readx;? Ian was the first visitor to board the Sofia as a non-crew member, so he was greeted with great hospitality. He was greeted www.biquge.info a very young crew member, who looked a little green, but his skin was dark, presumably because he had been exposed to the sun for a long time. He explained to Ian in detail the rules and rest times on the Sophia.

Of course, the schedule is only for the crew, and Ian is boarding the Sophia as a "tourist", and all he needs to pay attention to is the time to eat.

The interior of the Sophia is gorgeous, like a castle, and the hull is pure white. Inside the hull there is also a restaurant, a dance floor, and even a casino. It's just that these places are empty now, and they look very deserted.

"Let me tell you, except for the Sophia, none of the other big ships can have these things. "Because the bigger the boat, the more difficult the power problem is, and not all the time the sea breeze and oars are effective." But the Sophia is different, it uses the most advanced alchemy technology, it seems to be called steam, in fact, I don't know much about it. ”

The young crew scratched their heads in embarrassment and told Ian that it was actually his first time sailing on the Sophia. Ian looked out of the hanging window and saw the huge chimney with an inverted triangle engraved on it.

Ian knew that the pattern represented the alchemical city of Alder. That means that this giant ship is from one of Alder's alchemists, and Ian still trusts Alder's alchemist, after all, he has just come from there.

The young crew took Ian to a small room and told Ian that this was his room and that he would be staying in it for the next month or so. The environment of the small room is quite good, there is a small table, and there is a vase on the table, and an unknown flower is inserted in the bottle, which is overflowing with the fragrance of flowers at the moment.

"You rest first, I'm calling you during the meal. The young crew said politely.

"What time will you go?"

"Tonight. ”

"Leaving in the evening?"

"Well, don't worry, our helmsmen are all veterans. The young crew laughed, "They have been on this sea route for more than ten years. ”

Ian nodded, and the young crew bowed and exited the room, closing the door to Ian. Ian was alone in his room, and he was bored, so he looked out the hanging window, and there was an endless sea at the end, and at the end of the sea were seagulls and white clouds.

This was probably one of the things his mother wanted to see the most when she was alive.

Thinking of this, Ian's heart suddenly felt a little sour, and his mind was messed up. He lay down on the cot, staring at the pale ceiling, sniffing the faint scent of flowers that echoed through the room.

He thought to himself: why put a flower here? It will rot soon after going out to sea.

Ian thought that the flower would have no taste after it rotted, but at least it still had a taste, the aroma was overflowing, giving people a very comfortable feeling, and slowly, he felt his consciousness melt into the aroma, and then slowly dissipated

Ian felt someone pushing him in his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was the small bottle of flowers on the table. It was already evening, and the setting sun reflected the petals of the flowers through the hanging windows, like an expensive sculpture of pure gold.

Ian blinked, thinking that it should be meal time like this, and he didn't know why no one had called him, he was a little hungry. So he sat up from the bed, twisted his neck, and felt that something was wrong.

He had his back to the hanging window, and the glimmer of the setting sun cast his shadow on the floor, where there was a dark shadow twisting his neck. However, in addition to this, there was a figure reflected on the floor.

Ian was stunned, and a sudden fear welled up in his heart. There's anyone else in this room? And he hasn't noticed it yet!

So he turned his head suddenly, and saw a man sitting on a hanging window, smiling at him.

This man is very handsome, with a pair of blue eyes, like the deep sea and like a gem, giving people a very stable calm, like an old friend who has not seen him for a long time. Ian calmed down in his smile.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. The man spoke, his voice like the sea breeze in a shell.

"For a long time?" Ian remembered what he should ask, "Who are you, why are you in my room?"

The man looked away, stared into the distance, and replied, "It's been almost two hundred years." ”

Ian was stunned, not understanding what the man meant.

"But. The man turned his head again, looked at Ian, and said in a low voice that made Ian panic instantly, "Why are you so weak, this shouldn't be you, Iliad." ”

Ian's eyes widened. The man looked at him quietly, but those eyes seemed to see everything through, and Ian saw everything through. Ian knew very well that the only person who knew the power of the Iliad was sleeping forever in the snowy mountains.

So, who is this person?!

The man's words made Ian instantly raise his vigilance to the top, and he felt a kind of déjà vu danger in the man. So he didn't speak, but casually moved his body towards the end of the bed, where the Musk Moon Goddess was placed. As if he hadn't seen Ian's movements, the man just stared at the sea again and sighed softly, "If you can, please, kill me." ”

Ian slammed the metal box, and the folded Muskmoon Goddess bounced straight out of the box. Ian restored it to a longbow in an instant, but just as he was about to draw the arrow, his right shoulder once again felt like a tear, and he let go of his hand, and the Musk Moon fell to the ground.

The man sighed softly again, his voice low as the gentle sea breeze. Ian jerked his head up and looked at the hanging window.

There are still people there, only the sunset that is about to sink to the bottom of the sea, spilling the last rays of afterglow on the surface of the sea.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ian woke up with a jolt, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of dark and bright eyes, and a young face.

This is a little boy in a white sailor suit, and at this moment the little boy is crouching next to Ian, and asks with a worried face, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Is that a dream?

Ian looked at his hands, then clenched them slowly.

Now it's not a dream.

But if it was just a dream, it would be too real.

"Well, it's meal time. The boy said to Ian, "I've come to ask you to dine, but seeing you looks like you're having nightmares." ”

Ian shook his head, "It's okay, it's just a little unaccustomed." Wait, how did you get into my room? Do you crew members have the key?"

The little boy looked at Ian with a strange expression: "There must be, but I don't, isn't the door to your room always open?"

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