Doomsday Totem

Chapter 86 Iron Bell
The calm sea is shimmering, and the boats are slowly moving along the cliffs. There is a floating lamp at every interval, guiding the passing boats to avoid the reefs.

"Wow...Wow...Wow..."

The boatman swung left and right, paddling the oars unhurriedly, maintaining the direction of the boat.As time passed, the island became lower and lower, and the shore became more and more prosperous.Further forward, there is a fishing boat docked in the port.The lights there were brightly lit, and the whole sea reflected orange lights, creating a lively scene.

"Uncle, what's your name~" the girl asked curiously as she held the boy in black's arm and raised her head.Her hazy eyes shone crystal clear in the dim light.

"Slag."

"Iron... slag..." The girl read a few times silently, and continued to ask, "How do you write it?"

"Iron from iron sheets and nails, slag from slag and cinders." Iron Slag stretched out the other hand that was not held by the girl, and gestured in the night sky.

"Is it the scum of human scum?" The girl asked innocently.

Tie Slag tilted his head and glanced at the girl, and asked very unpleasantly, "Do you know how to chat?"

The girl bit her lower lip, and said with a smile, "No~ Uncle, can you teach me?"

Tie Slag snorted coldly, turned his head and ignored her.And she shook his arm lightly and said, "Uncle, why don't you ask me what my name is~"

"What's your name?" Tie Slag asked as she wished.

"I don't have a name~" the girl answered seriously.

"You..." Tie Slag's forehead was bulging with veins, and he narrowed his eyes suddenly, as if he was about to lose his temper.The girl quickly explained, "Really, I really don't have a name, can uncle give me a name?"

"Is there really no name?" Tie Slag stared at the girl closely, his eagle-like sharp eyes seemed to penetrate her internal organs.

"Really, I swear." The girl begged almost piously, "Uncle, help me get one, okay?"

"Hmm..." Tie Slag just wanted to refuse, but at the moment his four eyes met, he saw the endless expectation in her eyes.When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.In an instant, a familiar figure seemed to appear in front of his eyes...

At this moment, Feng Yun and the boatman raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other.There was an unspeakable meaning in their eyes, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment.The icy sea breeze blew head-on, and Feng Yun suddenly woke up!Just wanted to stop Iron Slag, but it was too late...

"Iron bells, iron of black iron, bells of bells."

"Iron bell... black iron iron... the bell of the bell... iron bell... my name is iron bell..." The girl muttered the words of iron slag, as if she had fallen into deep thinking.

Seeing this, Feng Yun sighed, and looked at the boatman again.Neither of them spoke. Now that the deal is done, there is no point in saying anything.According to ancient tradition, the offspring of Icelandic warblers are unnamed.He (she) has no surname and does not know who his father is.They are like rootless duckweed, floating into this world.Therefore, they are all called by the code registered by the hospital at the time of birth.

Until one day, they meet a noble person, or a benefactor, or someone who is regarded as a father, or someone who wants to follow for a lifetime, and they will ask the other party to name themselves.From then on, this name will accompany them all their lives until the end of their lives.

Both Feng Yun and the boatman knew about this tradition, but Tie Slag, as an outsider, was totally unaware of it.From Feng Yun's point of view, Tie Slag walks between heaven and earth all in one body, without bringing people by his side.Besides, he still has to go to the end of the world, which is even more impossible.

However, the naming rights of Icelandic girls have special meanings, even more important than the rights of the first night, which means a lifetime of loyalty and attachment.However, if the person she entrusts cannot take her away, then she can only stay here and become the next generation of Icelandic wandering warblers.

Although there is no shortage of heartless and ungrateful people in this world, there are also some people who will take them away.

However, no matter what angle Feng Yun looked at, he felt that it was impossible for Tie Slag to take this girl away.She is just an ordinary child who hasn't grown up yet, can she walk to the end of the world on foot?This is impossible, she must die on the way.

Furthermore, girls who are entangled with iron slag must be asking for something. Icelandic girls understand these rules of the game since they were young.But Tie Slag was penniless, so if he really needed money, it would probably have to be paid for by Feng Yun.

Thinking of this, Feng Yun only felt a headache.The equipment looted from the research institute can only be sold for one-twentieth of the original price here.After the transaction last night, he also received 700 gold coins. In addition to the pension of 20 gold per person, he also had to pay the salaries of the crew and the maintenance of the ship.This area alone is already in deficit, and at least 300 gold is needed to fill this hole.

But then again, the girl should be able to tell that Tie Slag is an outsider, knowing that he doesn't understand Icelandic traditions.Maybe the girl was just joking, not necessarily serious...

Between thoughts, a small boat rowed towards him.The ship is covered with neon lights, shimmering colorful shimmers against the night sky.This is a typical "night snack boat". Whenever night falls, they will wander in the coastal waters, selling small commodities and hot food for a living. Their main customers are sailors on duty on the fishing boat.

"Hi~"

At this moment, the girl stood up and waved vigorously towards the supper boat.After a while, the supper boat approached.The old boatman took off his hat and put it on his chest, and said politely, "My dear lady, what are your orders?"

"My name is Tie Ling, and I have a name." The girl said excitedly.

"I'm really happy for you, Miss Tie Ling, may I ask which distinguished guest gave you the name." The old boatman asked.

The girl looked at Tie Zha, and the old boatman immediately nodded his head and said to Tie Zha, "Bless you, Iceland's most honored guest." After speaking, the old boatman picked out one of the small commodities on board and put it on the side of the boat. into the girl's palm, and whispered, "Bless you too, beautiful Miss Tie Ling."

"Thank you." The girl nodded to the old boatman as a salute.

Then the two ships separated in a staggered manner and rowed in different directions.The girl watched the supper boat leave until it turned into a small spot of light on the sea.Then she turned her head, looked at Iron Slag, and put the small gift in his hand into his hand.

The thing I bought was a small hard cube with a very smooth surface and a warm body temperature.Iron Slag took a closer look, and found that it was a metal fire box, something used to light cigarettes and start fires.The workmanship is very good, the gap between the box cover and the box body is invisible, and the fit is very fine.The body of the box is carved with exquisite patterns, including sea water, flowers, lighthouses and distant islands.

Iron Slag put away the tinder box and put it in his pocket, then took out a gold coin and stuffed it in the girl's hand.This is the last gold coin on his body, and it was forced into him by Feng Yun before landing on the island.

The girl put away the gold coins, showed a bright smile to Iron Slag, and then hugged his arm tightly.

Time flowed quietly, the boat swayed forward, and finally sailed into the harbor.The three of them climbed onto the small pier facing the sea, walked across a wooden bridge, and returned to the shore of Iceland.

The beaches here are bustling and buzzing.Colorful small tents are set up everywhere, and there are small stalls in front of the tents.Some are burning charcoal fire and roasting fragrant sea fish; In a large iron pan, put oil, onion, ginger and garlic, and stir-fry shrimp and crab...

Sailors sat in twos and threes in front of the booth, gulping ale, some making loud noises, and chatting in low voices with their arms around each other.

The girl dragged the iron slag like no one else, across the bustling beach, over the brightly lit bars, through the wet stone streets, and into the winding alleys.In the end, we turned seven turns and eight turns, and came to an old-fashioned house with red bricks and white tiles.

"This is my home." The girl pointed to the side of the old house.

Looking along her finger, it is a simple log cabin.It is only about a few square meters in size, and one of them leans against the outer wall of an old-fashioned house, built with wooden boards and iron sheets.At this time, there was a faint candlelight in the gaps in the wooden house, as if someone was inside.

The girl pulled the iron slag to the front of the wooden house, and gently pushed open the unlocked door.The inside is very small, so small that there is only one aisle and one bed, smaller than Tie Zha's guest room on the Beidou.At the end of the passage was a tin stove in which a fire was burning.A crooked tin chimney led from the stove to the roof.Next to the chimney, there is an old photo.On the slightly yellowed photo is a beautiful woman.She is holding a little girl in her arms, looking out of the painting with gentle eyes.The people in the photo should be the girl and her mother.

With the soft sound of opening the door, there was some movement on the bed in the hut. It seemed that someone was lifting the quilt, and then a weak female voice came, "Baby~ Is it you?"

"Mom, it's me." The girl took off her shoes, walked into the wooden house, knelt in front of the bed, and said with high spirits, "Mom, I have a name, and it's a nice name."

Tie Slag stood at the door and didn't go in. The inside was so small that there was no place to turn around visually.However, the head of the bed was against the side of the wooden house, and the person on the bed could not be seen from the door, only the thick quilt could be seen.

"Baby, what's your name?" "Iron bell, black iron iron, the bell of the bell, a good man helped me set it up." "Good man? Is he here? Let mom see."

The girl ran out and dragged the iron slag into the house.Tie Slag frowned imperceptibly, it wasn't that he thought the place was small, but that he wasn't used to staying in such a place.There is not even a place to turn around, in case of danger...

However, there was certainly no danger here, just his habit.He is always like a vigilant wolf, always paying attention to everything around him, always keeping in a relatively safe position.For example, he generally would not go to crowded places.More people means clutter, and clutter means more uncontrollable factors.And any uncontrollable factors may bring the threat of death.This is the old man Tie's life-long philosophy, and at the same time passed it on to Tie Slag in its entirety.

(End of this chapter)