On the Golden Dream, in just two minutes and forty seconds, the conference room was already full of belongings and treasures found in the past few months, and some extraordinary items that had been specially preserved and could not be stuffed in the room had to be put into the captain's room.

Of course, 50% of this is contributed by the savings of the respective deputies and Daniz.

Daniz's last legacy on the ship has befallen her.

Yager, on the other hand, calmly sat in the captain's room, which originally belonged to Vice Admiral Iceberg, and after hypocritically responding to the peace, he took over the statistical table from the trembling second mate.

Although the handwriting is a bit sloppy, it is very informative.

"More than 200 pieces of jewelry, more than 30 pieces of extraordinary objects, and a personal collection in the captain's room. Okay, Miss Edwina. Then, the transaction between us is preliminarily completed. ”

After a cursory look, he bowed his head to Edwina, who was standing on his side.

"Thank you, sir." Adevina replied with insincere difficulty.

Outside the window, the sailors who had already completed the movement of their belongings quickly moved on to the next topic, such as wrapping the otherwise clean railing of the steamer with seaweed

This made Miss Iceberg, who had always wanted the ship to be neat, depressed.

Of course, what is even more depressing is her imminent complete end of the sea wind review.

From today onwards, I'm afraid no pirate will dare to cooperate with her......

How could a real demigod of the Church of the Night be mixed up to the point of coming to the sea to set up a card and rob it?!

Beckland's church can't afford to pay anymore!!

There was a secret collapse in her blue eyes as she looked at Yager.

Yager, on the other hand, was unconcerned about her thoughts, and was looking in the captain's room with satisfaction at the Iceberg's many years of treasures, or, in other words, his new collection.

In the small room, the collection can be said to be exquisite. With the exception of a few ornaments, the main ones are the huge bookshelves that stand on either side of the room.

Books with various covers crowded one after another, filling all the space.

Not surprisingly, the owner of this room would be a believer in the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

As he observed, he excitedly pulled out a dozen pieces of paper that appeared to be carefully stored in a folder.

"That's Russell the Great's diary." Advina stepped forward to explain, her hands rubbing together under her sleeves to illustrate her concern when her cherished book was flipped through by strange people.

Russell's Diaries?

Yager raised an eyebrow.

Isn't this the diary he never started looking for?

He decisively opened the cover, picked out one of the pages, and looked into the light to see the square text on it with an inexplicable familiarity.

"March 6th, Mom, I'm almost constipated from eating the food here!"

"Are the ladies of Intis so open on March 17th? Did I fall on her, or did she fall on me? It always feels a little weird. ”

"On March 22nd, it's time to choose a faith, with the Church of the Eternal Sun on one side and the Artisan Church on the other."

"There is no doubt about my choice, praise be to you, God of Chances!"

"One day, I'm going to have the Artisan Church renamed the Cult of the Mechanics."

The tentacle monster immediately froze in place, confused.

“？”

"What's that?"

This is Russell the Great?! That maxim is pervasive Russell?

You had a pretty good time in your early years!

"Eat food quickly and constipated", you are also a foreigner?

Yager froze for two seconds at the unbelievable and unimaginable content, then couldn't help but look at it again, and then was once again spicy at the 'strange reaction of Ms. Intis's husband' recorded on the next page.

"On the 11th of April, the Countess of Valingham invited me to an intimate salon, and she told me that Lady Julia would also attend."

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

"I have fantasized about her in bed for a long time, and may her husband, Mr. Viscount de Lion, be untouched."

Excuse me, is it appropriate to write such useless information in the diary of a well-known emperor?!

There was even a typo written, it was "mind", thank you.

The peachy note renamed Russell has got!

He quickly flipped through five or six pages of meaningless notes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't know why Lieutenant General Iceberg's collection was such meaningless information.

Most of his interest in the notes he had just brought up was gone.

No, Russell wrote this thing? Fools just look at this thing?

You're not serious, are you?

There was a deep puzzle in his eyes.

However, it would be too arbitrary to judge Russell's diary as completely useless...... Although it does not seem to be of much use.

But it is foreseeable that Russell should mention some things related to the Fifth Age, and as long as you look carefully enough, you can still have some important information...... Right?

It's just a pity that the Fifth Age is not one of the histories that interests him.

The account of the Apostle of the Moon skips this paragraph entirely.

"You...... Can you read the text? Seeing his movements, Adwina next to her was keenly aware of the abnormality and couldn't help but ask.

Yager shook his head casually: "Words are not an obstacle. ”

This immediately caused Edwina's eyes to widen slightly in disbelief, and her expression showed a gaffe that she had never seen before, giving a glimpse of the ups and downs in her heart.

The fact that the text is not an obstacle means that he can really read it?! ’

Her blue pupils trembled, and thoughts raced in her head.

'So is he really from the Night Church?' Although he did not do anything to them, it shows that he may indeed be a friendly force......

But you can read Russell's diary, but you don't translate it for the Church of the Night? It's so weird! ’

This is knowledge that demigods should not have alone. ’

Moreover, is writing more than just one language? Can he read all languages? This must be a lie! ’

Or maybe it's because he's ...... He? ’

This huge amount of information made Adewina's eyes uncontrollable with fear more and more.

After all, being able to read Russell's diary is unusual in this world.

On the side, Yager looked through it twice, frowned and put down the diary, not paying special attention to it and Edwina's reaction.

As for the text?

This is perhaps one of all his past talents.

Since arriving in the world, he has not encountered a language he does not understand.

This made him not care about the strange familiarity of the square text and the expression of the Lieutenant General of the Iceberg. Anyway, the healing church uses English, not these words, doesn't it?

He put Russell's diary back on the shelf, ready to wait for the Tarot meeting to talk to the Fool about it.

Mr. Fool wouldn't be very happy.

“.” Next to her, Adevina seemed to want to ask something, but she had to stop talking. The originally fair face was a little red.

However, at this moment, an event that all the members were not very willing to see quietly came.

There was a sudden commotion on the deck, and the sailors standing on the lookout at the top of the mast clung to the pole, and from top to bottom, a puff of smoke slipped straight down, and landed on the captain's outdoor side and shouted here:

"Captain! In the distance, a ship seems to be approaching! ”

The people in the room looked at each other, and their expressions changed suddenly.

The first mate who was standing at the door and stood by immediately asked in a deep voice: "Can you see whose ship it is?" Merchant ship or pirate? ”

"Not sure! Too far away to see the flag. ”

"But, judging by the size and color, it's certainly not a merchant ship, and it even looks more like—"

"A pirate general's!"

The sound reverberated in the silent space.

First mate Blue, Edwina, and even the 'flower bow tie' Yodson, who was standing in the corner, turned pale.

No way? They don't really have to be forced to be pirates, do they?

The facts are clearly answering "yes".

The action was interrupted, and the young man in the room could only gently throw the other book of Grossell's Travels, which had a particularly familiar atmosphere, into the hand of the messenger who was leaning out.

"Miss Edwards, you don't mind if I take this book first, do you? It looks interesting. ”

"And, just right."

"Everyone dress up like a little bit, perform the anxiety of a shipwreck, don't scare people away, understand?"

Yager politely made a "please" gesture and pointed outside the captain's room.

Obviously, he didn't expect to hear the rejection.

(End of chapter)