The door opened, and standing outside was a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old, with short flaxen hair, bright black eyes, wearing a brown cloth coat, a hemp rope tied tightly around his waist, as if he had come running, his cheeks were still a little flushed, and his breathing sounded a little cramped.

After he saw Roshi, he first took a deep breath, calmed his breathing, and then tried to stand up straight, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head seriously, this is a standard knightly salute.

He then showed a mouthful of white teeth and said with a sunny face, "Hello, Mr. Roshi." ”

The boy's name was Alan, the nephew of Algar, the ship's cook, and he was a little kid who dreamed of becoming a knight.

When he learned that his uncle Algar was working on a sailboat, he begged him to take him out to see the world, and Captain Dale was also recruiting a crew at the time, so he brought him up.

"Is there something going on, Alan?" Roshi smiled slightly, looking very amiable.

"Yes. Alan nodded heavily: "Captain Dale asked me to inform you, go to the captain's room, he seems to have something to do with you." ”

"Oh, thanks. ”

Nodding, Rosie briefly straightened his clothes in front of the mirror hanging on the back of the door, then closed the door and walked out of the cabin with Allen.

The Tulip was only about thirty meters long, and after a while, the two came to the captain's room located on the deck, and Roshi was about to enter, when Allen's voice came from the side.

"Mr. Roshi. ”

With a look of anticipation and yearning in his bright eyes, he wiped the sweat on his cheeks with the back of his hand: "Can I still go to your room tonight and listen to your story?"

After being on a desert island for several years, and then wandering alone on the ocean for more than 500 days, the loneliness and boredom in Roxi's heart have long been suppressed to the peak, and he relies on self-talk to relieve himself.

For the first time in a long time, when I saw someone who could communicate, I inevitably had some uncontrollable outbursts of emotions, and when I first boarded the ship, I would talk to the sailors if I had nothing to do.

In the minds of the crew, he was like a big boy, as if he was curious about everything on board, and asked about the sailors' clothing, the meaning of the patterns on the white sails, the anchor scaffolding, and so on.

At times, he was like a bard, and he would often tell the sailors stories he knew, which were a legacy of his drifting days.

At this time, everyone also knew why the old man claimed that he had drifted from the East Coast, because he was old and confused his experience with the story.

It was also a good entertainment to hear Roshi's story in the boring ocean, which quickly won him the favor of the sailors, and of the audience, this Alan was the most faithful.

As soon as he was full of yearning for the future, he would run to Roche as soon as he finished his work every day and listen to his new stories.

Nodding, Roshi gave Alan an affirmative reply: "Of course." ”

Alan smiled happily, saluted Roshi again, and ran off the deck, and Roshi turned and knocked on the door of the captain's room.

As he entered, Captain Dale was standing at his desk and fiddling with an instrument, when Roch walked over and gave a brief salute and asked:

"Captain, are you looking for me?"

Captain Dale, who was in concentration, did not answer Rosie immediately, but raised his hand and gestured to him with the chair across from his desk.

Arriving at his desk, Roshi's eyes were immediately drawn to the instrument that Captain Dale was fiddling with, an object that looked like a globe with a hollowed-out metal triangular cone on the outside, the hull of which kept swaying with the waves, but the sphere remained in place.

After a brief glance, Roshi recognized it as a nautical instrument, which he had seen in detail in the Wizard of the Black Tower's bookstore, and that its function was similar to that of a compass, ensuring direction, but it was much more cumbersome than a compass, and the principle was completely different.

But what really caught Roshi's attention was the ornament hanging in the corner of the nautical instrument, which was a round pendant, made of stone, hung from a triangular stand with a silver chain.

Shaped about the size of a gold coin, but slightly thicker, grayish-white throughout, the obverse depicts a coiled snake with two heads, and the reverse depicts four rows of small tadpoles.

However, Roshi, who came out of the Black Tower, knew that this was not a pattern, but a common spell in the wizarding world, and it was a wizarding trading convention.

Yes, it's a genuine item from the wizarding world - the peso, a currency issued by the Black Tower for resource swaps between wizards.

"This is a nautical instrument. ”

While Roshi was scrutinizing, Dale had finished his work, and mistakenly thought that Roshi was curious, so he explained: "The scholars in the middle of the continent made it, and legend has it that they learned the craft from wizards..."

Dale raised his beard slightly to the sides as he spoke, and he could clearly feel a taste of showing off between the lines.

Regardless of whether or not the nautical instrument actually has anything to do with the legendary wizard, this equipment is not equipped by all merchant ships, and most ships are still at the level of relying on the stars and moon to discern their direction, and it is by relying on it that Captain Dale can beat the other competitors and form a partnership with the knight.

Since the purchase of this equipment on the ship, Dale has loved it, and similar shows off have been experienced by almost every crew member on the Tulip.

After a long commentary, Dale finally ended showing off: "...... In short, thanks to it, we can not lose our way on the sea. ”

After satisfying his vanity, Captain Dale was obviously in a good mood, and said to Roshi, "You're still used to staying on the ship, aren't you?"

"The raft is nothing compared to it. Roshi withdrew his gaze from the nautical instrument and smiled

Nodding, Dale then threw out the subject and said: "Algar is not feeling well, he just came to ask me for leave, I'm afraid you need to prepare dinner alone, how about it, is there any difficulty?"

Algar is sick, but this morning, when we were preparing lunch together, we were fine, why did we suddenly ask for leave? Roshi was slightly surprised.

"No problem. ”

I've been self-sufficient on a desert island all these years, and I may not be able to make delicious food, but Roshi can handle it for dinner.

Leaving the captain's room, Roshi went to the galley, helping Algar for the past few days, and was familiar with the tools here, jingling and pouring, and after two hours, dinner was ready.

One is a large pot of potatoes and stewed carrots, which is prepared for the crew, there are more parasites and bacteria in the seafood, and the seafarers generally do not eat it.

The captain and Sir Louise enjoyed steak and foie gras with red wine, which were procured each time they docked and placed in a cold room filled with ice.

Bringing the food to the dining hall table, Roshi then rang the bell, making a crisp sound

"Bell, bell!"

In this era, life on the ocean was relatively boring and boring, there was basically no entertainment, and daily meals were almost the most anticipated thing for sailors.

It's just that to Roshi's surprise, the sailor who usually runs out of the cabin like a wolf when he hears the meal bell is not seen at this time.

After a while, the other side of the corridor saw sailors coming one after another, but at this time they did not have the joy and excitement that they usually saw the food, and they were listless and depressed, like frosted eggplants.

Roshi raised an eyebrow, handed a plate of food to a sailor who had come to collect it, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Huh—" The big boatswain let out a long sigh and took Roshi's food with his head down.

Then he looked up, and it was then that Roshi noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, and his dark face was full of horror.

"We're done!"

His voice sounded a little hoarse at this time, and even brought a desperate feeling: "Agar... Agar just had a rash!!"