Summers in Port Mousse are long and hot, especially when you have nothing to do, hot and upsetting.

Jacques propped up a chaise longue and lay down under the plane tree at the door, hiding in the shade of the tree, taking advantage of the slight wind in the street, shaking a fan in one hand, hoping to survive the lazy afternoon.

Tommy, next door, walked out of the door with half a watermelon in his hand, scooped up a piece of melon flesh with a spoon, and chewed it vigorously to make an exaggerated sucking sound.

Seeing that Jacques ignored him, Tommy ran to Jacques and sat down beside him, and said, "Brother Jacques, do you want to eat watermelon?" My mother said that I was going to participate in the awakening ceremony, and I wanted to eat better. Do you want to taste it, it's sweet!"

Jacques tried to squeeze a sentence out of his mouth: "Don't, eat less, run more, won't you run with me tomorrow morning?" You're too fat, even if you have good potential, you can't pass the ritual gate, except for the children of the noble lords in the academy, there is no one as fat as you, how have you grown in the past two years?...... Don't run!"

Tommy was a chubby little man when Jacques passed the Awakening Ritual two years ago, but now he is a little fat man heavier than Jacques, more and more like his mother, Madame de Pompadour.

A colourful macaw fluttered down on the second-floor window of Jacques's house, shivering, knocking on the windowpane with its beak. Suddenly, an orange figure flashed, bird feathers flew wildly, and when the dust settled, the fat orange on the windowsill was holding the macaw's neck. When the poor bird saw the attacker, he did not dare to move, and cried in a low voice: "O king, spare your life, your king!"

Jacques wanted to laugh every time he heard this, and Fabian's parrots would now say that the king had spared his life, which was the kind of begging for mercy that Fabian had taught Fat Orange to teach them.

Fat Orange came to Jacques with the parrot in his mouth satisfied, Jacques took the poor parrot, removed a metal ring from the parrot's ankle, and said to Fat Orange in his heart: "Fat Orange, please take Louis V to eat something." ”

"It's not Louis V, it's Louis VII. ”

"Louis VII?" Jacques asked, as he arranged his feathers.

"At your service, at your service!" the parrot chirped.

Fabian's parrots are all fine!

Jacques' second summer vacation, and the most boring one, Fabian's letter was perhaps the only solace these days.

This summer, Jacques can no longer participate in the Battle of the Guardians, which makes the residents of the docklands feel very unfair, and the reply given by the above is that Jacques can no longer be regarded as an Awakened and already has the physical strength of the Sculptor, so he is not allowed to participate again.

As expected, Lily and her best friend went to Rand to escape the summer, leaving the hard-working apprentice to train on her own every day.

Emma entered the Transcendental Tournament training camp in Port Mousse, and Fabian and Alyssa also passed the assessment and joined, except for Jacques, who was considered to be as powerful as the Sculptor, who was rejected from the camp on the grounds that he did not have the source skills and could not match the team.

Jacques's sword and shield skills that he had been practicing for a year were ignored by a group of old men who had audited him.

An old man said: "I can't recruit you into the training camp with the Source Energy Technique, and Dean Hardy can't come either, we are principled! The kid who was just beaten down by you will be able to throw fireballs by enchanting the weapon flame, and the guy who is still crying in the corner can not only be a shield battle striker, but also a water system healing technique." You can't do anything but your strength, and your friend, the boy of the Bernand family, if he can tame an ironclad beast, he can take your place. When you learn the Source Energy Technique, you are always welcome!"

Sammy accepted the job that Mr. Harrison had introduced, and now he was a merry sailor, and he went to the Duchy of Stuart with the ship.

So, our little hero of the docklands, Jacques, spent the second summer lying bored in the shade reading Fabian's letter from the Rand.

Jacques

See you in good faith!

We have arrived in the rand without any problems. The train is really fast, I spent three days going to the Rand last summer, and now it's only a day by train!

The day before yesterday, there was a friendly match with members of the under-20 training camp of Rand's Slayer team.

The head coach said I was a secret weapon, so he didn't let me play. (Naive child, Jacques thought)

Emma and Alyssa are now famous in Rand! Alyssa overturns the opposing front two (that must have hurt), Emma controls both (presumably in the future, there will be a psychological shadow on the dark transcendents), and the team wins easily (nonsense, 4 against 2!).

Yesterday we went to the Midsummer Night Ball at the Duke's Court with Mentor Lily, and the dance took place in the Duke's Court garden! Oh, by the way, not only me, Emma, and Alyssia, but also Natasha (you have to mention her in every letter, of course she will go with you).

At the ball, Robert also came, and the Duke announced the appointment of Robert as one of the auxiliaries in charge of finances, and he would be working in the Rand for a long time in the future. My brother David will also work under him, and Robert is said to be very strict, congratulations to David (really his own brother?).

At the ball, we met that nasty Lucien again, and he instigated the stupid son of the Marquis of Tidas to come and trouble us, and I taught Alyssia and me a lesson (well played!). Then they went to the parents, and finally Lily's tutor's uncle came, and they gave up.

At the ball, I heard that Castile had built a new big ship, called the Galen boat, the bottom keel was straight, there was no bow building, and there were many more sails, these were secondary, mainly because the ship was really big, it was said to be 80 meters long, and it was several stories high! This week, the big ship is coming to the port of Mousse, but unfortunately we won't be back until next week, and I don't know if the Galen is still there, you have to help me see what the big ship looks like! (It's too hot to want to go unless it drives to my doorstep)

Today we're going to the arena to watch the match of the Decapitators, so I've written it here, goodbye!

This is a salute to Fabian

Putting down the letter, Jacques asked Fat Orange, who was crouching beside him, "Is the Galen the kind of ship you talked about in Pirates of the Caribbean? Is it the Black Pearl or the Flying Dutchman?"

Fat Orange yawned and replied: "The Galen ship is a type of sea ship design, and the Black Pearl can be regarded as a light Galen ship, or it has been refitted, at most it can be regarded as a sixth-class ship." The Flying Dutchman is a Spanish galleon, and the ships are all different!"

Jacques exclaimed, "Where did you get all this knowledge?"

"Lee Baptiste's notes, I have read almost all the books in the Earl's library, and I don't have to run to read them in the middle of the night. ”

"Almost, a curious fat orange would leave a book that he hadn't read!

"I can't read it! The guy wrote it in coded text! There are only a few copies. Do you know that the warships in "Pirates of the Caribbean" are all paired with something called artillery, and the naval battles in the book are completely different from ours, they all use artillery to blow each other up, and a cannon is equivalent to a bursting fireball. Forehead...... Maybe it's not that powerful, at least it's equivalent to a fireball spell. ”

Fat Orange suddenly jumped up from the ground, looked in the direction of the port, and three masts suddenly appeared on the roof of the house in front of Jacques's house, which had never been seen before, how tall this mast must be!

Jacques hurried up as well, and hurried to the corner of the street to look towards the docks.

A huge three-masted galleon about thirty meters tall and eighty meters long, Jacques felt that the tall mainmast in the middle was at least forty meters.

The whole ship brings a huge sense of oppression, and an ordinary sea ship more than forty meters long is a younger brother in front of it!

A true sea hegemon!

The Galen ship has arrived at the port of Mousse!

It's really on the doorstep!