The enthusiasm of the pink-hat dwarf is endless, the wine and music are endless, Gu Tie fell asleep, this time the system captured his regular brainwave signals, automatically kicked his landing thread out of the "world", and the Chinese snored in the camp tent of the rebel army in Batangafu, Central Africa.

The elder with the longest beard finally noticed that Baron Jonah was asleep, "Stop!" he immediately stretched out his hand and shh The Floresian, who was singing loudly, immediately froze in place as if he had been hit by the magic of time stopping, the trumpet player was very awkwardly puffing out his cheeks and gagging his tongue to the trumpet, and his head crackled and beads of sweat fell, and the wooden wine glass in the hand of a dwarf accidentally fell, he gasped in fright, and flew up and kicked the opposite crowd before the glass hit the ground, and a glass full of cold strawberry sparkling wine slammed on the head of another dwarf, and the unlucky guy instead raised his thumb and showed a "well done" smile of praise to the initiator.

There was silence in the banquet hall, except for the short breathing of hundreds of dwarves, like a group of small rats whispering. The longest-bearded elder lifted his robe and tiptoed over to the astrologer, stood on tiptoe and shook it, then turned around and crossed his hands over his head to form a large "X" symbol. The pink-hat dwarves immediately held their breath and dispersed in all directions, carefully skirting the barrels, plates, streamers, and balloons on the floor, and leaving lightly through the four gates. The Elder took off his robe, stretched out his arms as far as he could, and put it over Baron Jonah's shoulders, which barely covered the Baron's back, and after thinking about it, he took off his robe and petticoat and placed it lightly on Jonah's back, and then quietly turned and walked away, walking bare-bottomed out of the ballroom door.

"Click. The magic gas lamp went out, and the crack in the door gradually closed, leaving an undisturbed darkness for the weary fifth-level astrologer.

"Mistress Jonah is asleep?" someone whispered outside the door.

"yes, yes, fortunately I didn't wake him up. ”

"Sleeping on your stomach will hurt your back, can you move the adults to the bedroom?"

"That would disturb his sleep!"

"Elder, is Pideep from the Southern Continent on the ship?

"Oh, that's right, as long as Pideep is there, it's not a problem, he should still be arguing with people in the war room, and I'm sure I'll be able to find him there. ”

"That's right, Elder. ”

"How?"

“...... Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

“...... I don't want to boast to you, Second Steamer, but I'm going to give my clothes to Master Jonah to keep him from catching a cold from falling asleep, and it's the proudest streaking thing ever. ”

"Elder, this will surely be a good story for Ecbatana...... Please allow me to touch your belly button with my middle finger as a token of my heartfelt respect for you. ”

"Shhhh......h Well, just touch it......"

Jonah slept soundly.

The next morning, he woke up on a large bed that was extremely soft, covered with cloud-soft goose feather cushions, the sheets were the smoothest and most delicate white silk in the Oriental continent, and the pillow was filled with fluffy velvet. How long has it been since he had slept in a real bed? Since leaving Suiyang City in the Southern Merchant Kingdom and embarking on a journey north to find Long Ji, he has been eating and sleeping in the open and thirsty all the way (no one has prepared a good dinner for him since leaving Arsai, and Jonah finally understands what the Orientals call 'food obsession', after all, dinner and campfire are the only things of the day that can relax the traveler's body and mind. But when he began to understand the King of Assassins, Asai was gone, and could no longer be by the boy's side, roasting sausages, telling jokes, staring at him with bad and innocent black eyes, ready to play pranks on his companions, and no longer able to draw his dagger when danger came, and to despise all the enemies in front of him with a contemptuous gaze, mocking the boy's weakness while helping him to cut, destroy, and crush all obstacles in his path. As long as he thought of the name of the king of assassins, Simion Long Chang, the young man's heart felt a pinprick like a pinprick in the depths of his heart, he had not dared to think about the topic related to Asai, pretending to be only temporarily separated from him, and subconsciously refused to accept this cruel fact), sleeping between the starlight and the grass, who would have thought that after escaping the pursuers and coming to the Northern Continent, there would be such a luxurious enjoyment, Jonah felt that the scenery around him seemed a little unreal for a while.

Of course, it took him a long time to remember where he was. It was a guest room aboard the steam submarine USS Santa Jonah - formerly USS San Gilberto, with pale yellow painted walls and a freshly furnished wool carpet on the floor, which looked like it had been recently renovated, and a window with pale blue fringed curtains. How can a ship sail underground, and how can a ship underground, have windows? Jonah rubbed his eyes and sat up, finding himself dressed in a brand new linen pajamas, with robes, deerskin bags, and equipment neatly stacked at the head of the bed, and he wondered if he had unconsciously taken off his clothes before going to sleep, or if someone had helped him change into his dressing gown.

The boy yawned, took off his pajamas and changed into a blue robe, put on a deerskin bag, and held Sila Fina in his hand. He walked to the window, lifted the curtains, and saw that there was nothing to be seen in the black hole outside, and with a wry laugh of self-deprecation, Jonah turned and pushed the door open.

"Master Jonah is up!" Immediately there was a cheer outside, and seven or eight pink-hatted dwarves rushed over to salute, and two dwarves with spears stopped a tall, thin old man with a white beard, and the old man yelled angrily: "Boy, you are awake! These people have been blocking me from passing, and they are annoying! Come with me, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Ahh......h

Koshawar was tall and long-legged, and walked so fast that Jonah had to trot all the way to catch up with his teacher, and he couldn't help but think of his time as an apprentice in the Red Clay Plains, where he had to chase after him every time he climbed to the top of the astrological tower, and he would be scolded if he lost it, and the teacher's back looked so familiar and a little different, and the weight of the years on his body made the teacher's back less straight, and his shoulders less powerful.

"Teacher......" the young man called. As he had been ten years ago, Koshavo didn't even pay attention, only snorting through his nostrils.

They navigated the submarine's narrow and low passages, but they were decorated with delicate teak floors and wood-grain wall panels, and a magic gas lamp sneered every few yards to emit light, not giving it a sense of oppression. "Lord Jonah!" At each turn, two pink-hatted dwarves saluted him with a glint in their eyes, and Jonah didn't know what they were standing in the hallway, but politely greeted each of them. "This is the upper starboard deck of the submarine, everyone is waiting for you in the first conference room, and you will be there after two turns. Koshawar made a brief introduction.

"Who are you referring to?" the boy wondered.

The old man did not reply. At one of the turns, Jonah's staff accidentally touched the wall, "Ouch!" The two dwarves screamed at the same time and fell backwards, falling with the entire wall and falling into a ball. Jonah stopped to look in amazement, and found that the wall on the left side of the passage was a huge piece of cardboard with elaborate decorations, and the pink-hatted dwarves were secretly standing in a row with the cardboard, in case Baron Jonah saw what was behind it.

To the left of the passage was a six-foot-wide steel platform, the pillars of the platform had corroded to the point of instability, and the bolts, rivets, and steel plates were rusted into a mess, and the two dwarves almost fell under the platform, but fortunately they grabbed the large cardboard, and ......the iron frame let out a terrible groan, and the rust fell down.

Jonah tugged at the cardboard and pulled the two dwarves up, and when he looked out, the platform was empty to the left of the platform, a cliff of unknown height, and the deep darkness below was spewing snow-white steam and flashing with welding arcs. On the opposite side was the same crumbling steel platform, about ten yards from here, the inside of the platform was sealed with cardboard, and it was impossible to see the scene behind it. A pink-hat dwarf crawled into the passage panting, kicking off a piece of rusty steel bar, and the steel bar fell for a long time before there was a crashing sound, and someone screamed in the darkness and cursed in a shrill voice.

“...... I wouldn't mind if it wasn't repaired, after all, it was a ship from hundreds of years ago. Jonah understood the dwarves' intentions and shook his head.

"Lord Jonah!" the dwarves' eyes immediately turned red, "I'm sorry that Ecbatana has kept the drawings of the St. Jonah, but this ship has been parked for hundreds of years, and it is so dilapidated that we can only barely make it move with all our efforts!"

Jonah smiled wryly, "You don't have to do this to me, I'm just an unsuccessful fifth-level astrologer...... Speaking of which, the ship's side is separated, and this structure seems a little familiar. ”

One of the dwarves was pleasantly surprised: "You are very knowledgeable, this ship has the same hull structure as the 'Racing Star' built by the Tantuha people, and in principle this is for ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, boy! "Let's go!" said Koshawar, "how long are you going to keep the Emperors waiting?"

"The Emperor...... Guys?"