Only then did the boy react and look at the figure above the clouds.

"you, aren't you dead?"

Cool three rounds.

"Do you want me to die so much?"

A figure slowly floated down, standing on top of the mast, looking down at the beings at his feet.

Wang Ming rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly: "That, Xiaolian, can you come down first." ”

The psychic mancer's voice was a little choked: "You're doing this to me when I'm dead?"

Wang Ming smiled with a flattering face: "This young lady, you should first stabilize your feelings, don't think about it." ”

"I don't listen, don't stop me, if you dare to stop me, I'll jump!"

Uh, something doesn't seem right?

"Not true. Xinglian knew that he was talking nonsense, "You bastards, you can do nonsense when your mother dies?"

Cold sweat crawled all over the back of Wang Ming's head: "That...... Starripple, we don't mind you climbing that high, but you're standing at this height......"

Xing Lian sneered and looked back at Wang Ming, his face full of disdain: "What qualifications do you have to say about me, you are a waste wood male protagonist, oh, wrong, it is the female protagonist." ”

"No, it's ......"

Yu Huang interrupted Wang Ming, who was chirping, and said to Xinglian on the top of the mast: "Sister Xinglian, don't ...... like this"

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, when will it be your turn to speak?"

Looking down at his washboard, Yu Huang burst into the room with tears in his eyes, and the door was slammed shut.

Both of her men were defeated, and Tsukizakura decided to go on her own to save face: "It's too much." Star Ripple. ”

"Excessive? You embezzled public funds, openly toppled guild members, stepped on more than a dozen boats, and made Lily give birth to children?"

"Hey, it's all slander from the beginning of embezzlement...... I'm just taking kickbacks. ”

The first half of the sentence is also reasonable. to the second half of the sentence. Yueying's eyes began to flutter, and her voice was an octave lower.

However, Yue Ying didn't plan to give up just like that, and secretly glanced at Cangyang who was standing aside in a daze.

Cangyang opened his mouth, his diaphragm contracted, airflow was released from his lungs, his vocal cords vibrate, and his mouth and larynx adjusted to the predetermined posture: "I ......"

With just one word, a huge line of psionic writing rose from the top of the mast: "Death has no human rights." ”

As a dead three-nothing without emotion and sensual thinking. Cangyang couldn't understand the situation in front of her, so she turned her head to her eldest sister to ask for help, although her eldest sister could only rub her temples at the moment.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

This is Lilith enjoying afternoon tea in the cabin.

Originally, Lilith was also going to attend the funeral, but Lilith politely refused, on the grounds that "attending the funeral is a living person's business, and people have been dead for a thousand years, hehehe".

The ghost swayed from below deck with a teacup and broke through the wall in defiance of the laws of physics.

"These bastards, they actually treated my corpse like this. Forget it, no one is happy to see me come back. It's like I'm superfluous!"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood," Lilith explained, "Actually, when humans see a person who has been confirmed dead suddenly appear, their first reaction must be to be startled, so your thoughts are very rude." ”

Although she knew this, the girl still couldn't let go: "That's what I said, but after all, it's very unhappy, they look like they've seen ghosts." ”

Lilith's mouth full of black tea squirted all over the ground, and her hand, trembling slightly from laughter, spilled most of the rest of the black tea.

"Well, Starripple, I think there's one thing I have to explain...... No, I can't help it, hahahahahahahaha!"

Xinglian looked at the ghost Lori who fell to the ground and rolled inexplicably, and I didn't know what to say, and then looked at the others, and found that they were all smiling and struggling.

At this time, Toria, who had changed into a black dress, got out of the hatch, looked up and saw the star ripples on the mast, and jumped, but immediately calmed down.

"Starripple You ......"

"Oh, Tolia, I'm back to life again!"

"No, I'm asking why you're not wearing clothes. ”

"Hah, eh!"

PS: I'm so tired of playing...... Can't hit the space...... I wonder if English will shrink into a ball if it is sent out like this......

Actually, that passage in English is the passage spoken by Father Mapo at the funeral of the hour

Well, I know, it's the fault of the hour that I can't play!

The Phantom Sea Continent is surrounded by an endless sea, floating alone on the salty water.

But this rich and barren land is so vast that many of the children of Mother Earth have never seen the edge of the world in their lifetimes.

The boundary between the earth and the sea should be a buffer zone between the civilization of the human world and the mysterious and unknown land.

From time to time, some travelers from the open sea, in strange ships and carrying rare goods, arrived at the ports on the edge of the continent, and set sail again with local specialties.

However, these are just decorations embellished with golden shipping routes, and what supports the primitive and developed handicraft system of the Phantom Sea Continent is never those visitors from other continents that come and go, but the circulation of materials within the continent, south and north, east and west.

In this era, the most developed areas have begun to popularize magic power facilities, magic vehicles are widely used for the transportation of people and materials, and magic items are deeply rooted in public life. In contrast, in those far away from civilization, intelligent races still use human, animal, and water power to drive primitive production facilities and transport goods.

Moreover, the land was not peaceful, the wars between the various nations, the thieves entrenched in the wilderness, the monsters that roamed the roadside, the monsters that roamed the outskirts of the city late at night, the ravaging natural disasters, the plague that spread among the people and the cemeteries, and the difficult road conditions, all made the cost of land transportation extremely high.

On the other hand, sea transport is much more convenient, although there are storms at sea and notorious pirates and privateers. But compared to the dangerous trade routes on land. Costs and loss rates are more reassuring. And ships can carry more cargo than ox carts. The money paid to the sailors was much smaller than the cost of the bullock cart.

The most important thing is that the gift of the gods, the trade winds that rotate in the four seasons, has created a miraculous golden route.

The golden route is generally those long-distance, but lucrative ocean routes, if you are loaded with the specialties of the place of departure, sail along this route, and arrive in a far-flung foreign country in a few months, and exchange it for local treasures. Bring it back to your homeland and the journey will be of unimaginable benefit to you and your owners.

There is a proverb on the West Coast that before you lift anchor, prepare a weighbridge to weigh gold coins.

It means to be prepared before doing things, and the original meaning of this proverb refers to the windfall profits of the golden route.

Of course, the golden route is not a panacea, danger and business opportunities coexist, every captain who dares to set foot on the golden route is not a rookie who is not afraid of tigers, or an experienced veteran. A veteran of countless games with Poseidon.

And every merchant who dared to inject money into the ship, haul it, and even sail with the ship. Either destitute and desperate, or they have their eyes on an unsinkable ship that will surely reach the other shore.

There is another version of that proverb.

Sail for money, and you can still get off the boat.

It means that there is still a chance to save the matter until the last moment. The original meaning of this sentence is to allude to the high mortality rate of the golden route, and to persuade those young people not to patronize and make money, and put their lives on the way.

Pirates cruised back and forth between golden routes, searching for prey with the keen sense of smell that even hounds admire, tracking targets with the patience of hungry wolves, pounced on meat with the swiftness that vultures were ashamed of, and devoured treasures with the appetite that dragons were ashamed of.

On this route, there have been legends of merchants who are rich enough to rival the country, but the most legendary legends will always belong to the One Piece who piloted a giant ship forged from pure gold!

Storms also patronize the Golden Route from time to time, and the route is only a consideration of how to get the cargo to its destination before it spoils or damages, and whether it is in the storm belt is not at all in the scope of the crazy gold diggers. Even if they knew there was a relatively safe route, they wouldn't have taken a detour, because it would mean more time, more cargo loss, and maybe a large toll to the natives if they were close to land.

So they preferred their ship to sail in the monstrous waves, letting the icy waves rush onto the deck, breaking into white sprays, and occasionally sweeping away a few sailors as a sacrifice to appease the wrath of the sea god.

They would rather the gods of the clouds stretch out their little fingers and turn into a mast-shaking gale, tearing at the clean, dirty, patched sails of the ship, making a more poignant howl than the demon wolf in the bedside story, and the sailors shivering and manipulating the cables, wrestling with the gods for their own lives.

The sanitary conditions on the ship were always very poor, and plague and disease could spread lightly on the ship, plague, the Black Death, scurvy, smallpox, cholera, and if a crew member fell ill, he had to leave alone on a raft and pray that he would float to the land or to the island. If you don't isolate the sick before the outbreak, then the whole ship will be in Daddy N...... No, overturned in the palm of the plague.

There was also famine, lack of water, crew mutiny, running aground, getting lost......

The ships of all sorts, sloops, brigs, and girders, with cross-sail and cross-sail girders, continued on these routes, reached their destinations, unloaded their cargo, and became the tinkling of Miss Caroline in the pockets of merchants, the tinkling of silver coins in the patched pockets of sailors, the sweat-stained copper in the calloused hands of dockers.

The golden shipping routes made an indelible contribution to the economic development of the continent, without which the blood transfusion of the industrial system and the subsequent rise of the magic industry would not have been possible, and the United States of Gadari would not have been able to win the war and establish the first parliamentary republic. (Great, my C family!)

Baidu Dou Po|The sky is hand-beaten

It can be said that from the beginning of the era of ignorance to the reunification of the mainland, the most wonderful stories are told around those golden routes, around the legendary pirates who fought for this route, around the legendary generals who fought for the control of the route all their lives, around the adventurers who shed blood and sweat around the crusade against the pirate monsters, and around the giant businessmen who are rich and rival the country and organize a huge fleet......

Among these legends, the most legendary one belongs to Dongyue Bay, a large port of the Northern War Alliance. Through the West Sea. Crossing the territorial waters of the Western Sea Commonwealth. All the way to the Platinum route to the port of Maputo in the Southern Sacred Tree Alliance.

The reason why this route is called the Platinum Route is simply because of the saying that if you invest a copper in Wintermoon Bay, you will get you a platinum coin when the fleet returns the next year.

Our story takes place at the beginning of the golden route of this golden route, the pearl of the Northern War Alliance, and the port city of Winter Moon Bay......

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Wang Ming wordlessly looked at the Dongyue Bay information briefing written by Cangyang, which was the string of things that looked like history books, and found that he could finally say that popular long sentence.

"Cangyang Sang. I don't know what you're talking about, but it looks amazing!"

Wang Ming stared at the document for a long time -- "It's so annoying! I hate history books the most! I can't say something simple and easy to understand!"

Faced with the complaint of the knight leader, Cangyang silently took the parchment paper from Wang Ming's hand, turned it over like a fried egg, and handed it back to Wang Ming.

Wintermoon Bay

Affiliation: Northern War Alliance

Owner: Wintermoon Clan

Inhabitants: 200,000 (5% of the Blue Wolf Tribe, 80% of the Humans, 10% of the Other Orcs, 4% of the Ice Elves)

Main industries: logging, shipbuilding, fishing. Whaling, transportation

Clan's reputation in this area: 1.6 (Weak Opinion)

Our sworn enemy, the Holy See of Light's reputation here: -7.6 (Fight to the death)

Industries and goods owned by the legion here: 500 units of rum purchased here by Comrade Tsukizakura Yuzukain.

Clan Buildings:

Tokachi stone statue. Special buildings

"We won ten battles!"

Effect: Defecating in the open within 50 meters of the statue will not be fined by the chengguan.

Seeing this, Wang Ming felt more and more terrifying, raised his head, and found that Cangyang was looking at him with a charming face, and then slowly approached......

"Ah!!!!!h

Wang Ming jumped up from the bed with his hands dancing, and the quilt was kicked away with a ferocious kick and hung on the chandelier, blocking most of the light.

Sensing his gaffe, the young man touched a handful of cold sweat on his head: "Fortunately, it's a dream, how can you have such a terrifying dream, is it because you've been under too much pressure recently?"

"Mia!

The door was violently slammed open, and Feather Phoenix and Star Ripple rushed into the bedroom with a loud noise.

"I've finally arrived in the North, so I need to try the local food!"

As he spoke, Yu Huang put a piece of air-dried meat into his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging with the meat block, which looked a little funny.

"Hurry up, the eldest sister said that it is difficult to get the sun today, and she wants to take out the quilt to dry!" Xinglian snatched the young man's quilt, and the extremely cold air in the northern region immediately froze Wang Ming into a ball.

"Cold, cold, cold!

"Is it cold?

"Eat barbecue!"

The two girls, one big and one young, shouted as if they were talking about cross talk, and Wang Ming estimated that he didn't want to sleep anymore, so he had to walk out with them.

"Xinglian, is your body okay?"

"It's all right, so you can't use the excuse that 'your body hasn't recovered yet, you can't eat too much greasy' to deduct my rations!"

"I'm not the eldest sister, how can I be so picky......"

"Ahh ”

"Big big sister, I didn't mean it!" A long time ago, there was a lord couple who lived on the other side of the mountain, and they owned a small but rich and beautiful territory.

The lord is gentle and kind, and the people of the realm love him very much. The lord's wife used to study under a local witch, so the local witch community had a good relationship with the lord and his wife, and often came to attend the lord's festivals and evenings, so to speak, the lord was able to establish his rule in the remote corners surrounded by foreign races, half of the credit is due to the good witches and their spells.

It didn't take long for the realm to become a well-known power under the wise leadership of the lord, with trade, agriculture, and culture far ahead of its neighbors, and countless knights and soldiers fought under the lord's banner to expand the territory.

All of them looked good, but there was only one thing that kept the lord awake at night.

The lord was getting old, and his wife had never been able to conceive a child.

Finally, one day, the lord's wife secretly made a wish like an evil witch that she wanted a child no matter what the cost.

The wicked witch, known for her potions and necromancy, was at first reluctant to admit that she was studying dark arts, and would be burned by the other witches.

But she couldn't resist the pleading of a woman who wanted to be a mother, and finally had to give a thick magic book to the lord's wife.

Ten months later, the lord's wife gave birth to a beautiful daughter.

In order to celebrate, the lord summoned the witches who were usually close to him to the party, but all the witches received invitations, except for the witch who studied dark arts.

Because the lord did not know that the birth of his daughter was due to the witch, he did not invite a black witch who had no good reputation and had never had a good relationship.

The feast began at noon, with countless meats and wines served on the table, flowers that adorned the scene emptied several nearby gardens, and the fireworks that began to dot the night sky in the evening made the neighbors mistakenly believe that the lord was developing a new weapon, because the sky was as bright as day until late at night.

At the climax of the feast, the seven most powerful witches bowed to the lord and announced that they had a gift for the newborn princess.

"The princess must be a great beauty when she grows up. ”

"Then I'll teach her the elegance of the nobility. ”

"I'll teach her the mercy of the saints. ”

"I'll give her a rich treasury!"

"Let the stars of heaven be her eyes. ”

"I'll give her my mantle to pass it on!"

The six witches gave their blessings to the sleeping baby girl in the cradle, when the seventh witch suddenly ripped off her cloak.

"How dare you not invite me! I curse ......"

Wang Ming turned the page and planned to continue, but someone in the bed was already asleep, so there was no need to continue the bedside story.

The boy closed the book, put it on the bedside table, got up from the edge of the bed, and stretched: "Well-I'll go to bed early--yawn-"

"Don't be like this, the story is pretty good, I want to finish listening to it!"

Xing Lian, who was knitting a sweater on the side, said.

Wang Ming didn't reply and said, "Knit your sweater." ”

"It's a scarf, a scarf. The author masturbates too much, and his vision is not clear. ”

Anyway, Xinglian is a lifesaver for the two, just reading a story, it's not a big deal. A little guilty of the sentence "Knit your sweater" that didn't go through the brain before, it seemed that the tone was a little hurtful, and the young man reopened the book stiffly, and then read the previous pages.

"I curse...... No, is there a problem with this printing?" (To be continued......)