The calm sea sparkles and the boats make their way along the cliffs, with floating lights at intervals guiding the boats to avoid the reef.

"Whoa...... Wow...... Whoop ......"

The boatman rowed left and right, unhurriedly paddling his oars, maintaining the direction of the boat. As time went on, the islands became lower and lower, and the shores became more and more prosperous. Further on, there is a field of fishing boats docked at the port. It was brightly lit, and the whole sea was reflected in the orange lights, a lively scene.

"Uncle, what's your name~" The girl hugged the arm of the young man in black, raised her head, and asked curiously. Her hazy eyes shone in the dim light.

"Iron slag."

"Iron ...... ...... scum "The girl read silently a few times and continued to ask, "How do you write it?" ”

"Iron of iron sheets and nails, slag of cinders." Iron Slag stretched out his other hand, which was not held by the girl, and gestured in the night sky.

"Is it the scum of scum?" The girl asked innocently.

Iron Slag tilted his head and glanced at the girl, and asked unpleasantly, "Can you chat?" ”

The girl bit her lower lip and said with a smile, "No~ Uncle will teach me?" ”

Iron Slag snorted coldly and turned his head away from her. And she shook his arm lightly and said, "Uncle, why don't you ask me what my name is~"

"What's your name?" Iron Slag asked as she wished.

"I don't have a name~" the girl replied seriously.

"You ......" Iron Slag's forehead was bruised, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he seemed to be about to lose his temper. The girl hurriedly explained, "Really, I really don't have a name, can my uncle help me come up with a name?" ”

"Really no name?" Iron slag stared at the girl, eagle-sharp eyes as if trying to see through her internal organs.

"Really, I swear." The girl begged almost reverently, "Uncle help me make one, okay?" ”

"Hmm......" Tie Slag just wanted to refuse, but at the moment when their eyes met, they saw the endless anticipation in her eyes. The words came to his lips and he swallowed again. In an instant, a familiar figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes......

At this moment, Feng Yun and the boatman raised their heads in unison and glanced at each other. There was an indescribable meaning in their eyes, and the air seemed to freeze for this moment. The icy sea breeze blew in his face, and Feng Yun suddenly came to his senses! I just wanted to stop the iron slag, but it was too late......

"Iron bells, iron of black iron, bells of bells."

"Iron Bell...... Iron ...... of Black Iron Bell ...... of the bell Iron Bell ...... My name is Iron Bell......" The girl muttered to herself as she read Iron Slag's words, as if she had fallen into deep thought.

Seeing this, Feng Yun sighed and glanced at the boatman again. Neither of them spoke, and since the wood was already in the boat, there was no point in saying anything more. According to ancient tradition, the children of Icelandic warblers are nameless. They don't have a surname and don't know who their father is. They are like rootless duckweed, floating into this world. Therefore, they are all referred to by the code registered by the hospital at the time of birth.

Until one day, they meet a nobleman, or a wealthy person, or a person who regards him as a father, or someone who wants to follow him for the rest of his life, they will ask the other person to name him. From then on, the name will stay with them for the rest of their lives until the end of their lives.

Feng Yun and the boatman both knew about this tradition, while Iron Slag, as an outsider, was completely unaware. In Feng Yun's view, iron slag cumin is a body, walking between heaven and earth, and there will be no one around him. Besides, if he has to go to the end of the world, it is even more impossible.

However, the naming rights of Icelandic girls have a special meaning, even more important than the right of the first night, which means a lifetime of loyalty and attachment. But if the people she's entrusted can't take her away, then she'll have to stay here and become the next generation of Icelandic warblers.

Although there is no shortage of unsympathetic people in this world, there are also some people who will take them away.

However, no matter how Feng Yun looked at it, he felt that it was impossible for the iron slag to take this girl away. She's just an ordinary child who hasn't grown up yet, can she walk to the end of the world? This is impossible, she is bound to die halfway through.

Moreover, the girl is entangled in iron slag, and there must be something to ask for, and girls in Iceland know these rules of the game from an early age. But the iron slag is penniless, if he really wants to use the money, it is estimated that he Feng Yun will have to pay for it.

Thinking of this, Feng Yun only felt a pain in his head. The equipment looted from the research institute can only be sold for one-twentieth of the original price. After the transaction last night, he also received 700 gold coins, in addition to the pension of 20 gold per person, and also to pay the crew's wages and the maintenance of the ship. This piece alone is already in deficit, and if you want to fill this hole, you need at least 300 gold.

But then again, the girl should be able to tell that the slag is a foreigner and that he doesn't know Icelandic traditions. Maybe the girl was just joking, not necessarily serious......

In the middle of his thoughts, a small boat rowed head-on. The ship is hung with neon lights, shimmering in a colorful light under the night sky. This is a typical "night boat", and when night falls, they wander the offshore waters, selling small goods and hot food for a living, and their main customers are sailors waiting on duty on fishing boats.

“Hi~”

At that moment, the girl stood up and waved vigorously at the boat. After a while, the supper boat approached. The old boatman took off his hat and put it on his chest, and said politely, "Dear young lady, what are your orders?" ”

"My name is Iron Bell, and I have a name." The girl said excitedly.

"I'm glad for you, Miss Tieling, and may I ask which of your distinguished guests gave you the name." The old boatman asked.

The girl looked at the iron slag, and the old boatman immediately bowed and said to the iron slag, "Bless you, Iceland's most honored guest." After saying that, the old boatman picked out one of the small commodities on the boat, put it into the girl's palm across the side of the boat, and whispered, "Bless you too, beautiful Miss Iron Bell." ”

"Thank you." The girl bowed to the old boatman.

Then the two boats staggered and separated, rowing in different directions. The girl watched the boat depart until it became a small spot of light on the sea. Then she turned her head and looked at the iron slag, placing the small gift in her palm into his.

It was a small, hard cube with a smooth surface and a hint of warm body temperature. Iron Slag looked closely, it was a metal fire box, something used to light a cigarette and make a fire. The workmanship is very good, the gap between the lid and the box is slightly invisible, and the fit is very fine. The body of the box is carved with beautiful patterns, including seawater, flowers, lighthouses, and small islands in the distance.

Iron Slag put away the fire box, put it in his coat pocket, and then took out a gold coin and stuffed it into the girl's palm. This was the last gold coin on his body, and it was given to him by Feng Yun before landing on the island.

The girl put away the gold coin, smiled broadly at the iron slag, and then hugged his arm tightly.

Time flowed quietly, and the boat swayed forward, finally sailing into the harbor. The trio climbed onto a small pier near the sea, walked across a boardwalk, and returned to the Icelandic shore.

The beaches here are bustling and lively. There are small colorful tents everywhere, and there are small stalls in front of the tents. Some burn charcoal fires and grill fragrant sea fish; Some have a dazzling array of wine bottles, and all kinds of drinks glow seductively under the flickering neon lights; Others set up small coal stoves, set up large iron pots, put in oil, green onions, ginger and garlic, and stir-fried shrimp and crabs......

The sailors sat in front of the stalls, gulping ale, some of them making loud noises, and whispering with their shoulders around their backs.

The girl dragged the iron slag as if no one was around, through the bustling beaches, past the brightly lit bars, through the wet stone streets, and into the winding alleys. Finally, I turned around and came to an old-fashioned house with red bricks and white tiles.

"This is my home." The girl said, pointing to the side of the old house.

Following her fingers, there was a simple cabin. It is only about a few square meters in size, and one of them rests against the façade of an old-fashioned house, made of wooden planks and iron sheets. At this time, there was a faint candlelight in the cracks of the wooden house, and it seemed that someone was inside.

The girl dragged the iron slag to the front of the hut and gently pushed open the unlocked door. It was small, with only one aisle and a bed, smaller than the room where the iron slag was on the Beidou. At the end of the aisle was a tin stove with a fire burning inside. A crooked tin chimney leads from the stove to the roof. Next to the chimney, there is an old photograph. The slightly yellowed photo shows a beautiful woman. She is holding a little girl in her arms and looking out of the picture with gentle eyes. The people in the photo should be the girl and her mother.

With the sound of the door opening, there was a little movement on the bed in the hut, as if someone was lifting the quilt, and then a weak female voice came, "Baby~ Is it you?" ”

"Mom, it's me." The girl took off her shoes, walked into the cabin, knelt down in front of the bed, and said in a beaming voice, "Mom, I have a name, a nice name." ”

Iron Slag stood at the door and didn't go in, it was so small inside that there was no place to turn around. However, the head of the bed leaned against the side of the wooden house, and the person on the bed could not be seen from the door, only the thick quilt.

"What's your name, baby?" "The iron bell, the iron of black iron, the bell of the bell, a good man helped me to make it." "Good guys? Is he coming? Let Mom see it. ”

The girl ran out and dragged the iron slag into the house. Iron Slag frowned imperceptibly, it wasn't that he didn't think it was small, but he wasn't used to staying in such a place. There's not even a place to turn around, in case there's danger......

However, there was certainly no danger here, it was just his habit. He is always like an alert wolf, always keeping an eye on everything around him, and always staying in a relatively safe position. For example, in a crowded place, he generally does not go. More people means clutter, and clutter means an increase in uncontrollable factors. And any uncontrollable factors can bring the threat of death. This is the concept of the iron old man following his life, and at the same time, it has been completely passed on to the iron slag.