After a while, Feng Yun came out of the kitchen with two bowls of hot dishes. Suddenly, the small restaurant was full of meat and appetite. One bowl is a cabbage soup stewed with luncheon meat, and the other is a roast beef with potatoes. Looking at the sumptuous dinner, Iron Slag grinned, said "thank you", and then concentrated on eating.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't be used to eating sea fish, so I didn't do it. I'll make it for you tomorrow when there are a lot of people, if you don't like to eat, it won't be wasted, and the most important thing on the ship is a big rice bucket. Feng Yun said while wiping his hands with his apron.

"It's okay, I'll eat everything." Iron slag replied without raising his head.

"There is a fishy smell of sea fish, and some people are not used to eating it." "When I didn't have anything to eat, I even ate moldy black bread, and a little fishy smell was nothing." "No way, you're so good that you can't eat those things."

"I'm not born to fight."

"Alas...... That's right. Feng Yun sighed and said, "It would be great if I could be born in Silver City." ”

"By the way, I've heard that ......" Iron Slag looked up and asked seriously, "the number of insects was not less than that of psionics before, but why haven't they established their own power?" ”

"It's a complicated issue......"

Feng Yun explained that in the era when psionics had not yet risen, the number of insects was indeed quite large. However, there are many problems among the insects.

First, the ability to worm is not hereditary. Ancient scientists called the evolutionary direction of insects "mutant atavism". According to their theory, the insect transformer is looking for a solution to adapt to the harsh environment in its own genetic chain. And insects, one of the ancestors of mankind, are the most adaptable creatures. Therefore, when the environment becomes harsh, some humans will return to their ancestors in the direction of insects, so there are insects.

However, atavism is a regression of the species and goes against the basic direction of biological evolution. As a result, all insect abilities cannot be passed on to the next generation. The offspring of the insect may be an ordinary person or someone with other mutated gene fragments. For this reason, the development of insects becomes difficult to determine.

Second, because abilities can plunder each other, it is difficult for insects to develop real trust among themselves, and even blood relatives will be wary of each other.

Third, the existence of a large number of deformed insects. Genetic mutations are very arbitrary, which leads to some insects having a brutal, bloodthirsty, sadistic temperament, or being too strong, or mentally disordered, or physically different from ordinary people......

"The above three points are the reasons why the insects can't form a force, but ......," Feng Yun paused and said in a strengthened tone, "This is not the most fundamental reason!" ”

"What is the reason?" Iron Slag stopped the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Feng Yun and asked.

"Faith." Feng Yun took a deep breath and said, "We worm-transformers have no faith. ”

"Faith? What's the use? Can it be eaten as a meal? Iron Slag shook his head, disagreeing. Indeed, in his opinion, that group of fanatical believers had faith. But this belief seems to have no other purpose than to unite them against the insectivists.

"No, faith can purify your soul, it can guide you, it can make you find the purpose of your life, and you will no longer be a walking corpse to survive."

Iron Slag shook his head, still not understanding. Feng Yun stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You are still young, and there are still many things you don't understand, and when you go further, you will have the answer." ”

Listening to Feng Yun's words, Iron Slag fell silent.

"It's a pity that the Brilliant Temple is gone...... Feng Yun muttered to himself, leaving the restaurant melancholy, the short back is indescribably lonely and lonely.

Iron Slag quietly finished eating, cleaned up briefly, and then returned to the deck. At this time, there was no one around, and it was estimated that the short cook had gone back to rest. Iron slag casually leaned against the railing of the ship's edge, looking up at the stars in the cold north wind......

In the deep galaxy, there seemed to be a familiar voice......

"One day, you will grow up and you will find a goal to follow for the rest of your life, maybe it is a thing, maybe it is a thing, maybe it is a person......"

"But until then, your purpose is to live, that's all."

As the galaxy flowed, his gaze gradually shifted to the far north......

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, the iron slag slept until noon. After brushing his teeth and washing, he came to the restaurant. At this time, the dining room was bustling, and the sailors crowded on either side of the long table, eating bread and chatting hotly.

Seeing him come in, the sailors immediately quieted down. Those who were close to him also consciously gave up a large vacant seat. In this world, the strong are respected and the powerful are kings, and even the captain does not dare to offend the people, and the sailors naturally dare not treat them at will.

Under the gaze of everyone, Iron Slag sat down. Then he frowned, slapped the table, and said, "Eat." As soon as he finished speaking, the sailors immediately bowed their heads and continued to eat bread, not daring to look at him again.

"What do you have to eat?" Iron Slag asked, looking at the ceiling.

Someone next to him immediately answered, "Deep sea marlin, big marlin, it's so big." The man gestured, and the other continued, "Captain...... No...... The navigator only caught it this morning, and it was very fresh. ”

"Fry it in oil first, and then stuff it with green onions, it's very fragrant." "I can't stand it when I smell it." "It's going to be served soon, so eat less bread." When it comes to eating, the sailors come alive.

"Is it delicious?" Iron Slag asked casually.

However, he was stunned after asking, because no one dared to answer the question. The sailors could see that the iron slag was from the mainland, and it was estimated that they had not eaten much seafood. The fishy smell of sea fish is not something that everyone likes. Therefore, no one dared to answer rashly, in case the great fierce god felt that he had been fooled, the big knife behind his back was not an ornament......

At this moment, Feng Yun lifted the curtain in the kitchen, poked his head out, and said to the iron slag, "Your place is not here, go to the deck, they are all waiting for you." ”

Later, Iron Slag came to the deck and saw the captain and Zhao Linglong sitting at the white round table. The two are sticky together, talking and laughing. Iron Slag touched his forehead, but as if he didn't see it, he turned around and left. He didn't want to be caught between the two, it would be too embarrassing.

The captain's afterglow saw the iron slag, quickly sat up straight, and stopped him, "Brother, come on, come on, I'll wait for you." ”

In desperation, Iron Slag had no choice but to return to the round table, pull out a chair and sit down. At the table are delicate knives and forks and plates of white ceramic, as well as a pale yellow aperitif. The captain picked up his glass, raised it to the iron slag, and said, "Come, I wish us a happy cooperation." ”

"Okay." Iron Slag picked up the glass and gestured, then drank it down.

The original four forces, with the opening of the kitchen and the fall of Zhao Linglong, changed back to the original state - the captain and passengers. Iron Slag secretly sighed, this captain is too good at fooling, first losing the ship, and then even winning back with people and boats, it really makes people wonder if he lost on purpose.

While waiting for the food to be served, the deck was quiet because there was not much to talk about. The captain leaned lazily on the back of his chair and teased Zhao Linglong from time to time. Although Zhao Linglong has always been very reserved, the love in her eyes is difficult to hide.

Iron Slag looked sideways at the sea, trying not to pay attention to the small movements of the man and woman. However, they sat across from him, and the afterglow still swept occasionally. Looking at the sweetness of others, I feel inexplicably sour, which is common to almost all men, and iron slag is no exception.

So, he subconsciously thought of Lena. At this moment, if Lena was by her side, she might be more crooked than the captain and make others blush. Of course, it will also make him even more embarrassed......

As soon as he thought of this, Iron Slag couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore. In fact, Lena Eucoris is the woman he knows most in the world, but in her eyes, he will always be the young boy of fourteen, and it seems that he will never grow up. For his strong personality, this is really not a pleasant thing.

Then, he thought of You Ge, and remembered the silver-haired girl who had too much energy and liked to shout "Yo Ha~". Ever since they separated, he would still think of her from time to time. The sunny smile seemed to be fixed in his mind and became an unforgettable picture.

If she's here......

There is no if, she is a Lombard, a nobleman from Silver City, and he is not a man of the same world.

What about Muyu lily of the valley?

Maybe they used to be together a lot when they were young, and they knew each other well. However, after ten years of ups and downs and growing up in different environments, will they still be people of the same world?

Of course not! She is the priest of the Temple of Prayer for Rain, standing on a high silver city and looking down on all living beings. And he is just a slightly larger ant among the crowd, and he may still be armed only to the teeth. However, ants are always ants......

In this cruel world, he can survive to this day, not because of how powerful he is, there are too many people who are better than him. It's that he's realistic enough not to have any unrealistic fantasies. He knows himself and knows how high and how far he can fly.

Only this time, he was confused. He couldn't have imagined that he had only been in contact with Mu Yu Lily of the Valley for less than twenty minutes, and it was only less than twenty minutes! It has attracted irresistible killing!

Moreover, it also affected her......

If it hadn't happened, she might still be alive and sitting next to him right now.

If she was here, she would definitely hug his arm tightly and go back sweetly.

If she had been here, he wouldn't have been so alone......

Since leaving Iron Mountain Town, he has spoken less and less, and sometimes, he has not spoken a word for more than ten days. In that vast wasteland, there are few people, and the lonely traveler has only a lonely fate......