The weather is good, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the sky is high and the sea is wide.

Snow-white seagulls hovering in the sky, waves crashing into snow foam on the beach and retreating into the sea, and small crabs chasing the waves on the fine sand, a plain and peaceful scene.

Leopold, a small fishing town, was a little busier than usual in such weather.

Good weather is a gift from the sea to fishermen, and no matter what the catch is, at least in this calm weather, there is no need to worry too much about whether you can return home safely.

Small fishing boats float on the offshore sea, carrying the fishermen and their hopes.

On the shore, elderly people, housewives and even half-grown children are mending fishing nets, sewing sails... Do your best to add strength to the men who go to sea.

"By the way, today is the day of the arrival of the Navy cruiser, right?" Two "old men" who were old but still nimble, and were working together to mend an old sail, were chatting as they worked.

They are actually not yet fifty years old, but their long-term life on the sea makes their appearance far more vicissitudes than their actual age.

"Well, it should be today. In a small town like ours, which is not on the main shipping lane, the routine cruise is about half a month, as my son told me in a letter sent me before. The clerk at the shop helped me read it several times!"

The other old man used a special needle to sew the canvas splicing places densely and straightly, revealing a superb handiwork, and replied without raising his head.

"Little Luke has only been able to write letters on his own in just two years since he joined the Navy?

Even if you retire in the future, the military salary plus the one-time retirement subsidy received by the kingdom should be enough to buy a brand new fishing boat, right?"

Hearing the voice of his old friend with a slight envy, old Luke sighed softly. Old friends think it's good to join the navy, but who knows how many days and nights I can't sleep, for fear of waiting for the death notice of my son?

Although the future is good, the father of a naval soldier is really difficult to understand.

"Look! It's a Navy warship coming. ”

At this time, I don't know who on the shore shouted loudly, and woke up old Luke, who was in deep thought again, and looked up.

A sailboat, much larger than an ordinary fishing boat, appeared on the distant surface of the sea, breaking through the waves and riding the wind.

With the arrival of the "Conch", the dock of the small town was instantly lively.

Because, as a naval cruiser, in addition to shouldering the responsibility of protecting the safety of the people, the "Conch" also carries their expectations for their distant relatives.

Although there was no clear functional orientation at this time, they were indeed part of the official "postal system" to some extent.

It is much more convenient for a port city to take the sea than 6 transport, at least without the mountains, rough roads and endless beasts in the wilderness.

In particular, the transmission of non-bulk goods and letters between places is often carried out with the help of safe, fast and regular patrol ships, which has virtually constituted an official mail network.

The low-level cruisers on duty are also happy to receive some extra money, and sometimes even have extra "thanks" from their families.

"Your Excellency, Captain, we have handed over the letters and money and belongings of the sailors of the fleet to the personnel in charge of receiving them at the City Hall. Do you think we're going to fix it or just go back?"

Borg, the first mate in charge of logistics, finished his work and asked about the itinerary that Evan had received.

After the total annihilation of the "fish monsters" that came to attack, it is now the third day.

It's only two days away from Gabrid, near the end of the cruise, and it's also the safest part of the entire route, so Borg is very relaxed at this point.

"Well, let's fix it up, I haven't been back for a year, and I just need to go ashore. Evan nodded and said to Borg.

"Come back?" Mr. First Officer was visibly slightly surprised when he heard this.

"Haha, Leopold is my hometown! I lived here for five years before I joined the army. Seeing the familiar scenery not far away that had not changed much from a year ago, Evan took a light breath, as if the air here was exceptionally fresh.

Except for Gary, who was following the same pace, he didn't bring anyone, and Evan shook the captain on his body and strode off the "Conch".

Seeing the backs of the two of them in the distance, Mr. First Officer suddenly snorted: "Uh... I don't think I've deducted any goods shipped to Leopold before... Right?"

......

Leopold was a small town with a population of no more than 20,000, and Evan had lived here for five years, and of course there were many familiar faces.

"Grandpa Jaime, is he okay?" As soon as he got close to the neighborhood where the "White Rock Apothecary" was located, Evan saw a familiar neighborhood.

"You're... Oh, I can't even admit it, I'm in good health!"

Seeing the heroic and upright young officer wearing a straight school officer's military uniform, many acquaintances no longer dared to recognize him. It wasn't until Evan took the initiative to say hello that he was sure that it was really the boy next door who had been away from his hometown for a year.

"Aunt Geller is going grocery shopping?"

“......”

And the young people in the neighborhood, after a year, are once again dominated by the horror of "other people's children"! Only this time, it is stronger than before!

Well, maybe this year's signs of new recruits in the Third Fleet will have a lot more familiar faces belonging to Leopold.

Evan and Gary walked all the way, introducing him to the places where he had lived, and Gary, who had grown like an iron tower, listened silently, echoing a few words from time to time.

Soon Evan saw the small "White Rock Apothecary" on the corner again.

For a while, my thoughts were surging, and my former self had too many memories related to it, like a mark in my soul that could not be erased. His steps were also paused, and although a long time had passed, Evan was still a little difficult to let go.

In the end, I could only sigh softly in my heart: "The small shop is still the original small shop, but unfortunately, Grandpa Leo is no longer there..."

Raise your hand and push the door open.

Jingle Bell –

The familiar doorbell rang, and Aiwen's brain was in a trance, although it was only a short year, it seemed like a long, long time had passed in his heart.

"Hello, guest, what do you want?" a crisp female voice brought Evan back to his senses.

"Huh, where's Sanji?" said Aven as he saw the smart woman behind the counter who was busy in a plaid dress with her sleeves rolled up.

Sanji, who was supposed to be the store manager, was replaced by a very strange woman, which made Evan not react for a while.

Bang –

However, do not wait for the other party to answer.

The small door leading to the storeroom at the back of the pharmacy was pushed open at once, and a tall and thin figure hurried out:

"Ahh

Rolling up his sleeves and wearing an apron, Sanji, who was obviously dispensing medicine just now, didn't even bother to take care of the medicine and ran out directly, but suddenly stopped in front of Aven.

After carefully looking at the tall and handsome young officer in front of him for a while, he reluctantly matched his employer.

Although Evan is still roughly the same as before, Fan is much more perfect than his previous appearance after transformation. Coupled with a year's military career and the majestic officer uniform on his body, he has obviously changed a lot compared to the ordinary civilian teenagers before.

"Hey, Sanchi, don't even I recognize you?" Although Evan was just sixteen years old, he was already taller than Sanchi, who was in his twenties, and looked down into his eyes and smiled.

It was only then that the familiar voice made Sanchi fully confirmed.

"It's really you, Mr. Aven, are you already a naval officer? Great! I knew you were going to make it before you even joined the army!"

Rubbing his hands on his apron, Sanchi was so excited that he was a little incoherent, and he didn't know what kind of etiquette to use to treat his "employer" at this time.

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