456 years of the blood union calendar, June 13.

Sailing at sea is boring after all, and I should probably write a journal.

Start today.

Captain's (Future) Diary

456 year of the blood union calendar, June 16.

Another day of devilish training, once again feeling the coming of death.

I lasted more than 40 minutes today.

456 year of the blood alliance, June 20.

I think Shadetti must have been trained like this before, so she was very happy to see what we were doing when we trained.

The gloating expression can't be hidden at all.

456 years of the blood alliance calendar, June 21.

Stick to the time to break through an hour and be happy.

>𖥦<

456 year of the blood alliance calendar, June 22.

It's a little exciting to be able to witness my growth every day.

Today is 1 hour and 5 minutes.

456 A.D., June 25.

Andrei said that the training is almost over, and with our current physique, the "touch" will not cause us any additional losses.

Finally, I don't have to experience this nightmare training.

However, the result stayed at one hour and 42 minutes.

456 year of the blood alliance calendar, June 26.

Without the devil's training, I was a little uncomfortable and kind of missed it

I don't think there's a problem, right?

456 year of the blood union calendar, June 27.

Boring sea voyages.

456 year of the blood alliance, June 28.

The endless sea is unchanged and boring.

456 A.D., June 29.

Bored!!!

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A dull sound came from the deck.

Arka held his pistol in his right hand and shot at a target standing not far away.

In addition to him, Jason was also on the side.

The boredom of life on a ship always has to find something to do.

So the two of them are ready to practice marksmanship, after all, there is a lot of ammunition in the lower deck, and it is not wasted in vain.

There is no shortage of ammunition for the No. 3 pistol, and it is a rare opportunity to practice the gun, and Arka will not waste it.

No matter how good a gunslinger is, he needs a huge amount of ammunition to feed.

Jason was firing two different revolvers in both hands.

I'm also training on the side.

And Arka emptied the bullets of his pistol, exited the magazine, and loaded the bullets at great speed.

He held the pistol and turned it twice in his hand, and then handsomely put the barrel of his hat on it.

"How did this happen?" Jason cheekily leaned over and asked, looking curious.

He felt that Arka didn't say anything else, but all kinds of handsome postures, which really made him excited.

In particular, this set of acrobatic movements of quick reloading of the bomb magazine is too smooth and pleasing to the eye.

"Want to learn?"

"Uh-huh!" Jason nodded.

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Arka said with a smile, but then picked up the pistol in his hand and looked left and right.

"Bobby's craftsmanship is really good, after his transformation, I feel that the gun feels better."

Aside from the devil's training to improve his physique, Arka spends most of his time learning some manufacturing skills from Bobby.

By the way, Bobby also modified a little according to some of his habits and intentions, the subtleties of the two guns.

Hearing this, Jason also looked at the two guns in his hands: "It seems that I also have to ask Bobby to help me modify it." ”

As soon as he thought of it, Jason picked up two guns and walked straight to the lower deck.

Arka also went down for dinner.

He then returned to his room.

At this time, the sun has almost completely sunk below sea level, and only the dim afterglow illuminates the world.

Follow the speed of sailing.

It should be there in a few days.

Lie in bed.

Look at the magic mirror next to the bedside table.

Arka shook her head helplessly.

I got up and went to the table, picked up the book on the table and flipped through it.

As night approached, the oil lamp next to it was lit.

The ship gradually fell silent.

All that remained in the room was the rustle of the pages of a book.

Unconsciously.

Arka just lay on the table and fell asleep.

In a trance, it seems that I have come to a dark world again.

Alka, who felt that he was here again, did not exclaim in the slightest.

He's used to it.

Since returning to the ship, the Magic Mirror has been bringing Alcalá in from time to time.

Nor for anything else.

Just to want to talk to him.

"Why is your magic still dead?"

A hazy sound came from the darkness of the night.

Arka reluctantly expressed what he wanted to say.

Of course, it's not about talking, it's about letting it occupy your brain and think only about what you have to say.

Let the words you want to express echo in your head like crazy.

In this way, the person trapped in the magic mirror can receive exactly what he wants to say.

"I'm still on the boat, I haven't touched it yet, how can I be so fast."

"yes, it hasn't been long."

Arka can understand this, trapped in the darkness of this magic mirror, the passage of time is indeed difficult to judge.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"You've been stuck here for so long, and you don't have time to judge, how do you keep yourself in a normal mind?"

"I just don't want to fall asleep, and naturally I can't feel the passage of time in my sleep, and naturally I won't be affected by the passage of time."

"And the Soul Trapping Mirror itself is not used to cause damage, its function was originally to place some souls, so that these fragile souls can at least have a place to live."

What? It's still a positive thing.

"Of course."

"Don't just read my thoughts."

"Huh? Isn't that what you want to say? ”

Alas, it can't be helped, that's the peculiarity of this place, a certain idea is too strong, and the brain fills it and it will be accepted.

But that's just a strong spit in Alka's own head.

It's just that the desire to complain is too strong, just like the idea I want to express.

So if you want to talk, you have to keep filling your mind with what you want to say. If you suddenly want to complain but don't want to say it, you will be noticed.

This is a troublesome place.

"This is also something that can't be helped, if your magic is active, then I will be able to communicate with you normally, and I can also see the outside world now."

"This paragraph is not what I want to say!"

"Okay."

"What era did you live in before you died?"

Arka couldn't help but ask, which was also the thing he was most curious about.

"The year of the Bright, the year 14655 of the Moxus calendar, I live in this era, you know?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it at all, and the calendar continues for 14655 years?"

This calendar has lasted too long.

Legislation is generally compared to the power that created the calendar, and under normal circumstances, is there a force that has existed for more than 10,000 years?

What an exaggerated behemoth it must be.

I feel that even in this kind of fantasy world, there should not be such an exaggerated calendar.

"The Moxan calendar was not created by a certain force, but by God, and this is the calendar of God."

Hearing this, Arka couldn't help but feel a little pain in his brain.

"You're not energetic enough, let's talk next time."

As the words fell, Arka withdrew from the dark world.

Lying on the table, he opened his eyes.