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Chapter 111 Welcome Home, My Helmsman

Roy opened his eyes, and he subconsciously looked out the window.

The airship floated up and down, soaring across the sky, the rising sun lit the skirt of the sea of ​​clouds, and the warm and bright glow filled every corner of the room, and it was dawn at this time.

The gray-haired boy yawned long, looking a little listless.

Although the incarnation of the human world has become a Transcendent of the ember rank, and his spiritual power is much higher than that of ordinary people, Roy has spent two days and nights in the game of fate and completed the first overnight since time travel.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the feeling of being exhausted and somewhat satisfied made Roy inexplicably recall the nights in the Internet cafe in his previous life.

"Why don't you just go to the Red Moon's Dream Kingdom to raise your spirits tonight..."

While muttering to himself, Roy opened the bedroom door with his messy hair, and the bard who had been waiting for a long time rushed in.

"My lord, there are dangers and abnormalities ahead of our journey!"

As soon as he entered the door, Angelo put away his stern expression in front of outsiders, and looked at Roy with respectful and pious eyes as always.

"Dangerous and abnormal..." Roy raised his eyebrows, and his original lazy expression immediately corrected.

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"I see, the unusually strong smell of dragon's blood, the smell of decaying time, the aroma of the flesh and blood of creatures from the abyss, and the starry sky messenger's cry for help..."

After patiently listening to the dragon's narration, Roy fell into deep thought. He raised his head: "Are there any other abnormalities?"

"Some..." Angelo nodded again and again, wiped the corners of his mouth involuntarily, and said with some embarrassment:

"I also smelled... well... many kinds of very sweet desserts, such as pudding, cheese, honey, candy, ice cream, chocolate cake, caramel pancakes, brioche..."

"Stop, stop..." Roy's expression became more and more painful: "What is this abnormal?"

"My lord, under my investigation, there is a desolate forest and mountains directly in front of the airship."

The bard replied seriously: "It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible for there to be a large number of exquisite pastries that can only be made in cities."

"Then what do you think..." Roy asked tentatively as he saw the dragon's eagerness to move.

"I'm going to find out now! My lord!"

Angelo immediately said in a trembling voice: "How could I sit by and watch your airship be in danger! Please approve my trip, and I will definitely solve your troubles!"

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong sense of responsibility..." Roy narrowed his eyes.

"Of course, this is my obligation as the person in charge of the Deep Sea Company." The bard's tone became more and more firm.

Looking at the drool at the corner of the dragon's mouth, the gray-haired boy's eyes gradually became sharper...

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Soon, Angelo got out of the airship. He spread his ferocious black wings and hovered in the air, as if he was waiting for something.

After painstaking ideological education, Roy personally arranged a powerful helper for the bard.

Julong looked a little aggrieved at the moment. After being severely reprimanded by the boss of the company, he became honest and gave up the idea of ​​exploring the temptation alone.

Not long after, when the silver airship turned into a tiny spot of light in his field of vision, Angelo noticed that the surrounding environment gradually changed strangely.

Above the sea of ​​clouds sprinkled with dawn, a layer of hazy mist gradually appeared...

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of the ship's side breaking the waves, and the faint songs of the pirates lingered in the white mist. In a daze, Angelo saw an ancient and magnificent giant two-masted sailing ship.

The Flying Black Pearl.

The storm makes the sail, the thunder makes the bone, and the land touched by the side of the ship is the ocean.

Someone stood silently at the bow of the ship with a black pipe in his mouth, a wide-brimmed hat with gold trim and black bottom, a brown open vest, a frilly neckline with gold chains, dark boots with belt buckles, and old dark long boots. The coat, and the old face engraved with wind and frost.

He belongs to the Abyss Corps of the Storm Lord, and he is the uncrowned king who walks in the storm.

"Come aboard, my simplest sailor."

David Sparrow flipped the short gun in his hand. He showed his white teeth, and his hawk-like eyes fell on Angelo: "It's time for us to go."

"Okay... okay captain..."

The black dragon restrained its wings obediently, and obediently landed beside the ghost captain, standing side by side with him.

"Who made you stand here? My sailor?"

Unexpectedly, David turned his head, stared straight at the shrinking bard, and said in a bad tone, "Have you forgotten your duty? Angelo helmsman?"

The helmsman was at a loss for a moment.

In the long past, he was indeed the No. [-] sailor trained by the old captain, but the pollution of the starry sky had already swallowed up the historian's history books, leaving only vague residue.

"This... I was..." The bard hesitated a bit.

"Stop talking nonsense!! Get out of here and take the helm!!" David shouted violently in an instant.

"Yes!! Captain!!"

The pirate-born dragon subconsciously stood up straight, and then, as before, Angelo turned over while grabbing the handrail, and landed on the smooth deck with swift hands and feet.

In a trance, the history book turned into the dragon wings of the historical recorder turned over.

He tore off the shawl on his body, rolled up the cuffs, and let the rough sea breeze beat against his chest. He stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the handle of the rudder.

"Captain! The helmsman is ready!!"

Angelo shouted at the top of his voice. For some reason, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

The history book is still flipping, from the first page to the last page, the handwriting seems to be connected together, as if connecting the present and the past.

The unfamiliar poet with a mature face and the skilled helmsman with an immature face gradually merged together.

It's as if nothing has changed.

"Welcome home, my helmsman."

At this moment, Captain David let out a deep laugh. Gradually, the laughter became louder and more joyful!

"Pirate~pirate~" He opened his arms and took the lead in humming some ancient and melodious ballad: "We are sailing above the abyss~"

"Pirate~pirate~" Immediately afterwards, all the crew members, including Angelo, sang loudly at the same time: "We are sailing above the abyss~"

"Sailors—set sail!"

The next moment, the waves under the side of the flying Black Pearl broke through the thick clouds, and the hazy fog shrouded the sky, and the illusory ocean spread out until the front of the road.

This is the domain of the abyss belonging to Captain Ghost, and this is the sea of ​​mist belonging to David Sparrow.

"set sail!!"

　Challenging full attendance~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)