Leader of the Ark Raiders

"Okay." Shen Cangye nodded.

The captain and Dylan collected some more tools and parts, and the three drove to the crash site of their hapless craft.

Several pilots with oily faces were still busy, and when they saw Shen Cangye coming, they waved, "Doctor Shen, the facilities on the aircraft are now back in operation, you can check the access control to the warehouse."

"Okay, thank you, thank you for your hard work." Shen Cangye said.

He went straight to the equipment warehouse.

But stopped halfway.

He found someone who shouldn't be here.

"Sirtel, what are you doing here?" Shen Cangye looked puzzled at Sarkaz who was eating ice cream in the simple kitchen of the aircraft.

"Don't you know how to read it yourself?" Shirtel rolled his eyes, ignored him again, and scooped up ice cream with a spoon to eat.

Shen Cangye walked into the kitchen to have a look.

Hey guys, there are three empty ice cream boxes in the trash.

In her hand was the fourth box.

This is too edible!

"Why do you eat so much?" Shen Cangye asked in surprise, "Aren't you afraid that you will spoil your stomach?"

"Hey, I'll give you a box too." Shirtel suddenly gave him a box of ice cream.

Shen Cangye doubtfully took the box of ice cream that Sarkaz generously gave him.

Then Stelter was heard saying, "...and shut your mouth."

Shen Cangye took it speechlessly, "Is this how you eat ice cream?"

"Otherwise?" Sarkaz glanced at him.

For several days, the cabin of the aircraft has been locked.

Although the refrigerator is still running to ensure that the food inside does not rot, other people cannot get on the aircraft.

Shier Teer was well informed, as soon as he heard that the aircraft could come in after it was repaired, he rushed over immediately.

It's just that the way she wiped out the ice cream with no expression on her face really showed any signs of happiness.

"I'll give you the whole way to eat real ice cream." Shen Cangye smiled.

He took out the toast from the refrigerator, rolled it out, and wrapped the ice cream in it.

Press the toast well and seal it, put it in hot oil and fry for 30 seconds before taking it out.

"The recipe I read before, Internet celebrity ice cream bread." He said while putting the toast on the plate, "If the toast can be frozen for a while, the taste will be better."

"Is this still called ice cream?" Shirtel said contemptuously.

"Ah, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it, anyway, didn't you give me this box?" Shen Cangye didn't even eat lunch, so he just picked one up.

Shirtel glanced at him coldly, picked up one, and took a tentative bite.

The toast skin has been deep-fried warm and crispy, but the ice cream inside is still cold and has not melted.

The heat of the outer layer makes the ice cream on the inside not so cold.

After finding that the texture and taste were very satisfactory, she ate this one in two or three bites.

The ice cream pops out of the crispy toast crust, the sweetness spreads instantly, and the cold feeling lingers in the whole mouth.

Shirtel felt indescribable enjoyment at this moment.

It turns out that there is another way to eat ice cream!

So she ate two in a row.

When she finally licked her fingertips, she found that he was staring at her.

The feeling of embarrassment exploded immediately.

She staggered her eyes, pretending to be calm and pushed over two more boxes of ice cream, "I can't finish nineteen servings of ice cream, so help me eat it, you can do whatever you want."

"Huh?" Shen Cangye was taken aback.

so generous?

He looked at Sarkaz.

Stuart looked away.

She pretended to lower her head to adjust her skirt, and said as naturally as possible: "The precious frozen layer of the refrigerator should not be used to pile up ice cream, it's better to eat it as soon as possible - anyway, you have other ways to make it in your mind, don't you? I'm done I can taste it for you."

She conveniently took away the last ice cream bread on the plate, "I'm going back, your idea is good, but the craftsmanship is not very good. I hope you can change it tomorrow, and don't tell me to eat such a nasty thing. "

"Can't you be more frank, Sarkaz?" Shen Cangye said with a big smile just as Shirtel walked out of the kitchen.

Then I heard the other party's retort in shame, "I said it's unpalatable, but it's unpalatable!"

643. Secret dream

At night, Shirter looked at the candles by the bedside and reminisced about the smell of fried bread and ice cream.

Sure enough, it's more delicious than just eating ice cream.

If she hadn't shared the box of ice cream with him, maybe she wouldn't have gotten this wonderful new way to eat it.

share……

Like a resonance of the same frequency.

Suddenly, she has a spiritual connection with another human being.

Have shared memories of eating ice cream bread together.

As if the ice wall is gradually melting, the gate of the lonely city opens, and a kind of warm self-gratification overflows from the bottom of my heart.

It was a feeling she had never felt before.

She looked back at the statue on the table.

Ah...he found the statue for her too.

And the quarrel in the car is also their common memory.

Make friends and build bonds with others.

feel good.

At least, this memory is real and belongs to him.

The corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, and Stuart stared at the statue on the table.

...a Minoan woman.

Why is she a "devil" in my memory?

Why would she get in touch with Levantin again?

Shirter seemed to remember something.

But the fragments of that memory are too fragmented, and it is impossible to remember.

She simply ignored it.

She blew out the candle by the bed and lay down.

Stuart had a dream.

"—Cassandra."

In the dream, someone called her like this.

The moment the first ray of sunlight shines into the verdant forest in the morning, everything wakes up.

Cassandra - She is the priestess of the Minoan goddess of wisdom.

Shining waves rippling in the stream, the surface of the water faintly reflects a blue sky and faint clouds, and...

Cassandra froze slightly.

The reflection in the halo on the water surface is a man with blond hair as dazzling as the sun.

On soft green meadows beside a sparkling brook.

The young Cassandra met the sun god who fell in love with her at first sight.

Whether it is the glory of the laurels, the wealth in the world, or the eternal youth and beauty...

The sun god promised her that she would get whatever she wanted.

The sun god wooed her.

In order to get her heart, the sun god gave her the ability to predict the future.

but.

How could a chaste priest of Wisdom devote herself to another god?

Cassandra declined.

However, the divine power given cannot be recovered.

So the angry sun god cursed her, so that the world would never believe her prophecy.

Later, a war broke out in her city.

She foresaw every step of the war, every scheme of the enemy general, and predicted that her city would be destroyed in this war.

But no one believed her.

She ran on the road almost crazily, grabbed everyone she saw, and told her prophecy time and time again.

——You can’t welcome the enemy’s wooden horse into the city, it will bring destruction to the city.

Her feet were worn out, her voice was hoarse, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were disheveled.

But her running around to tell her was in vain.

Her respected parents, elder brother, her friends, teachers...

No one believed her.

The most outstanding prophet in the world was ruthlessly cast aside and abandoned in a corner of the city.

The greatest tragedy of a wise man is not failure or death.

Rather, it is necessary to soberly go to death under the control of a group of ignorant people.

Cassandra looked up sadly at the overcast sky.

There is no light in the gaps in the thick clouds.

In the bleak cloud, the wind roared.

The sea of ​​fire burns the ancient city, the color of blood.

The sad prophet is lost in the ignorant flow of people.

The horn of resoluteness tore the sky of dawn.

The solemn and solemn statue in the temple shed tears under the light of the raging fire.

Cassandra staggered through the city.

She saw her friend stabbed through the chest by an enemy's blade.

She saw her sister, a fellow priest, felled at the feet of the statue of the Goddess of Wisdom.

She saw her father sentenced to be chained and stoned to death.

She saw her mother and elder brother being hacked to death by the enemies who broke through the city gate.

Thick smoke billowed from the burnt city.

The captured citizens hugged and wept.

Cassandra's heart gradually broke.

She was dragged to the statue of the goddess of wisdom, and the enemy general beheaded her.