"Manda, you stay on deck."

"All passengers and ordinary sailors, please return to the interior of the cabin at once, and do not remain on deck."

"The storm is coming!"

On the deck, the sailors of the fishing ships hurried and rushed to tell each other.

A cloudy cloud appeared on the horizon to announce the arrival of a rainstorm.

In the core territory of the Seven Seas Alliance, this is a rare event that is extremely difficult to encounter.

Even if there were seafarers towing their boats to protect them from the storm, there was no safe place on deck.

Many people obeyed the command and went down to the cabin to take refuge.

However, there are still some people who are reluctant to leave, and they even curse at the sailors who came forward to remind them:

"Look ahead, it's a storm at sea!"

"This once-in-a-lifetime scene, I must record this scene on my drawing board."

The sailor stepped forward to block and reminded:

"Sir, you may not ......"

"You let go of me, it's exactly what I need!"

"I'm going to keep this storm on my craft!"

With a flick of one hand, a piece of paint was thrown out of the tip of the pen in his hand, knocking the sailor to the ground.

He scolded angrily:

"You vulgar thing! You can't appreciate what is precious! ”

The painter no longer bothered the sailors who had fallen on deck.

He dragged his sketchpad and walked forward, with a feverish look in his eyes, intending to meet the storm as soon as possible.

"Tempest! Let the storm come harder! ”

Bang!

Lindsey knocked the guy to the ground and picked up the sailor who had fallen on deck.

In the midst of the sailors' repeated thanks, Lindsay's painter threw himself directly into the cabin, and then walked down with Walawala beside him.

He asked alarmedly:

"Valawala, this group of artists will not deliberately destroy ships in order to pursue so-called art, right?"

As a result, the girl immediately nodded:

"You guessed it right!"

"Some people who are looking for bitterness, tragedy, or cruelty can really do such things."

Lindsay frowned:

"If this kind of thing falls on ordinary people, how can they resist these awakened people?"

Walawala's eyes darkened:

"There is a saying that the strong deserve the right to humiliate the weak."

"But fortunately, in this world, there are still more normal people, and the same is true among the awakened."

"This kind of thing is not allowed in the Seven Seas Alliance. If someone commits such a crime, they are found to be referred to the Art Censorship Board. ”

Lindsay asked curiously:

"What about the sentencing criteria for this review?"

Walawala bowed her head and replied:

"Normally, blood for blood, but sometimes it's biased in favor of the Awakened."

“……”

The two of them hurried to the cabin.

Instead of returning to her cabin, Valawala followed Lindsay to Alason.

They pushed the door open and entered the cabin.

The one-armed painter leaned against the wall, his eyes peering through the porthole into the fading sky.

The Seven Seas Alliance's fishing ships are able to handle storms.

But as a passenger, this experience may not be very comfortable.

Arazon saw a man and a woman come in, and sat back on the bed, his eyes becoming teasing.

He first raised his one-arm at Lindsay:

"Mr. Lindsay, I didn't reveal your whereabouts."

Lindsey shook her head slightly:

"Actually, it's my fault."

"Escaping for a while may be effective, but it doesn't really solve the problem."

Lindsay beckoned Valawala to sit down.

The three of them gathered in the cabin, and Lindsay took out the fish fillets from her bag to entertain everyone, and at the same time put on a correct posture of conversation:

"Walawala, we do have to have a good talk."

The girl felt Lindsay's seriousness, and said with the same seriousness:

"Lindsay, just take it as my obsession!"

"I think - the truth should not be buried!"

"How can a person who has established a great career be afraid of his head and tail, silence and conceal, and may even be usurped by a treacherous villain to usurp his due reputation and achievements?"

“……”

If you talk about the answer on deck, Valawala is a bit strong.

Then this serious response.

It has indeed touched Lindsay's heart.

After Valawala finished speaking, he did not urge Lindsay to give an answer, but took the initiative to sit next to Lindsay:

"I know you're having a hard time accepting your actions, but please give me a chance!"

"No matter how the sky is torn and the sea is boiling; Or go to the end of time and space, to the other side of the Dead Sea. I will use the only sincerity to express this idea of not wanting to give up! ”

Vala Vala's essentia contains the power of emotions.

At this moment, the girl's true feelings are revealed.

The other two in the room could clearly sense that Valawala's request was not for the sake of fame or artistic achievement.

Her heart was longing to make up for some kind of regret that she couldn't ask for.

Syllable!

At this time, Alasson snapped his fingers and tasted Lindsay's fillet.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry too."

The one-armed painter was just a polite gesture, intending to lighten the atmosphere in the cabin.

As a result, he tasted the taste of Perfect World food in his mouth, and his expression couldn't help but be staggered:

"Oh my God! What kind of fish is this? I've never tasted anything like ......."

No, how do I feel about food?

Alazon was about to give a compliment, but he woke up suddenly and quickly switched back to the subject:

"I'm curious when I talk about it."

"Don't you want a young talent like you, Miss Valawala, to pursue the storm outside?"

"I heard it was quite lively on deck. In the world of the Seven Seas Alliance, create a successful painting that can sell for a good price; And for you personally, you're reaping the refinement of your skills. ”

The tempest actually has another meaning to the Seven Seas Alliance.

The stability of the sea is actually the result of being soothed by the artist's music.

So the storm is not just a rare weather manifestation, but also a symbol of defiance against authority, and this type of work is especially popular in the Seven Seas Alliance.

Vala Vala looked serious:

"Images of storms are really rare."

"But the reason I chose to devote myself to art was not to sell my work, but to save myself."

This answer made Arazon stunned for a moment:

He finally sighed:

"Compared to the crazy guys on deck. People like you are more qualified to be called an artist. ”

“……”

Whoa—

The atmosphere in the cabin was slightly softened.

But outside the portholes, it was getting darker.

Heavy rain poured down, and the cabin rose and fell with the curve of the sea.

The sound was louder than the thunder, obscuring all sounds, and a steady stream of rain poured down into the room from the portholes.

"It's not the right time for this rain......"

Lindsey leaned over to close the porthole.

"Hmm——!!!"

The sound of the storm was like thunder, but Lindsay could discern a long cry of grief from it.

"It's ...... The voice of the sea people. ”

Lindsey immediately realized that something was wrong.

The sea people are the only source of power for the ship, and it can be said that the most important thing for the whole ship.

If you don't want to drift in the sea, or be drowned by violent rain and waves, the safety of the people of the sea must be guaranteed!

Lindsay immediately opened the map.

"This ...... He's dead? ”

The mark of the seafolk on the tugboat ahead has disappeared at this moment.

And further ahead, in the direction of the storm, a bunch of red markers are approaching here!

(End of chapter)