Captain Rama, his real name is unknown, maybe no one cares what his name is, or maybe even he doesn't care about his name. At the age of seven, he was sold to the Rama as a handyman, at the age of ten he became a full-fledged sailor, and at the age of fifteen, he sneaked into the captain's cabin on a calm night, and then, with his back to the rising sun, in front of all the crew, he held up the head of the previous captain and announced that he was no longer "that imp over there", but the new captain of the Rama, "Rama".

That was many, many years ago. At that time, some of the crew were tired of life at sea, or their conscience was not clear, and finally chose to wash their hands in the golden basin, while the rest were already buried at the bottom of the river. Most of the new sailors who replaced them suffered the same fate. However, Captain Rama is still alive and has become a mage. Throughout the river, in every tavern infested with sailors, the rude men who like to boast about their knowledge after drinking are inevitably veiled of the fame of the legendary "Captain Rama".

Deceiving, robbing ignorant travelers, raiding, plundering merchant ships, and even, deceiving, raiding, robbing other river pirates, doing everything, and also seems to be omnipotent, Captain Rama is one of the living legends on the great river. Compared with his other legendary deeds, his origin and how he ascended to the throne are only worthless additions, and only he himself occasionally recalls the past in his sleep.

It was not the morning sun that was as red as blood that day, nor the helpless sleeping face of the usually fierce captain, not the pain of being beaten and bullied on the ship, not the danger of squeezing his thin body forward in every battle, but the night he was sold at the age of seven, the sight of the dark Rama breaking through the waves in the storm.

"I want her. ”

The origin of all stories is nothing more than a trivial fantasy - an insignificant dream that belongs to a little child who has nothing, is betrayed by his family, but does not even feel pain and sorrow.

"She's my thing. ”

The little kid has become middle-aged—or, by some standards, an old man in his sixties—his dreams have never changed, except that they have already come true.

Captain Rama chanted a few words briefly, and with a wave of his hand, the river that poured into the aft cabin rushed out as it had come in, and soon the cabin was cleaned up, and with a crisp "click", the gap opened by the mechanism was resealed, and the "Rama" returned to its previous intact appearance, sailing smoothly in the monstrous waves.

"It's disappointing, Ropol, you're more stupid than I thought. Captain Rama looked up at the black-painted ceiling of the special cabin, as if through the thick ceiling, and saw everything that was happening above, "I gave you one last chance, but you still made the wrong choice. Even if you don't choose the right side, at the very least, you should choose the stronger side. ”

Captain Rama lowered his head, no longer looking upward, and turned around, smiling, not a sneer, not a wild laugh, but full of confidence—or, rather, like a child, immersed in fantasy, with a happy smile: "Ten years, Ropol." You should have understood that on the 'Rama', Captain Rama is invincible!"

He raised his hand and beckoned a few of his cronies, his magical attendants, who had been hiding at the back of the hallway, and gave a few simple orders. Some of them looked confused, but neither Captain Rama's always correct prestige nor his cruel iron fist made them dare not question it, so they nodded and obeyed.

Ropol, like these people, didn't know that as a magic attendant of an imperial mage, while providing his spiritual power to the mage, he would also provide more information to the mage himself. The direction they are in, the distance they are in, the fluctuations in their feelings, and even some of their stronger thoughts will all pour into the mage's mind along with the spiritual power.

Captain Rama had heard that many Imperial mages regarded this trait as a disadvantage, and it was said that Imperial mages above the second rank commanded hundreds or thousands of magical acolytes, and the chaotic thoughts in their minds would become a kind of torture, and even make them unable to maintain their normal selves, and fall into madness. But perhaps he was only a mage, and for Captain Rama, this trait could only see endless benefits, and in the great river, which was dominated by federal-type mages, it was also an important secret that he wanted to keep as much as possible.

Therefore, he can sleep peacefully every night, without worrying about what has happened to him, so he knows that not all the people in front of him revere him so much, but they will still carry out his orders to the end, and therefore he knows that Ropol has been deceived, lured by a false future, and made the wrong choice.

Therefore, he knew that even if that Brunei was even better than he had imagined, he would still win in the end.

...... If anything, the only thing worth it is is that a one-turn mage slave could have been sold for a large sum of money, and looking at the face of the kid named Brunei Darussalam, he could find a suitable buyer, and maybe double the market price. I'm afraid this money is going to sink to the bottom of the river - it could have been used to repair the "Rama".

There were twenty-three crew members on board, and eleven of them were his magical squires. Two magic attendants and seven ordinary crew members were in the large cabin looking after the other "cargo" in the cabin, three ordinary crew members were on deck - considering the change of mood that Ropol had been frightened and nervous for a while, and finally relieved with surprise, the three of them had probably been dealt with, one magic squire and the remaining two ordinary crew members were at the helm, seven magic squires followed him, and the last magic squire, Ropol, began to move slowly up the deck with a kind of apprehensive anticipation- I probably heard what the Brunei Darussians had to say.

On the Rama, he knows everything, so, he can do everything. Because—"The Rama is my thing." ”。

An undeserved fog drifted from nowhere, unknowingly taking over the entire cabin. It was no surprise that Brunei was able to do this because the effect of the water spell on the river would be multiplied - but even if the fog was so thick that he couldn't see anything during the day, it wouldn't affect Captain Rama's final victory.

Rama smiled softly and turned off all the lights in the hallway.

The darkness spread much faster than the mist, and he could feel that even the sailors under his command who were covered in blood had an uncontrollable fear in their hearts at the moment when the darkness suddenly fell.

It's human instinct, but it's not entirely instinctive, and even if one has enough reason and experience, the dangers and intrigues that are born in the dark can still be chilling.

The sound of shadowy men talking, and the sound of stumbling unsteadily on the board, became clear in the darkness, and the children of the family, who had been laid down in another cabin, seemed to have finally come to their senses.

His previous performance was as fragile and timid as his kind, and as Rama had judged, there was no need to waste precious medicine on him, as long as he eliminated the guard, he would lose even the will to resist and be slaughtered by the strong men who were just ordinary people—Rama believed that he would still behave as arrogantly and short-sightedly as his kind.

He would not wonder what kind of danger was hidden in the sudden withdrawal of the guards, but would only wishfully think that this was a continuation of his smooth life as always, and perhaps even laugh at the intelligence of Rama and the others because of it. After that, with such unprovoked self-righteousness, he would ignore the possible danger and act rashly—given the circumstances on the Rama, there was only one way for him to go in the direction of the deck where Ropol was at the moment, that is, Bruneith.

He would be a pitiful sacrifice to detect traps, another eye for Rama.

Rama held his breath in the darkness, waiting, and saw that everything was going as he had envisioned.

In the fog and darkness, Brunei, who seemed to be shrewd, also took it lightly and easily showed his traces. It's just that this is not enough, the children of that family have done too little, too incompetent, as eyes, even the existence of the trap can only barely be spied on, Rama still wants further information - Brunei and Ropol's plan is just waiting on the deck, waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack with the help of the fog? Or is there a further design, which has not yet been revealed?

Rama pondered, however, not as a bait to be hunted by traps and to rack his brains for ways to survive, but as a more savvy hunter to judge the skill of others, as the owner of the field to minimize the losses as much as possible—as a predator who has completely held the prey in the palm of his hand, to think about how he could play with his prey more happily and appreciate the ugliness of their dying struggle.

The raging river suddenly calmed down for a moment, as if the previous crazy waves had never existed, and in the moonless night, the river flowed calmly, as if it were not a river, but a pool of stagnant water, and the pitch-black "Rama" also floated calmly on it, with no bank in sight, only a rising mist following, as if it were not moving at all.

Rama smiled, spoke, and said to the darkness around him, "This is a gift for you, Mr. Brunei. ”

He tugged at his clothes and calmly and slowly made his way to the deck. In the dark, misty corridor, it seemed that he was the only one, and in an environment where all senses seemed to have failed, as if time and space no longer existed, I don't know how long he walked, I don't know how far he walked—however, Captain Rama stopped just in front of the exit of the corridor.

"Why, Mr. Bruneith? I made a point of stopping the waves so that you could see more clearly. What do you think of it after reading it?" said Rama with a chuckle, "'My's 'Rama'. ”

The sound of the waves had disappeared, and there was only complete silence in response to Rama, and even Rama's own heartbeat seemed to have been swallowed up by this silence.

He waited quietly for ten seconds, as if listening to some answer, and then laughed again: "Yes? Well, I know that you are a man of vision, and you can see what a beautiful ship the Rama is—"

He said, taking a step forward.

In an instant, the wind and thunder surged, accompanied by a low but deafening muffled sound like the roar of a dragon, and a monstrous wave rose without wind and swept the entire Rama. The change from the wind, the thunder, the waves, the absolute silence to the boundless noise was only a moment, and the entire ship seemed to have lost their hearing completely, but even so, they could hear the voice of one person echoing.

A known middle-aged, but childlike frivolous and innocent shouted: "Then, if you die on such a ship, you must die without regrets!"