Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

"I have it. Do you want to see it? There is a space inside this sword to store items. You just need to reach in and say the name of the item, and it will immediately appear in your hand."

Astelan once again performed an inductive act. Or rather, every word she said had a similar nature, hoping that the contractor would obey her and act accordingly.

A weapon suspected of being a PUA weapon is really scary.

"Is it too late to throw you away now?"

Feng Qingyu made a move as if to throw the sword into the sea through the porthole.

"Sooner or later, something will go wrong if I stay with you. I am now afraid that I will become dead or crazy like other members of the family."

"Throw it away, and I will appear in your bed the next day. Don't underestimate the power of the contract. The contract will remain in effect unless you die or I die. Or, you can find a way to break the Originium technique attached to this sword."

The mocking voice of the Agor girl was annoying. Feng Qingyu didn't want to continue arguing with her, so he threw the sword into the corner of the cab and used the driving skills he obtained through improper means to skillfully operate the control panel of the Wise Man, setting the night automatic navigation mode and the safe driving mode to avoid reefs.

Although the ship was a product of sixty years ago and its level of advancement is almost the same as today's water vehicles, the water vehicles of some countries cannot be compared with its level of advancement.

In a sense, the Wise Man can be considered a fragment of the Golden Age, and is of the same lineage as the Fool.

All of this came from that sword - the only sword in Terra, a sword with self-awareness, in which the soul of a sacrificed girl was imprisoned.

She fell into the same contradictory mood that all past owners would have experienced.

Should I continue using it or ignore it?

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the cab door, cutting off her thoughts.

"Please come in."

Feng Qingyu pretended not to be thinking about anything and concentrated on driving the boat.

A black and white figure appeared behind the door, along with a round pancake-shaped mechanical device that looked like a sweeping robot. The round pancake was Agor's cleaning tool assistant. Now three assistants were working at the same time, efficiently cleaning the moss and residual traces on the ship without wasting energy.

People on land cannot imagine their working efficiency. When Feng Qingyu saw them for the first time, he was shocked by their convenience.

The little helper Ghost Shark "walked" by and went into the place where there were supplies to continue cleaning. The sound of precision mechanical equipment working was relatively small compared to large equipment, and from time to time you could hear the sound of gears turning and the ticking of the mechanical group working.

The first thing that caught my eye was Ghost Shark's black tights.

This beautiful deep-sea hunter has a special liking for black tights, which are a versatile color and look particularly sexy when worn on the legs. They not only highlight the curves of the legs, but also create a hazy and ambiguous atmosphere.

It’s a pity that I’ve never seen Kal’tsit wearing black stockings, that scene would have been particularly alluring.

Looking at the beautiful legs of the ghost shark, Feng Qingyu thought of the white-haired and cold old Film. The damn divergent thinking was always at work all the time, making her imagine a lot.

"Hei Yu, are you worried?"

"Have it?"

Feng Qingyu didn't feel that she had written all her distress on her face. She thought she was good at hiding her emotions. Even the ghost shark, whose mind was sometimes clear and sometimes confused, could see what was on her mind, proving that this hiding skill was ineffective.

Or maybe, there was something really wrong with her condition, but she just didn't realize it.

"You looked bad since you came ashore. Skadi and Goladia noticed it. Is it the noise in the sea that is bothering you?"

"a little bit."

"Poor child, do you want me to sing a song for you? Recently, I often think of the songs I heard in Agor, although they are all incomplete fragments. If you want, I am willing to sing for you. We all need to stay awake on this land to prepare for the threats from the ocean at any time."

"Then please."

The deep-sea hunter's guess was not biased. Feng Qingyu did have a vague sense of impatience in her heart. This impatience filled every drop of her blood and was a thousand times more annoying than those strange sounds in the sea. For a moment, she didn't know whether the magic sword took away her stable mentality or her normal mental state.

She only knew that this was not going to work, as the end of the road was an abyss deeper than the ocean trench.

The Agor embraced me with her soft, boneless body, and her strong feminine features touched my back, bringing a comfortable coolness. The salty sea breeze, carrying a few strands of dry and hot air, blew in from the porthole. The ghost shark's embrace dispelled the dryness and heat, turning the discomfort into comfort.

The soft white hair scratched the back, shoulders and cheeks, bringing a few light scents. There was no trace of the ocean on the ghost shark - no annoying smell of sea water, nor the disgusting smell of corruption in the sea.

The thin pink lips opened and hummed a sad and beautiful song.

When she prays

The stars stopped twinkling

When she cries

Smile at night

When she lamented

The pain spread in her madness

……

Feng Qingyu should not have been able to understand this song because the language of the song is Algol. Few people on the mainland can speak Algol, unless they are people like Kal'tsit who specially take the time to learn it.

Now, she found that she didn't need to study and understood the meaning of the song naturally.

The content of the song does not express a positive attitude towards life, but rather a poor woman who is abandoned and oppressed by the world. As long as she wants to do something, the world will always be against her.

This song seems to be closely related to Ghost Shark's personal experience. Through this song, she describes her own experiences and forces herself to recall the bad past.

"It's better not to sing it. The content of this song is not suitable for listening to now."

"Don't you like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but I always feel that listening to your song makes me more irritated. I'm not targeting you, it's the content of the song, it seems to have some strange magic. I don't know if you have heard of a Leitania song called "Gray Saturday". After the song was completed, the composer committed suicide for inexplicable reasons. People who have listened to this song have also ended their lives one after another. So..."

When the ghost shark sang that song, Feng Qingyu would have the illusion of being dragged into the deep sea by countless sea creatures.

Deep blue tentacles swayed before my eyes, just like the gray-white seaweed and the tentacles of the road-shapers on the seafloor. The more I listened, the more tentacles entangled me, and the harder it was to breathe. The seawater flooded up from my feet, quickly submerging the cabin, and then reaching my waist, and then my chest...

"Well--"

When I came back to my senses, nothing happened.

There is no sea water, no tentacles, no road-shapers, and no seaweed.

If Extra: If Feng Qingyu is in the East

In the wilderness near the border between Yan Country and Dong Country, at night.

It was a clear night with a few sparse stars scattered in the corners of the night sky, emitting a faint light. There were no towns or even villages around, and the nearest village was dozens of kilometers away on foot.

The tired travelers gave up the idea of ​​continuing to walk and set up camp on the spot.

The dry wood crackled in the flames, and orange-red sparks popped out from the gaps between the wood, flying into the surrounding void and merging with the sand on the ground.

Two travelers from the East, or monks to be exact, one of them sat cross-legged beside the fire, heating up a cold rice ball on the fire, with a serious expression and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled.

Flames danced in his blue eyes.

The person who baked the rice balls was a native of the East, but his race was a dragon, which was only found in Yan Country. The dragon girl had long white hair and a graceful figure, and her horns and tail were the opposite of her hair color, they were all black.

Such a special combination is rare, so she is the focus of attention wherever she goes.

Of course, I don’t care about this at all. It’s not that I have a good attitude, but I’m just indifferent.

Sitting opposite the Dragon Girl was a girl named Pero with a princess cut hairstyle. Her hair was waist-length black and the ends of her hair were neatly trimmed, as were the parts around her cheeks. It was a typical Eastern style.

There is a light red mark between her eyebrows, which looks like the "く (ku)" in Eastern Korean.

Pero supported his face with his left hand, his right cheek puffed up, and he sighed from time to time, his eyes wandering over his companions.

"I say, you should calm down, right?"

The energetic and resonant voice echoed in the empty wilderness. The white-haired dragon girl seemed not to hear it. She picked up the rice ball with wooden chopsticks and took a bite. She frowned and continued to heat it on the fire.

To be exact, the black-haired Pero's voice was a bit harsh, which made the dragon girl feel uncomfortable. The other party did not get a response, and like a moth flying into the fire, he continued to attack tirelessly.

"Junior sister, sisters shouldn't hold grudges overnight."

"..."

The dragon girl, who was called Junior Sister, didn't even raise her head, her eyes focused on the fire. Pero looked at Junior Sister twice but found nothing, and became more and more anxious, thinking that he might have to do something violent.

Just like usual, daily practice between the two of them.

Every time the junior sister gets angry, she, as the senior sister, will take the initiative to apologize with practical actions. This special way of apologizing will make both of them feel comfortable.

Just as Pero was about to repeat the same trick, she was hit on the mouth with a "snap". The force was not too strong or too light, and although it was not enough to hurt her, her lips were a little numb.

Between her and her junior sister was an old folding fan.

A sandalwood folding fan, the aristocrat among sandalwood fans, its value is inestimable, and it is the most valuable thing on Junior Sister. The scent of sandalwood lingers on the tip of the nose.

"Senior Sister Saga, please stay away from me."

Pero, who was blocked, felt depressed when his name was called.

Once a junior sister calls you "Senior Sister Saga", it proves that the two of you are in a cold war. It doesn't matter if you call her Saga or Senior Sister, but you cannot call her Senior Sister Saga.

This is not respect, but a sign of alienation.

"Hey, Yuta, is that the right attitude for you to have towards your seniors?"

The reason for this situation was the afternoon route planning. This was the first time the two had a disagreement since they came down the mountain. Saga wanted to travel to Yan Country, and had been looking forward to stepping into that mysterious land before going down the mountain, but his junior sister Yuduo was particularly resistant to Yan Country and refused to go no matter what, claiming that "I would rather freeze to death in the snow of Ursus than live in the warm sun of Yan Country."

The taciturn junior sister has always been resistant to that vast country. Saga heard the reason from the abbot and wanted to help the not-so-lovely junior sister overcome her psychological barriers, so he specially chose this country as the first stop of his travels.

By the way, I have a little selfish thought. I heard that the pickled radish and fried tofu in Yan country style have a unique taste, and there are many ways to cook tofu.

Yan cuisine is profound and fascinating.

Junior sister Uta used harsh words to blame senior sister Saga for being short-sighted, having no ambition, and thinking only about eating and drinking all day long. Saga, in turn, blamed Uta for her dark personality and sharp tongue, which was why the fellow disciples in the temple did not like to get along with her.

The small disagreement gradually evolved into a confrontation similar to a personal attack. The two had a big argument on the road and didn't speak until just now.

Yuduo's character is indeed problematic. Although there are many dark girls in the East, it is rare to find one as dark as her. Girls try hard to hide their dark side, try to act sunny, blend into the crowd, and appear less unique.

Unlike those girls, Yuta not only doesn't think there is anything wrong with being gloomy, but also believes that there is no need to always act according to other people's wishes.

“People live for themselves, not for others. If you live in the evaluation of others, you are not yourself.”

She said so.

From childhood to adulthood, Yuda has never cared about other people's opinions, but this quarrel was particularly fierce. Saga bet that his words must have hurt his junior sister's self-esteem.

These two need to have a good talk.

Their eyes finally met. Uta took half of the heated rice ball and put it into Saga's bowl for begging. He was not interested in paying attention to his senior sister.

"Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping. Now is the time to eat."

"That's not cute..."

“Cuteness is just an abstract concept. It has no reality for me. Cuteness or not is of no help in achieving life goals and ideals. Therefore, cuteness is useless.”

"So annoying, stop with your boring and tedious remarks."

Saga's ups and downs of tone and Uta's cold attitude form a sharp contrast. Their personalities are also two extremes. Saga is enthusiastic and lively, and she is full of joy, while Uta always has an icy face and is lifeless. She doesn't have the vitality of a young girl at all. Even the abbot is a little more lively than her.

This cannot continue.

Biting off half of the rice ball, Saga chewed while thinking whether he could make peace with his relationship tonight. After all, tomorrow they would officially enter the territory of Yan Country and take the first step of their journey. If they didn't make a decision quickly, it would be bad for both of them.

"I just don't believe that you can keep quarreling with me, unless you don't want to do daily practice."

"Ah, that's okay, I can bear it. A cultivator needs to know how to be patient. I'm fine, don't worry about me, Senior Sister Saga. If I'm fine, I'm going to sleep now."

After eating the last bite of the rice ball, Uta spread the rolled straw mat on the ground, set up the tent, took off his clogs, lay down in it, and immediately closed his eyes.

Saga felt disappointed and the rice ball in his hand became tasteless. He forced himself to stuff it into his mouth while suppressing his displeasure, then lay down in the narrow tent.

The two stood back to back, speechless, and silence spread in the air.

In this situation, I had no choice but to sleep and wait until the next day. After a night, Junior Sister should have calmed down, Saga thought.

When you are undecided, go to sleep first.

The next morning, nine o'clock.

It was another commonplace morning. Saga woke up from his sleep and stretched himself in the narrow tent. Although the sunlight could not penetrate the thick canvas, the golden sand could be seen through the curtains and gaps.

The golden sand, like gold powder crushed by a machine, sparkles in the sun.

Beautiful day begins.

The seat next to him was empty, and Junior Sister Yuduo had already stood up. This was also a normal phenomenon. Since Yuduo could remember, he had been getting up very early every day and doing morning exercises in the courtyard with the abbot grandfather.

Sometimes they meditate, sometimes they chant scriptures, but mostly they exercise their physical fitness, such as doing horse stance while holding a pointed-bottom wooden bucket filled with water, standing on a plum blossom pole with one hand pushing forward for a stick of incense, and all kinds of training programs that seem strange to others but are very normal in the temple.

After all, the abbot's generation were all trained to be martial monks with excellent physical fitness. They were not ordinary monks who could only chant scriptures and say "Good" all the time. Therefore, every monk in the temple knew at least one martial art.