The port of Ordis, at the moment, is a lively scene of thousands of sails. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

While most of the boats have been modified for guided power, many of the smaller boats still retain the traditional power of the sails.

At the pier where the sand gulls were flying, Olivier asked Mura for credit: "Look, if it weren't for my efforts, how would you have had the opportunity to board such a luxurious yacht." ”

Indeed, the white yacht in front of you is quite spectacular. Listening to Dietrie's description alone doesn't seem like much, but when everyone walks on the yacht, they really appreciate what it's like to have a yacht at 105 sub-distances.

That's the feeling of a trench, of course!

Duchamp fell in love with a good place at a glance, he ran up to the fourth floor, lay down on the deck chair under the parasol on the fourth deck, condescendingly, looking around, a blue and empty, occasionally white sails, I couldn't help but say: "Life, it has to be like this!" ”

From the fourth to the third floor, there is a protruding jumping platform, and the lower level is a swimming pool. The young man got on the boat, quickly changed his clothes, ran to the 4th floor in a hulala, jumped down, swam in a circle, and ran up again to continue. After repeating this for a few laps, someone finally asked, "Steri, why don't you swim?" Afraid of tanning? ”

The others scoffed.

Duchamp waited for them to laugh before he lazily raised his hand: "Because on this commanding height, there are only two chaise longues!" If I stand up and you take up my chaise longue, what will you do? ”

"Alas, your head is incurable!" Fang threw down a sentence and jumped down again.

In addition to Duchamp, the second so clever was Olivier, who swam twice, quickly lost interest, wrapped himself in a towel, occupied another chaise longue, sat next to Duchamp, took a book, and flipped through it with relish.

Seeing that Olivier was so hardworking, Duchamp asked curiously, "What book are you reading?" ”

Olivier didn't raise his head: "The one you recommended." ”

"Which one do I recommend?" Duchamp was inexplicable.

Olivier raised the title of the book, and it was written in four big words: "Strange Tales"

Duchamp's eyes widened: "You actually stole this book!" ”

"Shhhh Olivier hurriedly corrected, "I didn't steal it, I brought it out unintentionally." After the shooting in the square, Mura urged me to run out, and I forgot to put the book down and kept it in my hand. Later, I felt that I hadn't finished reading this book, which was a pity, so I simply finished reading it and returned it. ”

"How do you feel about it?" Duchamp asked.

"Very rewarding!" Olivier flipped to one of the pages, pointed to an illustration, and said, "Look at this page of the illustration of the ancient Iron Rider, and I seem to have seen similar patterns in other places. ”

"Oh, where?" Duchamp asked curiously.

Olivier whispered, "At the Tolz Non-commissioned Officer Academy. ”

"Is there such a good thing in the library of the Non-commissioned Officer Academy?" Duchamp's eyes flashed with a glint of light.

"Not in the library, not in the books, in the basement of the old abandoned schoolhouse behind the college. When the new students entered the school, they all went there to take risks, and I remember seeing this pattern on a wall in the basement there, and I thought it was pretty cool. I didn't expect it to have such a big connotation. ”

"Could it be that the old school building of the Non-commissioned Officer Academy has a huge cavern attached to it, and the Iron Rider is hidden inside?" Duchamp asked hurriedly, his eyes brightening.

Olivier glanced at the illustrations in his notebook and thought about the dimensions of the old school building, which he thought was unlikely.

"It's just a dilapidated house in total, and people come in and out at any time, it's impossible to say that there is such a big guy hidden!"

"Yes, even if this thing exists, it has to be in an inaccessible place, otherwise, it will be poached a long time ago." Duchamp didn't quite believe it would be in school even if he thought about it.

"There are many mysteries in this book besides the Rider, and the more I read it, the more I feel that I have benefited a lot." Olivier said in all seriousness that it was rare for him to have such a serious and focused time.

"Oh, I'll just say, how could the book I recommend be wrong, this is a precious note from a medieval scholar!" Duchamp said happily.

"That's right, I've never found such a high mystery in a book, there are actually many ancient books in the palace, and when you find an opportunity in the future, you must sneak in and read enough, maybe there are valuable books hidden in it."

Duchamp's face showed an obscene light, and he whispered: "When you have this kind of opportunity in the future, you must lend me the book you secretly took out to read it, even if it is for a few minutes." ”

"That's nature!" Olivier agreed.

"Well, Olivier, it's rare for you to read so seriously, what kind of book are you reading?" Mura noticed Olivier's anomaly today and leaned over to take a closer look.

"The one I accidentally brought out of the library yesterday." Olivier said nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the book.

"Hmmm! How can you steal the book! Mura was shocked.

"It's not like yesterday when you pulled it out in a daze and forgot to put the book back, but now it's like it's my fault." Olivier was not happy and shot back sharply.

"It's obviously my own fault, but I always rely on others." Mulla said unhappily.

"Oh, you can't say that, you're obviously at fault."

"Stellarity, are you really inactive?" Dietrie personally brought a large plate of freshly mixed drinks from below and beckoned everyone to come and get them.

He saw that Duchamp had been lying still, and took the initiative to send it over.

"Please get me a copy too, Mr. Dietrie, don't favor one over the other!" Of course, the only one who can be so cheeky is Olivier.

Dietrie hurriedly went to fetch another one and brought it to Olivier.

Duchamp sipped his drink and said lazily: "What about the emotions that are brewing in the activity, hey, what is this on the sea, and is there an island?" ”

Dietrie enthusiastically introduced: "It's a pity that you didn't come to play yesterday, this is the famous Bigfoot Island, and now I see the largest one, shaped like the sole of the foot, and there are four islands in front, distributed like toes, combined, like a complete paw of a giant, so it was called this name." These five islands lie in front of the Gulf of Ordis, blocking the storms and undercurrents that rush into the bay of Ordis, which can become a rare haven. ”

Duchamp and Olivier were eye-catching at the same time, and they got up from their deck chairs to look out over the five islands. Olivier muttered to himself, "The huge body of the god fell from the sky, leaving huge footprints on the land of Marel. As soon as he stepped on it, the borders of the continent collapsed into the collapsed waters of the Gulf of Ordis, and the remaining part of it was reduced to islands, the Western Islands. The footprints mentioned in the book, are they here! ”

Duchamp shook his head: "This is not scientific, footprints, it should be a depression in the place where we stepped on, but what we see now is protruding." ”

"Yes! However, since this was tens of thousands of years ago, who can really know, what is recorded in this book may only be a far-fetched imagination of future generations when they see this Bigfoot Island. Olivier said uncertainly.

"It's so nice, I'm going to fish, Dietrie, you said you could catch a fish while the boat was moving?" Duchamp asked.

"It's in the sea, anything is possible, maybe the fish will see the hook and get curious to take a bite." Dietrie replied with a smile.

"Well, I have a sea rod in my backpack, just in time." Duchamp happily ran to the cabin, found the rod, and on the first deck, caught the fish with all his heart.

After Daisaku, catching 99 kinds of rare fish became his daily goal.

"Cut, Styri's madness is getting worse and worse, and the boat can still catch fish while running like this, I don't believe it." Isaac complained on the fourth deck.

"The key is that he uses the wrong bait, how to fish in the sea, how to use earthworms, at least hang a small fish on it, in order to attract big fish." Dietrie shook his head upstairs, amused by Duchamp's layman.

"When the ship is moving, you can't catch any fish." Isaac was trying to raise the bar with Dietrie.

Dietrie's eyes flashed with murder, "Do you want us to make a bet on whether Styry can catch a fish before dinner." ”

"Good! I bet he won't catch it. Isaac immediately replied with a loud voice.

"I bet he won't catch it." Learmel looked at Duchamp's lonely figure and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I bet he'll catch it." Mark said loudly that he firmly believes that as long as the top student wants to do something, he will definitely be able to do it.

"It's open, bet on whether Styry can catch a fish before dinner, and come and place bets." Fang shouted loudly.

Duchamp, who was suffering from no results, heard Fang's shout, his body couldn't help shaking, and he almost fell into the sea.

Marc ran to the kitchen, asked the cook for a few small fish, and sent them to Duchamp, and whispered the bet and Dietrie's suggestion: "Dietrie told you to move to the stern of the boat, and make the line long, and be careful to use all the steel wire." ”

"These bastards, you must give them a good look." Duchamp took the small fish and insidiously instigated: "Go up, pick them up, double the bet." ”

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