Outside the transparent wall, there is a dreamlike picture made of essence, the brilliant essence illuminates the darkness, like flowing water, supporting the sand and dust suspended in it, and in the river of essence, the figure of animals flashes from time to time.

"If only Darwin knew he had missed these ......"

Magellan shook his head and sighed, he looked around, everywhere there was the essence of the convergence, constantly flowing, not knowing where to go.

And so it was...... I already knew ......"

There was a rare excitement in the countess's tone, and Magellan saw a faint blue glint in the depths of her eyes, and he wondered if it was a reflection of the flow of essence.

"Think about it, Professor Magellan," said the countess, facing Magellan with open arms, "the essence, one of the most fundamental components of this world, is it more like air, or more like water?"

Without waiting for Magellan to say anything, the countess continued on her own.

"If it's air, then it's going to form wind, if it's water, it's going to form rivers and oceans, but what about the essence? We've seen magic gems, and it's the essence condensing into a solid state, or is it simply a solid place on top of what already is? We've seen the essence flowing, so what about gathering?"

"I always thought that your main research direction was the major events of that antiquity......" Magellan was a little surprised.

"Think about it, what determines the lives of all human beings in this world?" the countess's rhetorical question gave Magellan a strange feeling, "is power, the power to acquire wealth." And the essence is that power. ”

Magellan sighed: "But ......"

Then Chef Pi interrupted him suddenly: "The big fish!"

Magellan turned around and saw a large, fiery fish.

It was a huge, slender fish that swayed leisurely in the sand, its scales reflecting a brilliant essence that was almost impossible to look at.

"It's been a long time since there was fresh fish on board. ”

Magellan smiled helplessly.

"Let's eat sashimi for snack. ”

......

Chef Pi was working on the remaining half of the big fish, Dantès was busy with the taxonomy, and only the sand-covered Magellan remained in the captain's room.

"What the hell are we looking for?"

Magellan's question seemed to surprise the countess a little: "I said, Isitar. ”

"It seems like it's more than just Isitar," Magellan didn't understand why the countess was hiding these things from him, he knew that the countess had countless secrets that she had never told him, but Magellan didn't feel the need to keep everything on everyone, "There are others, such as essences and the like." ”

The countess sighed.

She looked at Magellan, and for a moment, a thought flashed through her mind - they were so similar.

The thought spread like a dry autumn wildfire that never stops.

The Countess was far prouder than everyone thought.

Before Magellan became a scholar, the Countess was already the youngest scholar of the Royal Society, and one of the largest funders of the Society, her wealth far exceeded anyone's imagination, and her funding of the essence of research gave the Countess a powerful power to destroy a nation.

Her pride is simply because she knows what she has.

Only Magellan in the world could simply believe in herself like her.

So, the countess knew that she could not deceive the man in front of her, because she knew that she would never be deceived by anyone.

"There's something I haven't told you. The countess looked Magellan calmly into the eye, wondering if he would really become the cause of her own failure, "because I can't tell you." ”

"Understood. Magellan nodded, "Anytime, say anything to me." ”

"It's not time yet. ”

Magellan nodded and left the room.

The countess sighed as she watched the door close.

"You must never tell him anything until it's over. ”

The countess walked to the basin and looked down at her own reflection on the water, where there was a flawless but grotesque face, cast in silver metal into a maiden, and her eyes were two sapphires of a thousand faces, in which the light shone as if in an endless labyrinth.

"He's the only helper. ”

"Hah, he's the only one who can make your plan fail completely, and you want him to help you. ”

"Do you think I'm going to believe this so-called prophecy?"

"It's true that many of the prophecies are intimidation and pranks manipulated by the gods, but this one is not. Only Magellan can completely destroy your possibility of finding the essence of the world, this is a conclusion based on facts. If this is a prophecy, do you think it would be useful to keep him from knowing?"

"Don't you think he'll find out on his own?"

"That's his thing, the orphan is naturally different, but you'd better not let him know, if he makes a choice, neither you nor I can stop it. ”

......

The waves in the sea of sand are like a masterpiece of Impressionism.

Beneath the silvery metal hull, the earthy yellow sand splits to the sides, and in the middle of the splashes is a brilliant and varied confluence of essence, from turquoise to dark blue, from fiery red to deep purple.

Magellan was in the sea of sand in front of the ship, he was up and down in the essence, his clothes were full of sand, and he carried in his hands the strange creatures he had just caught.

The countess changed course, and the ship followed the confluence of the essences, and no one knew where it was heading—and no one cared.

Dantès and Chef Petais share the same goal in studying creatures, dissecting the animals that live in the essence, keeping them on the ship, and urging Magellan to get off the ship and catch new creatures.

After all, among the four people here, only Magellan does not have any feelings about essence, most people in this world can more or less feel the existence of essence, which is the basis of magic, and when it is put on ordinary people like Chef Pi and Dantès, the most obvious manifestation is that they can't bear to be touched by the essence converging.

The countess did not look like he wanted to leave, and Magellan did not know where the river of essence would lead, but he always remembered what the countess had not told him.

He didn't care what the countess was hiding, Magellan wanted to help the countess fulfill her wish, whatever it was.

But in the end, Magellan still didn't get a chance, and the confluence of the essence suddenly disappeared.

Without any sign of it, the essence flowing beneath the sand suddenly vanished.