There are two wooden beds in the room. Opposite the wooden bed is a table. On the table is an old black white TV. The light in the whole room is dim.
Yarlin turned on the TV, and there was a picture of a reporter holding a microphone. The background was a towering white building. In front of the building was a line of Marine wearing a Marine cloak, with a solemn and solemn expression.
The lens of the picture is shifting. It is a wide street. Both sides of the street are full of neatly arranged Marines. Extending to the end of the road, there is a tall and wide platform on which three tall stands. Silhouette of
The camera shows the sideways, just when the breeze blows, the white background with gold rim lines gently swings with the wind, the black "justice" son fills the camera.
The murmur of "sha sha" is heard in the ear, and it is not very clear. Yarlin's eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly, "like a ceremony for honoring and commending."
He sees Looking at the noise picture on the TV, my thoughts drifted away.
"The technology of this World is really chaotic and weird. It has a modern product like a steel battleship, but it also retains the medieval mast canvas ship; it has a lethal firearm like a battle gun, which is popular. It's a flintlock, and the more weird thing is semi-automation; cars have not been popularized, but it is said that there is a train that can travel on the sea; there is also this kind of ancient TV, but in some big cities there is LEDprojection technology… …."
This chaotic sense of sight makes it difficult for Yarlin to make correct judgments about the technological progress of this World. The impressions of these memories are the original owner of this body, who is just a fool. Pirate, who is ignorant, has no feelings about what he has seen or heard, but how could Yarlin who dove in the magpie's nest not think about the reasons behind this.
"It's not that there is a major secret, there must be a terrifying problem… The water in this World is probably deeper than I thought."
Yarlin converged to his thoughts. He realized that he needed to find a way to understand this World more clearly. The acquisition of information is as important as the improvement of strength.
No matter from which aspect, becoming Marine is bound to be his current best choice.
"William, what are your plans for the future?" Yarlin glanced at William who was staring at the TV, and suddenly asked.
William regained his senses and met Yarlin's calm gaze, but his heart was inexplicably cold. He didn't think too much, or that he had already thought about this problem thousands of times. The voice replied: "Yarlin, I listen to your arrangements. If you want me to be a Marine, then I will be a Marine."
"Do you think Marine or Pirate, which is better?" Yarlin Interrupted.
"Be Pirate, this is the era of Great Pirate…" William replied hesitantly. He knew that Yarlin wanted to be a Marine, but he didn't understand what was good about being a Marine. Subject to human control, but being Pirate, especially the captain of a Pirate Ship, is not more pleasant.
Generally speaking, William is a bit smart, but the environment in which he was born and grown up restricted his vision and mind. He only saw that this era was the era of Great Pirate, but he didn't understand it. The Pirates body, the disciplined Marine is still the true ruler of the sea.
"I got it!" Yarlin didn't give too much explanation, as if he just asked and answered casually, he closed his eyes and listened to the noise of "sha sha" on the TV, quietly waiting for the night Come.
The night is here as promised.
The whole town fell asleep, and Yarlin suddenly eyes opened. He and William walked out of the hotel. There was no one downstairs. The door of the hotel was locked with a brass lock.
This is something that can't help Pirate.
Picked open the lock in three or two, pushed open the door, concealed it, and the two moved towards the city.
There were no street lights, the road was dark, and no one was encountered along the way. The two moved towards the beach and walked quickly.
On the boat, Fick lay on the deck and slept soundly, while the ship doctor sat quietly against the wall of the boat. He was not drowsy yet. A pair of eyes stared at Fick for a while. He stared at the corpse-like transformant again, his eyes full of entanglement and struggle.
Like a mouse trying to escape, but afraid that his actions will wake the cat from his sleep.
Just as he was performing countless dramas of life and death in his heart, the sound of footsteps of various depths came from under the boat, and he suddenly shivered and looked down the boat.
Two dark silhouettes dexterously climbed onto the edge of the boat and turned in.
"Fick wakes up."
Yarlin glanced at the ship doctor expressionlessly, and kicked Fick with his foot.
Fick suddenly woke up, subconsciously squeezing the dagger in his arms, and then saw that it was Yarlin, before he relaxed and got up, his voice was still a bit ambiguous: "You two are finally back. If you don't come back, I'm going to get off the boat and look for you."
"Pack things, it's time to go."
"Oh."
A quarter of an hour later.
A group of people walked silently on the beach. Fick walked and stopped in front and looked back. Seven silhouettes with weird steps in the back followed behind carrying sacks.
The flames behind it got bigger and bigger, and the entire Via was gradually engulfed by flames. The corpse wrapped in the bottom of the ship made a scorched and deformed sound. A headless corpse had a handful of Black in the chest. Sword was also ruthlessly swallowed by the fire.
"Don't look, hurry up."
"It's just burned, it's a shame."
"Pirate on the Via It's dead, what is left of this ship, it must be burned cleanly." Yarlin never looked back from start to finish.
....
The hotel door was pushed open.
The entire group entered, the door was locked again, and the sound of footsteps moved towards upstairs.
On the innermost floor of the third floor, two rooms opened. Yarlin thought for a while and said to William, "You live in the outside room with the ship doctor, and Fick and I live in the inside room."
Speaking, Yarlin entered the room, Fick followed, and the transformants carrying sacks in the back entered one by one, put the things on the ground, and then all cleverly crawled under the bed and lay down side by side.
The door was slowly closed.
Outside the door.
William's eyes were uncertain, and the ship doctor was a look of joy that could not be concealed.
"You let the two of them stay together? You are not afraid of them running away?" Fick closed the door and asked Yarlin in a low voice.
Yarlin stood by the window with his back to Fick, the whole person seemed to be bathed in the dim moonlight, and the whole person was indescribably cold and gloomy.
"Everyone has the right to choose, choose to stay, or choose to leave." Yarlin's voice faintly said: "The shackles on their feet will not be me, but you will never A selfish and vicious human nature that is bottomless to speculation."
"…" Fick was inexplicably cold.