"What's wrong?" Schiller saw that the Vikings' faces had changed a little, and asked, "Are you scared?" ”

The Vikings continued to bow their heads and sort out the fishing line, saying as they were: "My father said that there are not very good people there, and I didn't expect that there are also university professors there." ”

"Of course, it's a big city, by the way, did you go to college?" Schiller had a conversation with the Vikings to distract himself, after all, he was afraid that he would actually get seasick.

The Viking shook his head and said, "I just graduated from high school a few months ago, my dad wanted me to go to college, but I didn't, I don't like to be too far from the sea, and here raised me." ”

"You've just graduated from high school???" Schiller looked him up and down, and found that he was not at all eighteen or nineteen years old.

Even if white people are generally more precocious, and with a beard, they will look older, but his strong body and skeleton don't look like a teenager at all.

"That's why they call me Vikings, they think I'm too strong, like a pirate." After arranging the line, the Vikings stood up, walked to the side of the boat, threw a rod, and tested the rod.

Schiller stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking at the vast expanse of the sea, and said: "I haven't seen the sea in the years I was born and grew up, and this is my first vacation to the sea, and it feels really good, and I can understand that you like it here." ”

The Viking turned to look at him, raised an eyebrow in some surprise and said, "Shouldn't university professors often go on beach vacations?" …… Wait a minute, so you can't swim anymore? ”

Schiller nodded and said, "Theoretically, I've never swam before, and if I fall into the water, I don't know if I'll drown." ”

"Absolutely." The Vikings were very sure of what they said: "The sea is not as gentle as it seems now, and when she is angry, you will experience a real natural disaster." ”

After saying that, he handed the fishing rod in his hand to Schiller, and after Schiller took it, adjusted it, and then began to cast the rod to fish.

After Schiller had cast the rod for a while, there was no movement, but the fishing boat drove to the more troublesome fishing spot that the Vikings had said.

It's still a shallow shoal, but there are some reefs underneath, and there's plenty of kelp and coral, so it's hard to spot fish, let alone fish.

The Vikings also took a fishing rod and stood next to Schiller to fish, and Schiller's rod never moved, but the Vikings caught one after another, and after half an hour, Schiller turned to look at the bucket of fish at the Vikings' feet, and said, "You know what? If you change someone, you won't be tipped either. ”

The Viking smiled, as if the prank had succeeded, and said, "There are many old men who come on my fishing boat and brag about how good their fishing skills are, and I will bring them here, as I said, the sea is not only gentle and kind, but she will also teach you what it means to fail." ”

But to his surprise, Schiller did not get angry, nor did he collect the rod and leave, but still held the fishing rod, quietly looking at the sea, he said: "It's okay, you said it, this is a more troublesome fishing spot, if I can catch a fish a day today, I will be very happy." ”

The Vikings retracted the rod again, took the hook off the fish's mouth, and said, "You are the best gotham I have ever seen, and when the gang bosses came, they either cursed their bad luck or paid for the fish I caught." ”

"The joy of fishing isn't in the fish, it's in the unknown tension of waiting for the fish to take the bait." Schiller replied.

"If you had tasted the fish soup that my dad made, you wouldn't think so." The Viking smiled again and said, "As compensation for your failure today, I will take you to my house later and drink the fish soup he made, my family has never had a university professor, he should be very happy." ”

Schiller smiled and said, "Then I'm not going to enjoy your spoils." ”

In this era, most people have a lot of respect for professions such as teachers and doctors, especially university professors, and in such a simple seaside town, when a university professor visits, the local residents will be friendly.

Until the sun sets, Schiller still did not catch a single fish, the light of dusk is projected into the bottom of the sea, the shadows of those seaweed dancing in the water, outlined like a graceful girl dancing, the seagulls in the distance are hovering in flocks, in front of the red sun, only a small silhouette can be seen, looking at this scene, Schiller does not care much about the results of fishing.

About half an hour later, Schiller was walking on a slightly damp stone road, and he looked up at the big lighthouse in front of him and asked, "Your home is in the lighthouse?" ”

"Of course not, whose home will be in the lighthouse? My father was the caretaker of the Bloomhaven Lighthouse, and I came to pick him up from work, because I didn't know how to cook, and if he didn't come home, he would be hungry tonight. ”

Schiller laughed, and the Vikings laughed with them, and as soon as they reached the door of the lighthouse, a man with gray temples came out, who did not look old, but who wore glasses but showed the vicissitudes and softness of seeing through the world.

Schiller's father gave him a warm welcome, and like everyone else, he was full of longing for the profession of a university professor, and on the way back, Schiller learned about his father's deeds from the Vikings.

The Viking's father was one of the longest-serving keepers of the Lighthouse in Bluehaven, and he had seen countless ships returning home, and according to him, he could recognize every captain who had docked at Bluehaven and remember every story that came out of the captain's mouth.

When the hot fish soup was served, the white mist drifted upwards until it touched the chandelier on the ceiling, and when such a large pot of soup was placed in the center of the table, the whole room warmed up, and the dark blue night sky outside the wooden window seemed no longer so cold.

As the Vikings said, his father's fish soup was really good, and the mixed fish soup was so delicious that the pepper in it gave the soup extra warmth when it was drunk into the stomach.

Schiller had just taken a sip and exhaled, and he felt sweat on his forehead, and the Vikings drank a large bowl of fish soup in a few sips, let out a long sigh, put the bowl on the table, and said, "My father has gained a foothold in this city with this bowl of fish soup, and the fishermen here have to sell him a little face, because everyone wants to drink a sip of the fragrant fish soup boiled by old Kuri when he returns from fishing." ”

The man known as Old Curry laughed softly, and said, "That's an exaggeration, but I did succeed in catching up with your mother by virtue of my skill in cooking." ”

"Your last name is Curry? So what's your name? Schiller looked at the Vikings and asked, and the Vikings shrugged their shoulders and said, "My name is Arthur, Arthur Curry, you can just call me Little Curry, or you can call me Arthur." ”

Schiller nodded, took another sip of fish soup, and said, "So, this is the Port of Mercy?" ”

"I haven't heard that name in a long time." Old Curry lamented, "This is the name given by those Europeans, which means 'God forgives everything.'" ”

"However, because we were discovered relatively late here, and have the same name as a port on the other coast, it has not been called much in recent decades, and only an old man like me will remember this name."

"I've also seen the name in a document that seems to be about the fishing industry here, and the author is very old." Schiller nodded and said.

In fact, it is because Schiller saw Grace Harbor in the comics, which is actually the Aquaman in DC, that is, the hometown of Arthur Curry, the Seven Giants of Zhenglian, and the blonde man sitting in front of him is Arthur Curry.

"That makes sense." Old Kurui leaned back in his chair, sighed relaxedly, and said, "You are really knowledgeable, when this place was still called the Port of Mercy, the fishing industry was indeed more developed, and at that time, there were many more boats here than now. ”

"Actually, I'm also a little curious, this is so close to Gotham, why hasn't the fishing industry developed in Gotham, isn't there more population there?" Schiller asked.

Old Kuri is also an experienced fisherman, he said: "It doesn't work, the rainy weather in Gotham is so terrible, it will not only affect people, but also affect fish. ”

"The old fisherman knows that these seagrasses in the shallow sea need sunlight, and the sunshine hours of Gotham, let alone seagrass, are very difficult for any plant to grow, and the chemical pollution in the city may affect the offshore waters......" Old Kurui shook his head, obviously thinking that it was impossible for Gotham to develop fisheries.

Schiller nodded, thinking that it made sense, the greenery he saw in Gotham City was indeed not very good, even if there were some trees and shrubs, the growth was not pleasant, after coming to Brughhaven, he found that the whole world was bright, and even felt a little dazzling.

But in fact, this is where normal people should stay, and the weather in Gotham, where you get up at 10 o'clock in the morning and still get up in the middle of the night, is not suitable for human survival at all, and it is also not suitable for plants to survive.

While Schiller was talking to old Curry about fishing, Arthur suddenly put the bowl down, he stood up, and said, "I almost forgot, wait a minute, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon!" ”

After saying that, Arthur hurried out, and old Curry wrinkled, looking a little dissatisfied, but he did not stop Arthur, but explained to Schiller: "Sorry, he has always been like this in recent months, running out in the middle of the night and coming back for a long time. ”

Schiller smiled and said, "Shouldn't it be a relationship?" Some of the students I teach like not coming home in the middle of the night and are going on a date with their girlfriends. ”

"Who knows?" Old Curry sighed worriedly, and said, "Arthur is too wild and flamboyant to please girls, and the girls in the city prefer a well-read and polite man like you, and I am still worried about his future marriage." ”

"They'll always find their sweetheart." Schiller turned to look out the window and saw Arthur walking towards the sea, and he continued: "Children of this age are like this, impulsive, confused, overwhelmed, but in a few years, they will grow up overnight. ”

"Sometimes, I don't want him to grow up." Old Curry looked out the window at Arthur's figure, his tone seemed to be full of a different emotion, and this sentence seemed to mean something.

After a while, the fish soup on the table was already cold, no more white mist came out, and the fireplace was lit, but the heat had subsided.

Arthur had not yet returned, so Schiller took his umbrella and tried to push the door out, but old Curry stopped him and said, "Professor, you should not go out so late again, Arthur will be back later." ”

"Don't worry, have you forgotten where I'm from?"

"Oh my God, you're from Gotham, so it looks like I'm worried in vain, but you'd better come back quickly, it's a little cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

Schiller put on his coat, pushed open the door, and stepped into the Bloomhaven night.

It's a much quieter place than Gotham, with no gangsters, no guns, no murderers throwing corpses, no terrorists planting explosives, everything seems peaceful and peaceful.

Schiller followed Arthur's footprints to the beach not far from the house, and then he saw Arthur sitting on a reef, talking to the air.

Perhaps there was more than just air either, for Schiller looked at the moonlit sea, and under the cold light there was a school of fish at Arthur's feet, and Schiller heard it, and Arthur said to them:

"How is he today? Is it? It's a pity you can't speak, or I'll have you tell him that if you hold on a little longer, I'll be sailing to save him soon." ”

"What? You mean he was wounded?! Arthur suddenly raised his voice, he stood up, and said with some anxiety, "No, I have to go and sail now, I have to help him!" ”

In the moonlight, a voice came:

"Who do you want to help?"

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