Hatsuizumi had heard such a voice too many times.

Greed and disgust are intertwined, as if they were never of their kind.

Hatsuizumi never responded to this, except for those unreasonable interest demands, she thought, what they said was not wrong.

How long does it take to go from 0 to 1 with black and white chaotically intertwined? Or how long does it take to go from a machine to a human?

If there is really zài reincarnation, reincarnated into a machine.

Which one should it be counted in?

The men chattered freely, commenting on the beautiful furnishings of the mansion, as if they were quite frustrated with what they could no longer take away.

Hatsuizumi simply jumped off the chandelier and walked out of the gate that had not yet been closed, avoiding the crowd.

It was quite close to the coast, and the sound of the tide quickly drowned out the noise behind her, and she quickly found what she was looking for, except for the sound of the wind and the constant lapping of the shore.

A port.

Hatsuizumi didn't want to be treated as a monster and stay here, since it was this kind of background, then the level of technology would not be too high, and she didn't have to worry about this face being made into a wanted notice and circulated around the world.

The original owner seemed to be quite conscious of what had happened to him, and the hood and robe completely covered the conspicuous hair, and all features of the body were obscured except for the lake-blue eyes, which were quite striking.

Hatsuizumi just needs to take advantage of this to make his disguise a little more perfect.

"A ticket to Monreal? Fifteen pounds. ”

After buying the ticket to the sound of anchoring, the qiē went very smoothly.

Of course, Hatsuizumi didn't know where Monliel was.

The deep blue sea is filled with the occasional seagulls flying by.

"I am the one who lives in the harbour and loves you.

Loneliness is pierced by dreams and silence.

Imprisoned between the sea and sorrow.

Silent, proverbial, between two motionless boatmen.

Something between the lips and the voice is gone. ”

The singer on the ship sang, her slightly hoarse voice echoing through the wilderness where there could be no echo.

Hatsuizumi was supposed to go to her cabin to silently analyze it, but now she didn't want to do it again.

The singer did have a good voice, and more importantly, she liked what the singer sang.

Even the wooden planks of the boats where too many people stayed were smoked with a faint smell of smoke, which mingled with the smell of the sea to create a complex damp smell.

The deck can be called "noisy", but Hatsuizumi suddenly realized the loneliness in his bones.

This kind of affection is uncommon, and she thinks that for a journeyman who has only only started a task, this kind of affection should not be stored even more.

The woman looked up at the cloudless sky, and the sunlight evenly gilded every piece of land that shone with just the right amount of gold.

Golden, the one that came to her mind was the calm-faced teenager - ah no, it should be a man's eyes.

At this time, the eyes were softly curved, and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised.

The wind brushed her hat, the rustle, the sound of the pages turning, the calendula, the pale green liquid, the children in the nourishment barn.

At this moment, her heart was full of such boundless thoughts.

Of course, it can't be regarded as completely rambling, at least the central content of these thoughts revolves around one person.

"I see...... shadow covered her eyes, "this is what is called missing......

But after all, she is still the first spring, and even if she indulges herself, it won't take too long.

The weather was not cool, but such a woman who was almost wrapped in her whole body still attracted a lot of attention.

Hatsuizumi didn't want to be exposed to such a gaze for too long, so she picked up her speed and returned to her cabin.

The cabin was clean, the bed was soft, and most importantly, there wasn't too much noise around, and Hatsuizumi was quite satisfied with the situation, sinking his consciousness into analysis.

Technology has not yet blossomed in this world, and it is the pope and the king who run the country, but the king is in a circle, but the pope sits in the supreme position, which is similar to what she imagined, typical of the European Middle Ages.

The Renaissance was gaining popularity in the wealthiest countries, but for many more it was still an era of collective evil under the label of "heresy."

Like poor "Arena", she was coveted by the ill-intentioned populace for her vast wealth after the death of both her parents, and her servants soon abandoned the lonely little girl and wanted a piece of the pie.

Or maybe they themselves believe in the hat of this "witch".

At last the crowd with torches surrounded the house of the only son whose parents had given to many of them, and if it had been the same "Arena", he would have been burned alive on the cross.

Hatsuizumi did not comment on this tragic story, there are too many such stories, and they have been happening today, just a change of skin that can be accepted by most people.

The power of the masses is enough to judge an innocent man, as was the case with Socrates, "Arena" and the other "witches".

After a day, the progress of the analysis is close to the middle level, and this map is not large, much smaller than the last few missions of Hatsuizumi.

Hatsuizumi did not voluntarily return to reality from analysis.

Instead, bad luck found her again.

The violent shaking made her realize that something not very nice was going on outside, and she pushed open the hatch, and was overwhelmed by the oncoming rainstorm.

The wind, thunder, rain and lightning hovered and roared in the air without stopping for a moment, and she calculated that if this ship alone resisted, she was afraid that she would have to swim back to shore.

Hatsuizumi sighed and focused his consciousness on the clouds overhead.

It would take too much power to completely disperse these clouds, but it wouldn't take much effort to keep the rain smaller.

The sailors let out thunderous cheers when they found that the storm they had thought was going to take their lives had subsided without warning.

They talked about celebrating with a few more drinks when they landed, thanking the gods for sparing their lives.

No one noticed a pale, shaky woman outside the cabin in the corner.

The force of nature is really the most difficult to control, whether it is in reality or in the virtual world, just reducing the rain makes Chu Quan feel that half of his power has been drained.

The feeling of taking time was different from the feeling of running out a little bit, as if a young man in the prime of life had suddenly become an old man in his seventies and eighties, and this exhausting dizziness and the shaking of the boat constantly pounded Hatsuizumi's nerves, making the sides of her temples ache as if someone had taken an awl and was tapping it repeatedly.

"It's better to swim back." Hatsuizumi gritted his teeth and cursed.

With another day's journey, she didn't want to think about anything anymore, she just wanted to throw herself into the bed and get a good night's sleep.

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"I Cross with Fire" Neruda.