One sunny morning, Magellan the Traveler stood in the woods, looking at the dark-skinned natives who surrounded him, sighing and shaking his head. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm a shame for a traverser......"

That's right, although he is a powerful and shining traverser, whether it is before or after the crossing, Comrade Magellan is not very worthy of this identity. Originally, it was a ** silk, but when he crossed into the other world, he couldn't burn glass, couldn't match gunpowder, didn't have a crystal palace, didn't have a little money, and was really not a qualified member of the traversal.

And now, he is surrounded by a group of miscellaneous soldiers who are not considered a trick, and as a protagonist who has traveled to this world for twenty-three years, he is really embarrassed to go home.

However, Magellan was still very knowledgeable about the times, and he was now surrounded by natives on all sides, and even on the tree above his head, Uncle Black was holding a poisonous blow arrow that sealed his throat with blood, so he took out a golden monkey from his bosom without any resistance and handed it to the leader of the natives.

The unkind-looking native friends were unexpectedly talkative, and the leader, with the strange white pattern painted on his face, stared at the monkey statue for a moment, waved his hand, and they disappeared as silently as they had appeared.

In the shade of the trees, Magellan slumped his shoulders and let out a sigh: "Lean on ......"

"Don't let me catch you, White Hat. ”

............

In the glade, gray tents were huddled together, around a large white round tent in the center, which from high looked like a clump of water mushrooms outcropping in the middle of the moss, and the expedition members walked between the tents like ants.

With a smile on his face, Magellan greeted the people passing by from time to time, walked to the big tent with a familiar way, opened the curtain and walked in.

The space inside the door was much larger than it looked, and it was furnished like the study of a noble lord, with a portrait of Emperor Ludwig II hanging on the snow-white walls, and under the determined gaze of His Majesty the Emperor, the desk was filled with two stacks of books.

But the owner of this room did not sit at his desk. At the top of the circular wall is a large piece of transparent glass, which is shining down in the morning sun and falling on a small round table. On the chair next to the round table sat the tent, and the owner of the entire expedition, Countess Helen.

This is a peerless beauty, yes, even according to Magellan's aesthetics in his last life. She sat at the round table, looking intently at one of the magic instruments on the table.

From the outside, it is a glass disc filled with clear water. Obviously, as a magical instrument, it's more than that. Above the calm, waveless water, a cloud of mist flowed silently, converging a battlefield, with knights in full armor holding aloft swallowtail flags, and a giant dragon spreading its wings restlessly and roaring silently at the crowd in front of it.

Helen looked at the white mist dragon with a solemn expression, but she remained motionless.

"Good morning, Ms. Helen. ”

The beautiful count waved his hand quietly, and the mist dissipated in an instant.

"What a pity, it seems that you have just had a very pleasant morning, Monsieur Magellan. ”

Magellan had to admit that the voice enchanted him, whether it was the tone of voice with ease and familiarity, or the faint smile on his face when he spoke, and the charming curves that the countess showed when she turned around.

"My wife is looking for this. "Gentleman Magellan told himself in his heart for the thousandth and seventy-ninth time.

"Actually, I think the morning was actually quite enjoyable. ”

"Considering your clothes cut by the spears of the natives, I begin to admire your optimism. ”

Magellan pulled off his almost completely severed sleeve and sat down on the chair in front of his desk. He took a small object from his bosom and threw it into the glass disc.

It was a small piece of clear glass, square, that fell into the shallow layer of clear water of the glass dish, but it didn't make a sound, and it didn't make a splash.

Helen waved her hand slightly, and a mist quickly gathered on the surface of the water, which looked exactly like the golden monkey statue.

"It's really the art style of the ruins...... What do you do?"

"Gold. ”

"So your breakfast today is water mushrooms, and a single person breaks into the center of the indigenous tribes, robs them of their holy relics, and then runs for his life......" Helen shook her head softly.

Magellan sighed helplessly, stood up and waved at the mist: "I found this thing in an abandoned underground building. ”

The fog revealed a simple subterranean remains, with many places buried, with clearly marked routes in and out and places where the relics were found.

"Don't tell me there happened to be an indigenous tribe where all the warriors passed through that exit as you crawled out of it. Helen spoke, and her face began to grow serious.

"Yes, you're so wise, it's like you've seen it on the spot. ”

"I know you have a lot of enemies, but I didn't expect such a brilliant explorer among them. Even I didn't fully grasp the indigenous language, let alone become friends with them. ”

"White hats are definitely not as good as you. He was just lucky. ”

"So before you set out, you knew that there was an old enemy who happened to be the head snake waiting for us here, but you didn't mention a word to me?"

"I thought he would find something of value in three years...... I didn't expect him to be so useless. Magellan looked innocent, as if to say, "It's not my brother's pot."

"Three years was enough time for him to build an indigenous army. There was no smile on Helen's face.

"How is this possible...... Well, even if there is, he doesn't dare to make a move against the expedition, you are a countess!"

"Ah...... Gentleman Magellan, you know so many stories about the ancient explorer Drake, but you have forgotten what his opponent did, and if there is a chance that I will die in the ruins, the white hat will not care that I am a count. He's an explorer like you, you know it well, an outlaw, a murderer, a robber. ”

"Don't speak so badly of me, I'm a good person. Magellan said this, frowning.

"Will the tribe you met be able to defeat our guards?"

"Their blow arrows are poisonous and can kill an adult as long as they get on the blood. ”

"I think maybe it's time for us to put your apologies to Mr. White Hat on our agenda. ”

"The expedition came here looking for something, and now, we did find something, and the White Hats knew. ”

The two men fell silent together.