When Syck saw Nemo and Lisna holding a mountain of food and were about to go into the cabin, he stuck his head out of the railing and asked them, "Ah, what are you doing in this sea?"

Namo looked up at Syke, squeezing his eyes. He was now in a clean mage robe. On his head he wears a four-cornered hat embroidered with a chrysanthemum pattern in the Norcaster style, about the size of the palm of his hand. There were quite a few changes in the robes on board, and the hats must have been obtained from the shipowner, Lofes.

Lisna didn't have a suitable outfit to replace, so Naimo changed Lisna's clothes. The skirt was disassembled, the flowers on it were sewn onto the hat to cover the stains, and the remaining fabric was made into sock covers. The jacket is disassembled to make pocketed shorts, decorated with plenty of stitching, turning the traces of the stitching into part of the look. Shoes are also polished shiny and cosmetic damage.

Lisina looked glamorous again. She happily held the mountain of food that seemed to collapse at any moment in one hand, and the plate with two cups and wine bottles in the other, as if the boat was not shaking, and walked on the left side of Naimo.

The work on that suit was made by Naimo as soon as he arrived on the ship, got the sewing machine, scissors, and needlework, and worked tirelessly.

Considering that Nemo had lived so long in the belly of King Moronis, it was remarkable that he did not choose to sleep for three days and three nights right away. It also showed him how determined Naimo was to take care of Lisna.

Naimo grinned and replied to Rick's question, "The writer with a pen in his left hand and a notebook in his right hand said to me: If you don't go to the Lost Sea, there won't be your role in this episode—"

"That's enough, don't talk about left-handed writers. What the hell are you going to do here?" Rick hoped that Namo's illness would go away when he had slept enough.

"There is a guy who doesn't value his life and flees to the Lost Isle. I'm going to catch that guy on someone's behalf. Naimo shrugged and said, "But I heard from you that the entire island has been swallowed by dragons, and that guy is either in the belly of the dragon or in the hands of the police, so I can go back and deal with it." 」

"It's Serrath. That Salarath didn't allow any species other than the Dragonrider Ampatt to be related to her. "Isn't it okay if you can't get the money back?"

"That guy is a poisonous bug. No matter how much money he gave him, it was all at once. That money has already gone into the pockets of drug dealers. No one thought about getting the money back, they just couldn't let him go. I'm glad it ended this way. The situation on the island is so complicated, I don't know where to catch him. Namo shook his head and went into the cabin with Lisna.

Rick continued to sit on the upper deck and nibble on chicken wings. So, Naimo's purpose was also achieved in a very fortunate way.

Rick let out a long sigh, what about him?

Why didn't Serian Dudu bring him some good luck?

Just thinking about it, Serian appeared. Serian took half a chicken in his mouth and climbed the iron ladder next to the hatch to the upper deck.

Syk remembered what King Moronis had said, telling humans to cherish language and make good use of it.

Seriously, most of the people on this shijie, even if they don't know Xi Ke, Xi Ke doesn't care. Most people can't arouse the interest of Xi Ke to understand. There are still many boring guys who are the same, and if you have seen one, you have seen them all, and it is a waste of time to study them one by one.

If there was anyone he wanted to know, but didn't know enough, it was probably Seren. They have such a deep relationship, but he knows very little about him.

If he should cherish the opportunity to talk to someone, it should be Seren.

"Ugh. Syk said to Seren, "Do you want to sit together?"

"Okay. Serian replied with a smile.

At first, they each nibbled on their own roast chicken, and there was no dialogue. Later, Serenne spoke first. He talked about many trivial things on the boat, such as the situation between a certain fisherman and his wife, the study of another fisherman's brother, who came to the boat from a peasant family, who had been fishing for generations, who was the descendant of a rich man, and what had happened...... He spoke of many stories that the ship did not know, more clearly than the one who had been on the ship for almost half a year.

Rick felt that Serian kept talking and he listened, and the scene seemed to feel familiar. In a trance, he remembered his long-lost hometown. After all but him and another teenager died, they lived together for a long time.

In the big house for the little Rick, he hid under the layers of clothes and kept silent.

The boy was often next to him, talking incessantly. He said how the snow was falling today, where he saw the greenery, and whose house he found new clothes. It was as if talking could drive away the chill, the zombies, and all fear.

Twenty-one-year-old Xi Ke quietly climbed up with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He was sure that he and Seren, long before they saw each other in the blood-stained castle on the day the Night Order was destroyed.

In the heavy snow of winter, the adults are already dead and have become zombies. How long did the boy protect Syk in that village, finding food for him, helping him light a fire, mending holes in his house. It could be just a few weeks, or it could be months. In any case, if it weren't for the boy, the eight-year-old would not have survived for a few days on his own.

Had Serenn not taken him from prison and worked with his companions to secure his pardon, the seventeen-year-old Syk would not have survived that year.

He should be satisfied. No matter what strange incident he was involved in by Seren, he should accept it and accompany him to the end.

What kind of good luck are you hoping for?

Rick couldn't help but laugh. Syk burst out laughing, causing Seren's shoulders to shrug in surprise. Serian asked, "What's wrong? Is the legend of the brilliant fish and the merfolk funny?"

"Nope. I wasn't listening at all. Xi Ke Daxiao got up.

Seren sighed and pressed his shoulders down vigorously, his back arched together, and he pretended to be exaggeratedly depressed: "I knew that it was in vain that I said so hard. Forget it, I just wanted to say it. 」

Laughing enough, he touched his nose and said, "Oh, I ask you. 」

"What?" Serian raised two eyebrows.

"What happened to your hometown?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"Isn't there a necromancer kid, for example? There must be a zombie he made, right? What happened to those zombies?" Rick's memories of that village faded, but he could never forget the moment he left everything in the snow and the Night Order.

The young Rick evokes almost every villager who has died, including his own parents. His mother, who had died of the plague, and his father, whose face had been eaten half by the beast, were forced to rise at the ignorant call of him, a young necromancer who had just shown his talent.

When he cried out to the corpses for fear of being left alone, he deprived them of the right to rest.

After knowing that the zombies would have to be burned to ashes before they could be put to rest, he would always do his best to clean up what he had made.

But those who were so close to him, he left without being able to pack up.

There were many corpses standing in the snow, their pupils were misaligned, white or even green, their eyes were facing different places, and some of them turned inside, but their eyelids were still open. Even so, Xi Ke just knew that they had been watching the little Xi Ke leave, and this scene was firmly engraved in Xi Ke's heart.

"Cleaned up. When the Knights came. Seren, leaning comfortably against the railing, added, "Not a single one. 」

"That's good. It wasn't until then that he realized how much he cared about it. He felt a large rock fall to the ground in his heart, and he didn't know how big it was.

"My hometown is the shield of holiness. Serenne said.

The scene of that day flashed back to Rick's mind. The boy standing at the entrance of the village against the backdrop of heavy snow. His shoulders and back were tense, and his hands were clenched into fists, and although they were hanging down, his arms were exerting force. The feet are slightly open and about shoulder width apart, and the same force as the hands. He tucked his chin slightly, a little bit of a gritted tooth, his eyes glaring at the man who had taken him, his eyebrows tightening in pain. Is that the fear of being left alone, or is it a condemnation of this shijie who left him behind?

Rick turned to look at Seren, and saw him laughing. With a satisfied and gentle smile on his face.

Although he lost a hometown, although he was once left alone, now Serenian has a new hometown.

Perhaps there was no need to worry too much about Seren, as he had a large group of companions waiting for him in Ataror. Even if you are beaten back by evil every now and then, even if you are often angry with officials and want to overthrow the government, you can continue with your companions.

"I really want to go home. Serian stretched, "I haven't heard Miss Lylenott cursing for a while, and something is wrong. 」

"I want a home. Rick thought with a smile on his face. He reached for the drumsticks and found that two were missing. The dragon bait that is very imperceptible has just passed by in a bright light but others are unaware of it.

Xike bit one of Zuihou's chicken legs and thought: I don't know what Ampaert's wish is?

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After the Sun Sphere flew into the sky, the Liberty said goodbye to the Merge. Nearly the entire crew on the Merger's side ran to the deck to say goodbye to Captain Naring, who was standing on the deck of the Liberty.

This hero, the liberator of slaves, left them with a smile and left here, setting sail for the next peak of his career.

The Merger sailed for the wormhole station on the return journey, which took them a day and a half to arrive.

The distance between shijie and shijie cannot be compared. Through the naturally occurring spatial rift of wormholes, it can take years to get from one shijie to another, or it may only take a second. As long as you find the wormhole and walk the right wormhole, crossing the shijie can be faster than going to the alley to buy milk.

The problem is to know where the wormhole leads, and there is no other way than to break into it. There is no guarantee that you can come back, and there are many one-way wormholes. Developing new wormhole routes is a very dangerous thing to do. Therefore, many wormholes remain in a state of "leading to unknown locations", waiting for someone to accidentally or too bravely fall into it, and then tell everyone where the opposite side is after returning lucky.

The fastest known route from the Lost Sea back to Altaro takes two and a half months, minus the Norcaster Realm as the starting point, and also crosses four shijie and passes through five different wormholes.

The wormhole station is under the command of the Maritime Police, and there are six-winged flags everywhere. Many large ships that look like floating cities are stationed here, providing services such as supplies, and there are also merchants who do business directly with the Otherworldly here. The Merger has restocked all its supplies here.

At a considerable distance from the supply ship, there were a dozen whirlpools. The water keeps flowing down to the center, and that's the wormhole point.

The Marine Police drive brightly colored dinghys and direct the boats to line up in the wormholes, and also guide them to find the wormholes they want to go. Most of the wormholes in this wormhole site are still "to unknown locations". Normally, the maritime police will keep an eye on the passing ships and prevent them from approaching the unknown wormhole.

But today the situation is exceptional. Most of the maritime police have gone to support the follow-up work of the Lost Island. Not only do they have to deal with the pirates caught in that war, but also those who have escaped from the Lost Island, because they have lost their supply depots and are anxious to escape from the long voyage, they are likely to frequently attack ordinary ships as supplies. The work of the maritime police has become more taxing. The commanders of many ships judged that there would be a disturbance in this area for a while, and decided to return early or change the operation location to avoid danger, so there were more ships that had to pass through the wormhole.

The wormhole point now commands fewer maritime police, and there are more ships to pass, so the scene is naturally chaotic.