gratitude to her in person..."
"You will have a chance." Xinde just smiled mysteriously, "Just like what you asked for at the beginning, you will have the honor of seeing her."
?
What do you mean what I asked for in the first place? What weird things is this guy talking about?
"There is a little more information, but that's because we emptied their inventory." Sind reached into his pocket again, took out two things and handed them to Tilan.
"what is this?"
When Tilan took it and looked at it, he saw that they were actually two strange-looking metal dolls.
The metal materials used for the head, torso, and limbs are not consistent! This is so ugly... Why did you give it to me?
“Prevent pollution.”
Cinder tapped his temple.
"Each of you take one and wear it on your body."
"Pay attention - remember to check the doll before going to bed every day."
“If you notice any area turning black, stop working and have someone contact me so I can fix it.”
After giving some instructions, Sind left Dilan and left the room.
In this way, the third princess of Chesman was forced to enjoy the days of isolation and house arrest with the ladies-in-waiting.
In three days, they read at least a hundred books. This efficiency can be said to be fast, but looking at the terrifying mountain of books piled up in the corner——
Damn Cinder for only giving them a week.
How can I finish watching it in a week?
Tilan suspected that this was just a lie made by Xinde to force her to speed up. There was no need to be so anxious!
However, as she watched, she did discover the "talent" that existed in herself.
She reads books quickly because she doesn't need to read them at all. She only needs to take a quick look at the text paragraphs and instinctively make a judgment in her mind - whether this thing is considered "lost history" or not.
If she counted, she would feel a mysterious feeling in her heart.
It is a feeling of wanting, craving, need.
She would pile the materials aside and wait for the men in black to come and take them away every night.
If it doesn't count, then just throw it at your feet and don't care. This situation always happens more often than "confirmation". She really doesn't have the energy to clean it up slowly, so there is always a mess at her feet and on the floor after work every day.
Before we knew it, it was the fifth day.
Tilan's efficiency has improved again. She feels that she can finish reading two hundred books a day. She can make judgments based on her innate sense by just flipping through each book.
She even suspected that she was about to ascend to heaven, whether it was her mental state or something else.
"Oh... look at this... something about the Queen of Winter... something about the cold snap of winter..."
“I feel it!”
"Next one!"
Lemuel next to her immediately handed her the next book, then took the one in her hand and placed it on the table.
They have formed this tacit understanding for a long time and it has been proven that this is the most time-saving way.
"Lemire."
While flipping through the book, Dilan was also chatting distractedly.
"You said, 'what I originally wanted'...what does this description mean?"
She has been acting nervous these past few days. Every day before going to bed, she would check whether the doll had been "contaminated". Occasionally, she would even have auditory hallucinations, and the contents of her auditory hallucinations were the strange words that Xinde said.
"This range is too wide." Lemire shook his head, "But if it is the nearest, you should be looking for the location of Pusilint University."
"But hasn't this goal been achieved?" Tilan was stunned.
"Yes, but what we sought to find this university has not yet been achieved."
Anything else you want?
What is our purpose in looking for Puslint?
After stopping and thinking for a long time, Tilan finally remembered - Oh! It turned out that he wanted to see Earl Xieyang.
Wait a minute...
Tilan was completely stunned.
She opened her mouth slightly and turned to look at Lemuel, but she was thinking about the voice she had heard at the beginning.
The place where the voice came from seemed to be... the principal's office in Pusilint, right?
So is it possible that...
She grinned.
This time, she completely felt like a mortal dancing with mythology.
Chapter 20: Crossing the Kingdom of God (Two in One)
Early March, 1987. Colossae Port on the Aisha Continent.
The original name was retained here, not for commemoration, but just to respect history. After the gray fog dissipated, a group of Sara people came here and rebuilt the prototype of the city on the ruins.
It’s just because the time is short that it is still far from being restored to its original state as described in the historical picture.
"Oh my, this is just a small town~"
"The legendary Colossae, that's the sea god! A port town named after the sea god, tsk! tsk! I really don't know when it will be worthy of this name."
The ship was about to dock, and the guests, who could not wait, came to the deck to look at the legendary port, commenting on her appearance and feeling disgusted that she did not look as good as they had expected.
Sind, sitting alone in the cabin, wanted to say that he didn't really understand these idiots.
The soundproofing effect of the wood-clad iron was very poor, so he could catch almost every word of the rumors. If he was not worried about exposing his identity, he would have said, "If you dislike this place so much, why did you travel so far to come here?"
Right...? All the people who are rushing to a town like this, who are in the process of revitalization, are not trying to seize the opportunity? Are not you trying to seek opportunities in a new place that needs manpower and is full of opportunities and gold?
They all knew this clearly in their hearts, but on the surface they pretended not to care. They told everyone that they were unlucky or had been exiled because of their misfortune. I really don't understand these guys. They actually have a living heart in their flesh and blood chest.
The hull vibrated slightly, and the experienced Xinde knew that the ship was approaching the shore.
He was not in a hurry, and sat in the cabin for almost 40 minutes, until those noisy "speculators" and "gold diggers" had left, and then he took a sip from the wine bottle on the table, put it in his coat pocket, picked up the box at hand and got off the boat.
"Morning, Mr. Sindel... You haven't got off the boat yet?"
Several sailors were cleaning the deck with mops. When they saw the gentleman in a brown coat and a tall hat bending over, they hurriedly bowed and greeted him.
They didn't care about the others, but they couldn't neglect this one. The reason was simple: more than half of their trip was paid by this gentleman.
They, as well as this half-broken, half-new ferry, all belong to Fermi Shipping Company. There are more than 100 shipping companies like this on the new route, and the number is expected to double. Every day, countless ships sail from the South Cape, that is, the Port of Inian, to the southeast. Therefore, it is foreseeable that attracting customers and competing for resources are also the key to the survival of small boat companies on the sea.
Xinde nodded to them without saying anything, but went straight off the boat carrying the box.
"Hey, did you see that..." A sailor whispered to his companion while looking at his back, "Mr. Sindel, his hands and the box... seem to be tied together by a silver chain?"
There was a hint of excitement on his face, because it was the first time he saw such a method in real life - usually, boxes that need to be tied up with iron chains only appear in literary and creative works, such as a detective novel serialized in "Cape Weekly". In the latest issue of the story, the protagonist, Inspector Portman, traced back and solved a serial murder case spanning twenty-eight years through a severed hand tied to a metal box.
So can he assume that these boxes contain things that are particularly important?
Is it important enough to be bound to it in such a way that anyone who wants to steal the box must at least try to remove his right hand first?
"Don't worry about it!" The old sailor next to him changed his expression and grabbed his companion's collar and pushed him down.
"Don't show your head!"
The sailor tried to resist, but was pinned down by the old sailor.
"I'm doing this for your own good, little brat!"
"Mr. Sindel dared to take this route alone, and he did it at least three times without any harm! Do you dare to look at him for a second? Do you believe that he will sneak into your cabin in the middle of the night the next time he comes on board?"
"Ah? Is it that exaggerated..."
"Colossae Port is hiring a lot of people now. At least 1000 people are circulating on the route every day. What's the big deal if a few people die!" The old sailor smiled contemptuously, "You have no idea how much blood there is on this sea."
The new route has been opened for several months, and the quality of the shipping company's employees is indeed much higher than usual.
Noticing the sudden disappearance of the prying eyes, Xinde silently praised the professionalism of some people.
It was hard to imagine that just a week ago, he came down from the ship in the same style and manner, carrying the same box chained and locked at the wrists, and a group of sailors disguised as thugs wanted to rob him.
Although it was not a threat to him, it would delay his arrival. This was very bad, ah, this was very bad... He had to say that this disgusting drama could finally stop.
From this perspective, a new order is almost formed. Those sea coachmen should also reach a consensus on the allocation of some resources. There is no need to take advantage of the fish in the sea at every turn.
Thinking about some random things, Xinde turned into an alley.
It wasn't the only option for leaving the dock, but he had made a habit of it.
Well, as the temporary master of the port of Colossae, he felt that he had the obligation to catch some stubborn pests for this city that was yet to be developed.
Even if he had to use himself as bait.
"Wait a moment, sir."
Halfway through the journey, two bearded men, one tall and one short, suddenly jumped out from the shadows. They were wearing sailor shirts that hadn't been washed for who knows how long, and their curly hair and beards were all tangled, but they didn't care, and just looked at the metal box he was carrying with greedy eyes.
"We have been watching you for a long time."
"Yes, it's been a long time!"
"You were the only one who never came on deck when we were on the White Gull. Did you think that this behavior could escape my notice?"
"Hand over the box! We can let you leave in one piece!"
"Ah..." Cynder sighed, "Before deciding our fate, can I ask you some questions?"
"You want to delay time? No one will come in this way... Just ask."
"Are you sailors from the White Gull?"
"no!"
"Are you employees of Fermi Shipping Company?"
"No! There's fat meat everywhere on this sea. Only a fool would work for a vampire!"
"That at least shows that they are really starting to follow the rules." Xinde nodded, "This is a good thing."
“What on earth are you talking about…?”
"Boom!"
Two gunshots rang out in the alley, and the noise was so loud that even the seagulls gathered on the drainpipe flew up in groups.
Many young faces passing by the alley heard the noise and wanted to come over to see, half excited and half scared, while those experienced veterans all had slightly changed expressions and quickened their pace, wishing they could leave the dock immediately.
Thinking that the two corpses would enrich the ecological chain of the coastal areas, Xinde left the alley and found a carriage that had been waiting on the street.
"Where are you going, sir?"
"Bethlehem Bank."
"Just give me 10 Goli."
"Just go ahead... I remember it only cost 7 Goli last time, right?"
“This is Colossae after all.”
The driver said with a smile.
"People are needed here and there. I am an old man who has no ability to make a lot of money. It is good enough to have a little soup."
Xinde didn't say anything, and the driver waved the whip and drove the vehicle to the destination.
On the way, Xinde occasionally lifted the curtains and looked outside.
Compared to the ruins I saw when I first came here, the whole city has changed a lot.
