Skipping lunch, Magellan slipped into his tent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He took out a coarse cloth and soap, and thoroughly cleaned the oil lamp from the inside out, scraping the shallow layer of grease from the bottom of the lamp.

Then he was convinced that this was the oil lamp that allowed the sun to stay.

Inside the black lamp, there is a clear pattern of a snake ring.

He took out the tinder and lit the tail of the little snake.

The remaining grease on the snake's bones burned, and a small crumbling flame lit up, then quickly extinguished.

But the oil lamp still gave light, and Magellan stared at the serpentine bone and saw a cloud of light in its mouth.

Soft and warm, it illuminates the darkness without glaring.

This is the "sun".

Magellan clearly felt that his mood had calmed down, and he was thinking frighteningly fast.

He remembers discussing with scholars the power of the sun, which concluded that it was a "positive soul power", and it was only when Magellan really felt it that he realized how terrifying it was.

He felt he could use a stratagem to get a god to kill himself, but his sense of justice prevented him from doing so.

Magellan blew lightly and extinguished the sun.

He left the tent and went to find the countess.

......

"So you're saying that's that supernatural power? Impressive, I think you're absolutely right. The countess took the lamp and looked at it, and placed it on the table.

"I mean, uh, this should be an expedition thing, you see, I'm not an explorer anymore. ”

"Wise idea, Professor Magellan. The countess laughed.

The light of the "sun" shone on his face, and Magellan suddenly felt that there was something hidden in the countess's smile.

"You want me to stay with Sir Cook as an all-purpose translator of ancient texts, don't you? and you have a very useful tool, because you have a very good relationship with Professor Cook, and he calls you, Helen......"

"Yes, that's exactly right, I should say, the sun, or Professor Magellan. ”

"So you really don't pay attention to supernatural power at all, you're looking for records of ancient civilizations, more than one...... You're following an ancient event that affected the entire world, huh...... Uh......"

Magellan suddenly receded from the wellspring of inspiration he had just had, like a man falling into a dark cellar, not knowing what to say.

He rushed to the table and was surprised to see that the light of the "sun" was still shining.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Your talent is amazing, but at the same time dangerous. Overuse of the brain is likely to leave lasting damage, I must say, it's rare for a supernatural power to be so friendly to humans, you're really in time, Professor. ”

"So I just came to such an ambiguous conclusion at the risk of burning my brain?" Magellan sighed, knowing in his heart that he had indeed been in a divine position just now. With every word he spoke, he could clearly find the subtle change in the expression on the countess's face and the deep meaning after that, and every sentence was one of many possibilities, but if he said it intuitively, he could definitely see the countess's expression saying "You guessed it".

"I don't think the sun thinks you've learned moderation, you won't have a chance to enjoy the feeling of your brain burning. ”

"That's really ...... Thank goodness ......" Magellan panted with his head down, "hmm...... I don't mind, if you could get me to join that grand project, of course, I can be your translator, and in the last five hundred years, there have only been two new ancient scripts, so I'm quite in favor of your plan......"

"I'm glad to hear you say that. The countess still had a calm smile on her face.

"Well, this, Sun, it's yours now, I need a rest. Magellan turned to leave.

"Bring your sun. The countess threw the lamp to Magellan, "This is your thing, the tribal warrior gave it to you." ”

"This is the ...... of supernatural power"

"Yes, I don't need it, positive soul power, that kind of thing I have. ”

"Okay. Magellan was a little happy in his heart, but more of an accident. "Goodbye. ”

......

Time flies, the translation of the Book of the Sun is finally complete, and Magellan fully understands the use of the word "sun", and just as he is caught off guard, the countess announces the date of the expedition's return.

On the day of his departure, White Hat came to see him off, bringing with him a large number of tribesmen to help the expedition with their belongings, who had helped them on the way through the rainforest to the port.

By the time most of the team stayed here to sort out the harvest, the countess had already taken the Book of the Sun and the expedition reports, research papers, and the scholars who had written them, including Magellan, on board the ship and prepared to leave.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Standing on the trestle, Magellan asked the white hat who saw him off.

"I will stay and take care of the tribes of Gukwa until they and I have made a fortune. ”

Magellan smiled: "Soon, I believe the countess." ”

He took out the monkey statue and handed it to the white hat.

"It's your booty. The white hat didn't answer.

"You need this thing to make the explorers feel that the rainforest is full of gold, and then the tribe of Guqwa can make money from the fact that they carry their luggage as guides. ”

"Thank you. The white hat took the statue, was silent for a while, and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you then." ”

He didn't say when he was a classmate with Magellan, or when he was in the rainforest.

"I think Gukwa is a real man, and his friends must be amazing. Magellan turned and stepped onto the springboard, "Goodbye." ”

"Goodbye. ”

Magellan stepped up to the deck and watched the Count's bodyguards busily carry their things, while the Countess, together with the captain, stood on the deck for some kind of ritual.

He quietly walked to the side and watched as several dark-skinned sailors jumped around with strange patterns on their faces following the command of an old woman.

The old woman stood in the center of the sailors, muttering something in a low voice, as she took out a large fish that was still struggling, and sliced it open with a knife, spreading half of it on the deck.

"It was a sailfish," the captain explained to the countess beside him in a whisper, "and they believed that it could sense both currents and the breeze, like a sailboat beneath the surface." ”

The witch neatly eviscerated the innards, poured a small basin of white sand on the deck and smoothed it out, then threw the half of the big fish on it, watching as the half of the fish writhed and left a mess on the sand.

"Mmmm......" the witch muttered.

"God willing, it must be good weather!" the captain whispered nervously.

Magellan smiled and shook his head, turned and left.

The Way of the Sun, end.