It was evening, and the dark night that people didn't like was coming, and the slight sea breeze swayed in this quiet sky, pushing the wisps of clouds to sway and rise. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sailors have to find something to do, what to do? Oh, catch fish.

Casting a big net, they couldn't hold it back after only ten minutes or so, and dragged it up to count the few harvests, and probably boiled a pot of delicious seafood soup.

They were laughing, the kind of laughter that came from the heart, as if the arrest of Santiago didn't have much of an impact on their mood, and for most of them, it was just one less dispensable.

Poor Santiago, who was now sitting on the dead grass in his cell, clutching half of his throat-squeezing dry bread in his hand, looked up at a forty-five degree angle, and stared at the sky through the little window.

He cursed, with a hint of complaint, annoyance, and sadness in his tone.

"You must be lamenting life, fatty. ”

Standing on the deck, Zheng Fei muttered, his gaze fixed on the seagulls that swept across the sky.

He took out the flask and shook it, it was empty, so without thinking he threw it into the cold water.

Looking back, leaning against the railing, he gazed at the River Thames shrouded in the afterglow.

For a long time, he silently closed his eyes.

"England, the land of wonders. "Talking to yourself.

I really didn't expect that Merlin, the great magician in Celtic mythology, actually existed, although it is more appropriate to call him the Great Prophet now.

But when you think about it, is Merlin really a prophet with insight into the future, as he says he says?

So will there be such a possibility: the great magician Merlin is also a traverser.

After leaving London, Zheng Fei has been thinking about this problem, and when he relate to the drawings of the giant ship that landed in front of Christine's window, he feels more and more that this world is not as simple as he thinks.

But this time he didn't have the slightest sense of panic, because there were too many secrets to be discovered, and the core of the adventurous spirit was to explore and discover new things.

Funny, really funny.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his arms towards the sky, and soothed his muscles beautifully.

Even he was not anxious about Santiago's safety, and he had a premonition that Santiago would return safely.

The night, in the sound of the rising waves, fell quietly.

As usual, the people on each boat lit a small stove on the deck, set up a pot, and poured the evening harvest into it.

Zheng Fei didn't want to have fun with everyone today, because he knew that Britney was waiting for him on a bed covered with rose petals.

Touching her glamorous carcass again, it seems that there is no freshness like the first time, but he never feels tired, maybe this is love.

The sea breeze was gusting, and in the cabin, he extinguished the last oil lamp, turned over and pressed her to the bottom of him, and with great interest did the most affectionate behavior between men and women.

The long night passed like the wind.

The next day, the fleet arrived in the Scottish Highlands, looking for a suitable beach to dock.

"Oh, it's beautiful. ”

It's the lament of many who crowd the decks and rush to witness Scotland's peerless beauty.

As we all know, Britain is a small country, but amazingly, it has a landscape that is not lost to the land and the rich.

And this aspect is concentrated in the Scottish Highlands.

It is one of the few remaining wilderness areas in Europe, and since it has not been infiltrated by modern civilization, it still retains its pristine lushness and desolation, and many people call it the most scenic region in Europe.

With fantastic lakes, emerald hillsides, verdant canyons, magnificent moors, colorful peaks, and dotted flowers, it is like a fairyland in a fairy tale.

Seeing the mossy trees and the sunlight shining on the ground through the branches, a few words came to mind: princess, Alice, rose love...

If it's not even a fairyland, where else would it be?

After searching for a long time, he finally found a suitable beach for the shore, and without caring about enjoying the beautiful scenery, Zheng Fei stepped on the ground and looked at the sky.

Left hand, Eternal Knife.

Right hand, the sword of kings.

Soon he will hear the most primitive chivalry, brave, fearless, majestic, glorious, a perfect group of warriors who fought for their faith, perhaps inferior in fighting to Sparta, but their loyalty to King Arthur was impeccable!

As the lucky one, Zheng Fei holds the sword of the king in his hand and shoulders the mission entrusted by the great magician Merlin, and not even a knight will dare to disobey him.

Even if Zheng Fei ordered them to capture London, they would obey unconditionally.

In the minds of the isolated population, faith is unshakable, and in a sense, it is the only pillar that sustains them to thrive.

After disembarking, most of the people stayed on the ship, and Zheng Fei formed a small team and prepared to follow the guidance left by Merlin to explore the way.

Climbing the highest hill nearby, he picked up his binoculars and peered through the lens to look at the forest and the plains.

"What are you looking at, Captain?" asked Ares, the only old fellow.

"Nothing, what a nice place. He smiled.

"Well, then why are we here? it doesn't look like it's inhabited..."Ares scratched his head, pulling off a leaf and holding it in his mouth.

Zheng Fei never revealed the contents of the scroll to anyone, especially the second letter, where Merlin overturned his almost legendary image, telling people that he was just an ordinary person who could predict the future, and that the so-called faith was not even as good as bullshit.

It is precisely for this reason that Merlin mentions at the beginning of the scroll: I am sure that after reading this letter, you will never show it to a second person.

"Look carefully, you'll find something new. Zheng Fei curled the corners of his mouth and took out a piece of paper from his arms, which was a map of the Scottish Highlands carried behind the scroll, and the black circle on it was where the descendants of knights lived.

"It's a long way, and it looks like there's still a long way to go. Zheng Fei put away the pieces of paper, drank saliva, and called on everyone to continue their journey and strive to arrive before dark.

Along the way, people kept picking exotic fruits, talking and laughing, and time passed quickly, and they came to a small town located at the foot of the mountain.

"What does it smell like?" Ares frowned at a distance.

"Familiar taste. Zheng Fei smiled happily and was refreshed.

This is his favourite whisky, and the Scottish Highlands have a reputation for being liquid gold.

Under a series of curious eyes, they entered the town.