The room Gardelia had prepared for Klein was nice, spacious and neatly furnished, with a separate powder room and a window that opened to look out over the sea.

Before Crane could close the window, a lark rushed into the room like an arrow, landed firmly on his desk, and folded his wings.

"Heath Doyle is a 'Bishop of the Rose'?" Klein asked.

Esther heard what he wanted to inquire about, and immediately responded:

"I'm fine, he's fine, I'm just doing a little bit of verification. I have been in contact with the Extraordinary of that path, and now I can confirm that the power of 'Zoya' can have a powerful reassurance on them of unknown origin.

"I don't know how to describe the effect, but my singing can capture the 'perception' of others to a certain extent, and in order to stabilize the spirit of others, so that they can maintain self-steady. When this ability is placed on them, it seems to have a soothing effect. ”

Klein frowned slightly, thinking of the previous incident of Esther swallowing the contamination of the "True Creator", he couldn't help but be even more worried: "Won't it attract His attention?" ”

Of course, Esther could tell who this "he" was referring to: "Probably not, Hiss is not a believer, if he were his believer, I would probably recognize me directly at a glance." ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"You can use it as a radio notice to find 'Zoya'?" Esther tries to fool the matter with a joke.

Crane reached out and closed the window, set up a spiritual wall in the room to keep out the occult prying eyes, and even put Mr. Azik's bronze whistle on the table before pulling over the chair and sitting across from Esther.

Although there was only one person and one bird, he put on a posture of three triages.

Esther didn't look at him, but at the brass whistle that had been taken out of the "townhouse".

"My wings are fluttering," Esther said blankly, "is this an item from the 'corpse collector' route?" ”

"Yes, from one of my teachers." Out of respect for Mr. Azik, Klein did not share any more information with Esther.

Esther didn't ask, but jumped to the side twice and stood on the edge of the desk: "I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat indiscriminately." ”

Then the lark looked up and met Klein's condemning eyes, and the bird cleared his throat, "Ahem, well, I'm just speculating. 'Zoya' is related to the 'True Creator', probably the same as Amun's time, a mess thrown away in ancient times. ”

"Then his social circle is not very good." Klein muttered.

Esther smiled bitterly and did not answer.

She still can't know what kind of existence "Zoya" is, her personality, preferences, and even what she has done, Esther seems to be groping for a behemoth with her eyes closed, and the information in her hand can only piece together the feathers of the lark piecemeal.

He didn't seem to have much of a strong affection for humans, not even a lot of hostility towards Esther. But Esther thought that she was also "kind" to the grilled fish that was served, and this was not a hostile brief exchange, but more of a "don't care".

Klein reminded Esther again: "You have to be careful, don't rush into contact out of curiosity." ”

Esther hesitated, but she didn't dare to say what she thought in her heart, after all, no matter what angle she looked at, the "true creator" was not a target to be contacted in the eyes of normal extraordinary beings, and Esther's "no hostility" was still a guess.

The lark closed his mouth and nodded slowly, looking solemn, but only for the sake of looking.

Klein lowered his eyes, and his heart also had a headache because of the bunch of relationships involved in "Zoya", wasn't he the attendant of the "Lord of the Spirit Realm"? How can they still run around and provoke angels and gods all over the world......

Esther turned her head: "I'll go to the deck for a while, you can get some rest." Don't worry, I don't need much sleep anymore. ”

Klein looked into the bird's clear eyes, "That's—"

"From the fourth sequence onwards, the Extraordinary One gains divinity and begins to break away from humanity." Esther said this sentence in a bland and emotionless manner.

She saw Klein's deep suspicion, and laughed again, "Hey, don't worry, I just have something to think about and want to blow the wind." You can't squat here and watch you sleep while you're in a daze. ”

Hearing her say this, Klein understood that Esther also had a desire to avoid suspicion, so naturally he would not ask her to stay again: "Be careful not to catch a cold." ”

He opened the window a little more and let the lark out.

——

The hull of the ship pushes away the waves, and the morning sun shines.

Esther looked at the two whaling ships passing in front of her, and the moment she saw the "Future", they urgently adjusted their position, so that the guns were aimed at the famous pirate ship, and watched the "Future" every move.

But the Future didn't care about that, it set off on its own, and when it encountered a few pirate ships surrounding the edge of the route, the Future unceremoniously sailed up and dispersed the hyena-like pirate ships.

Such a majestic momentum excited Esther at the bow of the boat, and she blew the sea breeze in the bow of the boat all night, but she did not expect such a small storm in the morning.

I don't know what those pirate ships are doing here?

Frank Lee arrived on deck early in the morning, holding a rectangular tank of two live fish in his arms, and a large beer glass on top of it, which had not yet fallen and broken as Frank tried to maintain his balance.

The weather was clear and the waves weren't too big, which made Frank take a deep breath of relief, and he couldn't wait to test the results of his experiments, and the fish he had bred last week were finally ready to be cut and tasted.

He saw the lark squatting on the side of the boat at a glance, and thinking that yesterday it could speak, Frank immediately greeted the bird that seemed to be an extraordinary creature: "Good morning! ”

The lark let out a short chirp and turned around on the side of the boat: "Good morning, sir. ”

"Frank Lee, you can call me Frank, do you have a name?"

Frank looked at the lark curiously, but even with his "biologist's" abilities, he couldn't analyze the structure of the lark, and he noticed that it had different feathers and bones at the tips of its wings than ordinary skylarks.

"I'm Nornes, Mr. Frank."

The lark leaned forward as a bow, and then looked at Frank with the same curiosity, and the water tank in his hand, which looked oddly colored, and whose scales shone reddish-purple in the sun.

Frank put the heavy tank on the deck, walked around the lark twice, and couldn't help but rub his hands: "Nornes, you're not an ordinary lark, are you?" ”

"Yes," Esther didn't know what the man was pondering, but she didn't mind the fox pretending to be a tiger, "Mr. Gelman doesn't keep anything useless. ”

Of course, Frank did not forget that this lark was brought on board by a crazy adventurer, but his strong curiosity was difficult to suppress once it came up, and this enthusiasm was also displayed on his face: "Little Nornes, let's discuss, can you lend me a few feathers to study?" If you're willing—"

"Frank!"

A neutral female voice shouted, and Esther immediately looked up, it was a tall lady who started at 1.8 meters, and at a glance it was obvious that Vrsack's blood was obvious from her appearance. She was wrapped in a close-fitting fishskin tights, showing off the ups and downs of her figure.

The lady had not come alone, she was followed by a few other sailors, and a few curious people immediately approached Frank's fish tank.

"Good morning Nina!"

"Early. Let's do some diving first, and when the captain gives us, we will go straight to the sea to investigate the underwater ruins. The lady named Nina also glanced at the fish tank on the ground, "What did you do again?" ”

"I want to breed a fish that can reproduce quickly, but their blood is wine! So that we don't have to worry about running out of drinks when we sail on the seas! ”

Nina wrinkled her nose in disgust, and then she looked up at the sharp gaze of the lark: "Hey, where did this bird come from?" Are you newly bred? ”

"Hello, Ms. Nina." Esther bowed again, and suddenly everyone's eyes fell on the lark.

A few of the sailors who had not been on the spot to watch Klein board the ship last night immediately stepped back when they saw the bird speak.

Their fear of Frank is evident.

"I am Nornes, a companion of Mr. Gelman."

Nina suddenly realized: "Oh, Sparrow's bird? That's fine. I thought Frank had some strange creature to speak......"

The other sailors also had the same attitude towards her, and Esther smacked her lips, suddenly interested in the deeds of this Frank Lee, why were they so afraid of him as companions on the same ship?

Esther thinks back to what Frank and Crane said last night, even if it sounds scary to cross bulls, cows and wheat, but that starting point is interesting, and the fish he was about to deal with, isn't Frank's various ideas good?

Nina walked under the slightly shaded sails, and it wasn't long before Esther smelled the Nepos in the sea breeze. In addition to the two people gathered around Frank to join in the fun, several other sailors began to pack up their diving and do simple warm-up activities.

"Quaternary ruins?" Esther asked.

A younger-looking sailor replied, "yes, there are rumors that it's at the bottom of the ocean near here. Because of the way, the captain wanted to send someone down to take a look. ”

By the time Crane followed Gardelia to the deck, Frank had already scraped the fish with his dagger, and the fish struggled twice in his broad palm.

After excitedly introducing Gelman to his "achievements", Frank thrust the dagger into the body of the sea fish, picking open the long opening.

There was no smell of blood, and as the rose-red liquid flowed into the large beer glass, gradually filling most of the glass, Esther did smell the aroma of fermented wine.

There was no other strange smell, not even the smell of fish in the blood, the eyes of the fish who dedicated their lives to the transformation of winemaking were wide open, staring blankly at the sky, full of grievances that refused to look away.

After all, fish can't close their eyes.

Esther flapped her wings and flew down, curiously reaching the edge of her beer glass and bouncing twice.

Holding the wine glass, Frank didn't notice that he was still dancing and continuing to introduce himself to his new friend Gelman:

"As long as this fish reproduces quickly and becomes the main product of the sea, then we will not be short of wine wherever we go—"

"Hey, hey! Whose bird is drinking! ”