“Who is qualified to define it this way?”
A hazy white light appeared in front of him, and the figure walked up to him with his back to the light, as if reaching out his hand to pat his forehead.
"To be frank, Asfen has been guarding the world for so many years, is it too much to have someone like you?"
"Have fun? So what? We earned your rights with blood and sweat, so you have the right - but what are their rights? Or do you feel from the bottom of your heart that you owe them something?"
Maybe……
"I'm glad you think so, because it means you've finally matured and become a man! But it's not worth the suffering, right? You know what to do, right?"
I do not know……
"You just don't dare. You have been protected by us since you were a child. You have lived in our shadow. You are afraid to take that first step! But you can actually do it."
“Go ahead, just do it.”
"You are Asfen."
"You are my brother."
"Ah!"
The next moment, a bright white light appeared. Teni suddenly looked up and woke up. He could not wait to pull the shadow closer to him and look at it carefully. Then, he was disappointed and relieved to find that it was actually Ethan's head.
Then he became exhausted, as if he had used up all his strength. He fell back limply and leaned against the mattress, gasping for breath.
"What does he mean?"
"He thinks you're His Majesty Heidegger. I think he wants to kiss you."
"Leon, give me the hemostat you have."
"I was just kidding - do you have to be so serious about it?"
"You deserve it Mapus, come on Ethan, I've roasted you."
"Thank you."
"I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do - Hey! Hey! You two adulterers!"
"You're thick-skinned anyway, right? Don't move. It's just a little lesson."
"Murder! Murder—"
"enough."
All the noise came to an abrupt halt.
Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. They could hardly believe that such a decisive and majestic tone came from the useless prince on the bed.
"Mr. Doyle," Turney said in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, please give me a glass of water."
Ethan's lips twitched, and after hesitating, he poured him a glass of cold water.
Teni quietly took it and drank it, then he tried to sit up and glanced at the people in the room.
"I need someone to tell me what's going on."
He seems to have changed?
It seems that he hasn't changed... This feels more like a pretense... It's really out of place on him...
But no matter what, it was Prince Wayne's contribution that enabled them to escape danger, so it was only natural to tell him.
"Thanks to your efforts, we got rid of that thing." Li Ang coughed and took a step forward with his hands folded. "And... well, also thanks to you, we made some additional discoveries."
"What kind of discovery?"
"You can see it by looking out the window."
Tenney tried to turn his head to look at the window, and felt a stinging pain in the process. He raised his hand to touch his eyebrow and found a circle of bandage wrapped there.
"We've treated you. It's just a superficial wound." Bariwu said, "It's not serious. If there's no infection, it can be removed in three days."
Tenney nodded to show that he understood, and continued to look out the window, looking at the deep sea world outside the ship through the hazy laminated glass.
It was a little hard to see at first, but as the Pierre turned on the searchlight and projected beams of light, he finally saw clearly - this should be at the bottom of the sea.
"Are we at the bottom of the sea?" he asked, frowning.
"It's the bottom of the sea." Ethan nodded.
"Who's driving the boat?"
"You yourself."
Teni turned to look at him, only to see him nod again, "It was you - we basically didn't move it. Remember when you were in an illusion and drove it forward? It wasn't completely parallel... We ended up here."
"What's the point?" Teni shook his head. "What do you want to show me?"
He felt that these people were mentally ill. At first he thought he would see a shipwreck or something, but all he saw was nothing but smooth rocks on the seabed.
There are not even some species that may live on the seabed, such as corals and sponges. To put it bluntly, this place is as desolate as a graveyard in the sea.
“No, there is something.” Ethan shook his head. “We stopped here on purpose… There is something. You need to stand up a little bit, look here, look down, towards the light.”
Teni tried to do as he was told. He knelt on the bed near the window, squinted his eyes and looked at the seabed he mentioned. He suddenly frowned - why did he feel that it didn't look like natural rock?
It feels a bit square... It's big, but not natural. It's more like a huge stone tablet that was carved by humans and thrown here flat. After many years of sinking, it was covered with mud and only a little outline can be vaguely seen.
"what is that."
"The Holy Slate."
Turney didn't react at first.
After a moment, when he realized what the word meant, he turned his head sharply: "What is it?"
"I'm afraid it really is the Holy Stone Slab, Your Highness." This time it was Li Ang's turn to speak. He pointed below and said, "During the time you were unconscious, we managed to scrape some powder back. After testing, it turned out to be golden flint... They were scraped from the Holy Stone Slab."
Teni opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
"Things are not that simple." Li Ang shook his head and pointed out the window again.
Turney looked back and saw the seabed getting farther and farther away from the window.
They are floating up.
Floating up makes the perspective farther away and more blurry, but it also allows him to see more scenes.
"There's a bulge under the stone slab," said Teni. "It looks like... a tomb?"
"It's the tomb."
"I just mentioned it casually, how can you be sure?"
"Because the things that troubled Mar-Bakinsa back then and the things that troubled us just now should have come from there."
This time, without waiting for Tenney to continue asking questions, Li Ang took the initiative to point it out to him.
It was farther away, vaguely, and Tenney saw a deep square hole in the uneven surface of the seabed.
It's still very obvious... When you shine light on it, you can see a clear depression, and bubbles come out from it from time to time. Anyone who is not blind can see it.
"We speculate," Leon said, "that it was here that Mal-Bakinsa salvaged the Holy Stone Slab, but the Holy Stone Slab is more like some kind of... I think it's... a seal? It suppressed this underwater tomb, and as it left, the things in the tomb were also released."
Tenney didn't say anything. This time he saw it clearly. As the angle shifted, the submarine moved to the side of the sea rock, which had completely collapsed. A huge seabed cliff appeared there, with a deep cavity inside.
"It looks like it was destroyed from the inside," he said.
"Very correct." Li Ang praised him.
"And now, Your Highness, we need you to operate this ship more carefully. We have to explore this place thoroughly."
Turney agreed without saying anything.
Although he was influenced by the dream, he was also frightened by the "holy stone tablet". On the way to the control room, he kept thinking about why there was a second holy stone tablet on the seabed and why the holy stone tablet was placed here.
Is it to seal it? To seal the strange giant monster just now?
Even so, where did that monster come from?
The power of the stone slab should be related to the goddess. The monster is difficult for us to deal with, but it should be easy for the goddess to kill it. Why doesn't she just kill it, but instead seal it here to leave it as a hidden danger?
Turney felt he couldn't figure it out.
There is another more terrifying guess... Since Mal-Bakinsa released the sea monster suppressed by a holy stone slab because of the salvage of the holy stone slab, then could the second stone slab they saw just now also have a terrible monster sealed under it?
Shuddering, Turney refused to think any further.
Anyway, I'm just a boat driver, let these agents worry about anything...
With this thought in mind, he sat back in his seat and reached out to press the Apis Cube.
A feeling of familiarity spread over me.
Unlike before, he really felt that the Rubik's Cube had become an extension of his limbs, and his entire spiritual will spread along the electric current energy to the entire hull, and even spread out, seeing the seabed illuminated by the lights.
And then... Ethan had been staring at him, and he immediately noticed that Teneze's face turned paler... paler... paler... paler than ever before.
what's the situation?
He was very confused.
Even when he was fighting with that monster just now, he didn’t have this expression... What did he see?
"Eight..."
"what?"
Everyone thought they didn't hear it clearly.
"I mean the Holy Slate..." Teni had to repeat himself.
"Except for the missing one, there are eight of the same things."
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I need to make up for the word count, and will start posting three updates tomorrow.
Chapter 92: Inian Harbor
In the middle of the night, Hitzfeld sat at his desk reading a book.
Her right hand was not healed yet, which made turning the pages a difficult task. She had to use only her left hand to turn the pages and replace all the books. The only good news was that these books were all parchment scrolls, so they didn't need to be pressed after they were unfolded.
They were all Billie's collection - of course, one could guess from this that they didn't have much substance, as they were mostly some messy novels or comic books, some of which were so poorly drawn that Hitzfeld suspected they were drawn by Billie herself.
Billie always said she wanted to be a nun, but if she drew these things, she wasn't telling the truth.
Hitzfeld turned another page. It was a nautical comic book. The protagonist's face was so blurry and distorted that she couldn't make out his appearance, but she could still recognize him as Captain Shude by his iconic beard.
The corners of his mouth curled up, but were soon forced to open in the next moment.
The right hand started again.
A fracture, although a minor injury, doesn't heal quickly. But the ointment Billie applied to her was magical, and despite the faint odor, her right hand was actually healing faster.
It was not without cost. The process was accelerated and the sensory stimulation was doubled. In the past few days, her arms had been sore and itchy, but she couldn't scratch them. So she stayed here late at night, not only because she was insomniac, but also because she couldn't sleep.
It is true that I am more suitable for night watch.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld looked back at the bed behind him.
Madeline was lying on the outside with her arms and legs spread out, her mouth half open, sleeping so carefree... Xia Yibing had untied her ponytail, letting her black hair fall down over her shoulders, and she was actually sleeping in a sitting position.
And she wasn't sitting against the wall, she was sitting in the air. She seemed to have heard a woman say that this was because she was worried that a knife would suddenly stab out from behind the wall. It was true... She wasn't that vigilant in an unfamiliar environment.
After reading the book, Hitzfeld had to admit that he was a little bored.
She had been suffering from insomnia for a long time. She had been able to get through those nights because the books she read contained a lot of information and knowledge. Even though the process of learning them was difficult, at least there was content to find.
What about these crappy books and picture books? They are not nutritious at all... She could guess the process and ending of several picture books just by reading the beginning. It can only be said that the spiritual civilization construction here is not good enough. I hope that the Inian Port they are talking about is not at this level.
To be honest, Hitzfeld was still very worried. She suspected that these books came from Captain Shude's doting on his daughter, so the gifts a doting father would give her must be the best quality within his ability. Based on this, further reasoning, the average value of the literature market in Port Inian might not be as good as these crappy books.
Let's take a step by step.
Sighing slightly, Hitzfeld opened the drawer, wanting to see if the little water man in the test tube was asleep.
It seemed that she was originally asleep, but her movement shook the test tube and Alessia was awakened.
"You are so rude..." The little water man rubbed his eyes and spoke in a much softer voice, "Don't you know that disturbing others' dreams is a heinous crime..."
"You dream too?"
