There was a deathly silence in the room, Mo Zun stared at Lin Jue playfully, and a momentum came out of his body, faintly pressing Lin Jue, and a coolness ran from head to toe, permeating his whole body.

"Isn't this the legendary murderous spirit? Sure enough, it's better to stay in a civilized society. Lin Jue felt a little angry in his heart, and he didn't dare to breathe, although he stood in place very steadily, a cold sweat had already broken out in his palms.

Mo Zun picked up two pieces of paper from in front of him, handed them to Lin Jue, and said, "When you came, I drafted two edicts here, come, you take them and take a look." ”

Lin Jue stepped forward to take it, and when he looked at it, he suddenly had a complicated mood.

Inside the cell, a half-gray-haired prisoner of about thirty years of age lay on a straw mat with a wad of paper drawn on it with all sorts of graphics. Most people can't understand these graphics, this prisoner, in the past five years, has applied for countless paper, pen and ink with the warden, and every day in his spare time, he just squatted on the ground and painted these graphics. The paper, with the drawings drawn on it, combined to form a huge battleship, and on the first drawing, there is a general appearance of the battleship, and the name of the battleship: the USS Santa Trinidad.

"It's a pity that without accurate mapping tools, in five years, I can only barely depict this super battleship. The prisoner smacked his lips and muttered to himself.

The prisoner's name was Jiang Quan, a twenty-three-year-old battleship sailor who had seen all kinds of warships because he had been on the sea for a long time. Perhaps it was a matter of talent or a whim, seven years ago, he designed a warship with superior combat power for the Orlante Kingdom, and for a time, the kingdom controlled the dominance of the entire sea area. The king was overjoyed and gave the designer of the ship the title of earl, but many people envied him for a while. It's a pity that five years ago, this super warship built by the Orlante Kingdom with a huge amount of money sank inexplicably in its home port. His Majesty's anger was prolonged, and the designer was imprisoned until now.

In fact, Jiang Quan has another life experience, but in this world, I am afraid that no one knows or believes it except Lin Jue. Jiang Quan was originally an ordinary person from another world, a ship engineer in the Shanghai shipyard, and a crazy lover of sail warships, but he died of a sudden serious illness due to overwork, causing his soul to travel through and come to this world and possess the body of a peer with the same name and surname. So, relying on the memory of the possessed, he understood his advantage, it must be his fanatical love for sail warships that God saw it, and God was reluctant to die of hard work, and teleported himself to this world, just to let himself build a large number of advanced ships for this world and help the development of navigation technology in this world.

So for the next month, he drew a set of first-class battleship drawings. For two years, he supervised the construction of warships until they were completed, and he was full of ambition, fame and fortune, and became a middle-class among thousands of traversers. However, for the next five years, he was imprisoned in a large prison, and under the deliberate propaganda of the kingdom, he was ruined. To this day, he has not figured out why he was imprisoned, the sinking of the battleship has nothing to do with his own design, it is man-made sabotage. He was still interested, he had a love for sailboats, and he expected to become the world's largest shipbuilder in the future, but why? Why was he imprisoned, and why did the kingdom blame himself for all the blame?

Unfortunately, in any case, he was only a part of the mass production of that world, and his mind was also carved out of a template, and he never thought about why the kingdom would rather put all the blame on him than order it to be killed.

There was a time when he abandoned his dreams and gave up on himself, screaming hoarsely every day in prison, shouting every day without making a sound. He had tried to commit suicide several times, but none of them were successful. He hated himself, hated himself for being too kind to himself, so his psychological burden gradually increased, and he almost became a madman, as evidenced by the half of his gray hair. But gradually, he figured out that he was destined to spend the rest of his life in prison, and since this was the case, he had to get by. Anyway, he has fallen into this situation, no matter how bad he is, he is just dead, and if he can't do anything to himself, it doesn't mean that he can't wait for others to attack him.

Gradually, he regained his dream and decided to build his own warship while in prison. What Lin Jue didn't see was that on the wall next to his cell, there was a special display case, and dozens of models of famous sail warships were neatly arranged on it, all of which were handmade by Jiang Quan himself, and the proportions were restored. Fortunately, the kingdom did not deprive him of this only hobby, and even supported it, so he never gave up completely on life.

"Sir Jiang, the order from above, you can have a good meal today. ”

Seeing that the jailer had placed a whole table of good wine and food for him, Jiang Quan exhaled lightly and said in a low voice: "This day, is it still here after all?"

After eating the meal calmly, under the service of a group of maids, he put on the outfit he wore five years ago.

"Oh, is it over? It's okay, looking at this posture, I can leave this world with dignity. Brother Lin, wait for me on Huangquan Road, this world is not suitable for traversers!"

Jiang Quan, escorted by a team of heavily armed soldiers, left the cell and walked out. Leaving the Wangcheng prison, he got into a tin carriage and drove towards an unknown area.

Jiang Quan on the carriage, his mind is like a mess, all kinds of thoughts are intertwined, there is the pleasure of liberation, there is reluctance to the world, there is attachment to his hobbies, and at the same time, there is also the fear of the next unknown journey. In front of me, the famous warships flashed in front of me, like a marquee. He remembered that there was a model of a battleship, which he had not yet started, the USS Santtrinidad, a four-deck artillery battleship, which had no chance. After this battleship, he still has a goal, that is, to restore the treasure ship of Zheng He of the Ming Dynasty, but now, even the drawings have not yet started. Perhaps, this life is hopeless, right?

"Brother Lin, wait for me on Huangquan Road, let's two hard-working brothers, go together!" With a wry smile, the carriage door was slowly opened, and Jiang Quan got off the train very consciously. A dazzling burst of sunlight shone down, and he couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

After a long time, when his eyes had adjusted to the light, he removed his hand. In front of me, there is a three-story brick and wood building, and on the side of the door, a sign hangs vertically on the wall, which reads: National Ship Design and Research Institute of the Kingdom of Orlante.

Next to him, Lin Jue was standing aside with a smile on his face.

Jiang Quan paused for a moment and said in surprise: "Brother Lin, could it be that I have become a ghost? How did I die? Is this the underworld?"

Lin Jue hammered Jiang Quan's shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "What are you talking nonsense? Open your eyes wide and see clearly, we are alive and well, what is not dead." ”

After a pause, Lin Jue chuckled and said, "Sir Jiang, congratulations on restoring your title and being named the chief designer of the National Ship Design and Research Institute of the Orlante Kingdom, as well as the chairman and supreme commander of the Orlante Shipbuilding Industry Alliance. ”