Treasure Hunters, Sail the Blue Sea

Chapter 57 Logbook
In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

Sailing at sea is boring after all, I should probably keep a journal.

Start today.

"Captain (Future) Log"

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

It was another day of devilish training, and once again I felt the coming of death.

Lasted more than 40 minutes today.

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

I think Xia Daiti must have been trained like this before, so she will be very happy when she sees how miserable we are in training.

The gloating expression couldn't be hidden at all.

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

Insist on breaking through for an hour, be happy.

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In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

I am a little excited to be able to witness my growth every day.

Today is 1 hour and 5 minutes.

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

Andre said that the training is almost over. With our current physique, "touching" will not cause us any additional losses.

Finally, there is no need to experience this nightmare training.

But the score stayed at one hour and 42 minutes.

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

Without the devilish training, some are not used to it, and I kind of miss it

I should be fine, right?
In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

Boring sea voyages.

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

The endless sea remains unchanged and boring.

In the 456th year of the blood alliance calendar, June 6th.

boring! ! !

……

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull sound came from the deck.

Arka raised his pistol in his right hand, and shot at a target not far away.

Besides him, Jason was also beside him.

One must find something to do with the boredom of life on board.

So the two of them were going to practice marksmanship. After all, there was a lot of ammunition in the lower deck, so it was not wasted.

There is no shortage of ammunition for the No. 3 pistol. It is a rare good opportunity to practice guns, and Alka will not waste it.

No matter how good a shooter is, he needs a huge amount of ammunition to feed.

At this time, Jason was holding two revolvers of different styles in both hands and fired.

Also training next to it.

And Alka emptied the bullets in his pistol, exited the magazine, and loaded the bullets at an extremely fast speed.

He held the pistol and turned it twice in his hand, and then handsomely put his hat on the barrel of the gun.

"How did you do this?" Jason leaned over cheekily and asked curiously.

He felt that Alka's various handsome poses, among other things, really touched his heart.

In particular, this set of acrobatic movements of quickly reloading the magazine is too smooth and pleasing to the eye.

"Want to learn?"

"Yeah!" Jason nodded.

"If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Arka said with a smile, but then picked up the pistol in his hand and looked around.

"Bobby's craftsmanship is really good. After his modification, the gun feels better."

Apart from the devil training to exercise his physique, Alka spent most of his time learning some manufacturing techniques from Bobby.

By the way, I asked Bobby to modify the subtleties of the two firearms according to his own habits and wishes.

Hearing this, Jason also looked at the two guns in his hand: "It seems that I have to ask Bobby to modify it for me."

Thinking about it, Jason picked up two guns and walked directly towards the lower deck.

Arka also took advantage of the opportunity to have dinner.

Then returned to his room.

At this time, the sun has almost completely sunk below the sea level, and only the dim afterglow illuminates the world.

Follow the speed of sailing.

It should be here in a few days.

Lying in bed.

Look in the magic mirror next to the bedside table.

Alka shook his head helplessly.

He got up and came to the table, picked up the books on the table and started to read.

As night fell, the oil lamps next to it were also lit.

The boat gradually fell into silence.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of pages.

Unconsciously.

Arka lay prone on the table like this, and fell asleep.

In a trance, it seems to have come to a dark world again.

Alka, who felt that he came here again, didn't exclaim in the slightest.

He's used to it.

Since returning to the ship, the magic mirror has taken Alcala in from time to time.

For nothing else.

Just to chat with him.

"Why is your magic power still lifeless?"

A hazy voice came from the dark night.

Alka reluctantly expressed what she wanted to say.

Of course, it is not to say, but to let it occupy your brain and only think about what you want to say.

Let the words you want to express crazily echo in your mind.

In this way, the person trapped in the magic mirror can accurately receive what he wants to say.

"I'm still on the boat, I haven't touched it yet, how can it be so fast."

"Really, it's not long before."

Alka can understand this, trapped in the darkness of this magic mirror, the passage of time is indeed difficult to judge.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help being a little curious.

"You have been trapped here for so long, and you don't have time to judge. How do you maintain your normal mind?"

"I just don't want to sleep deeply. Naturally, I can't feel the passage of time in deep sleep, and naturally I won't be affected by the passage of time."

"Moreover, the Soul Trapping Mirror itself is not used for harm. Its function was originally used to place some souls, so that these fragile souls can at least have a shelter."

What?This thing is actually a positive thing.

"Of course."

"Don't just read my mind."

"Ah? Isn't that what you want to say?"

Alas, there is no way, this is the characteristic of this place, if a certain piece of thought is too strong, it will be accepted if it fills the brain.

But that was just Arka's strong complaint in his mind.

It's just that the desire to complain is too strong, just like the thoughts I want to express.

So if you chat, you have to keep filling your mind with what you want to say.If you suddenly want to complain sometimes but don't want to say it, you will be noticed.

What a mess this damn place is.

"There is no way to do this. If your magic power is active, then I can communicate with you normally, and I can also take a look at the outside world."

"This paragraph is not what I want to say!"

"Ok."

"What era did you live in?"

Alka couldn't help asking, this was also what he was most curious about.

"The brilliant year, 14655 in the Moksan calendar, I live in this era, do you know?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it at all, and the calendar lasted for 14655 years?"

The duration of this calendar is too long.

Legislation is generally compared with the power that created the calendar. Under normal circumstances, is there a power that has existed for more than 1 years?
What an exaggerated behemoth that must be.

I feel that even this kind of fantasy world should not have such an exaggerated calendar.

"The Moksas calendar was not created by a certain force, but by God. This is God's calendar."

Alka couldn't help feeling a little pain in his brain when he heard this.

"You are not energetic enough, let's talk next time."

After the words fell, Alka withdrew from the dark world.

He lay down on the table and opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)