My Heroic Life

"I want to go back, Joan, can you fall asleep by yourself?"

"Well, I'm almost used to it."

Joan replied with a little embarrassment under the question like caring for a child, Roland nodded when he heard the words, and gently closed his eyes.

Thousands of miles away in the suburbs of Paris, the long-haired young man opened his eyes. He raised his wrist and said, "Da Vinci, help me check things."

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In the cabin after midnight, the young man slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the corner in front of him, then turned to look at the sleeping Joan.

Roland landed lightly on the ground and left the room without waking Joan. He hesitated for a while in the corridor and walked towards the lower deck to the cargo hold on the ground floor. He opened the door with magic, and the young man stroked the pile of hills. The fierce bones, ghost lanterns and other materials look gloomy.

After a long time, he left the warehouse one floor after another and walked onto the deck. It was just after midnight that the darkness was thick, and the dim light on the fog-filled deck was bright, and the pink-haired beauty with rum in hand was standing alone in front of the golden rudder. drink.

"Good evening, Drake."

"Huh? Lan, you still stay up so late? Even if you come to the deck in this kind of weather, you can't appreciate the moonlight."

Drake looked back at Roland who was coming and said with a smile, but Roland did not have the usual smile at this time.

"Captain Drake is the one who is at the helm personally so late?"

"Haha, I am a heroic spirit, not to the point where I need to rest every day."

"Really." Roland looked at the dark sea in front of him for a moment of silence, and then said:

"So, can you change the route back? Drake."

Chapter 51 The Sad Truth

Under the dim light, the long-haired young man and the pink-haired woman stood side by side. He looked at the dark and endless sea in silence, while Drake was stiff beside him.

"Haha, what did you say suddenly? Didn't the route just adjust at night?"

Drake took a sip of rum and said with a smile, Roland didn't refute it, he just said indifferently:

"In this sea where there is no reference and the compass and other pointing devices are malfunctioning, you can hardly feel the fine adjustment of the ship's direction on the ship, not to mention the Golden Deer is still your treasure, but you may not have thought of one thing, that is For some reason, one person on the boat floats in the air while sleeping."

"!"

Drake’s eyes widened uncontrollably for an instant, and Roland continued: “Because I don’t want to face the bed to make Joan of Arc uncomfortable, I always use magic to fix the position and face the wall specifically every time I sleep, but When you wake up, you always find that the direction you are facing has changed. The Golden Deer is your treasure. It is impossible to go wrong, so it is only possible that you have adjusted your direction a little bit at night."

He looked at Drake with a stiff complexion and asked: "The words in the morning are also deceptive, the target did not move, it was us who moved."

"Hey, I have no reason to do this. Maybe it's because I drank too much and didn't notice the course deviation. Aren't we adjusting every morning?"

"No reason?"

Roland stared at Drake expressionlessly and said: "In fact, I was a little surprised at the beginning. You are different from Joan. Why did you guys who have been trapped for nearly ten days have such a lack of information? There is no new information."

"The strength of the above heroic spirit should be enough for ten days to figure out the situation in the demon realm. Not only that, after we arrived, you did not intend to pay attention to the external rescue situation, and even live in the demon realm as usual."

"At first I thought you guys who licked the blood with the knife head were like this by nature, but then I gradually discovered that you actually stabilized their emotions and eased everyone's tension. Many things are very presumed if you don't want to leave here. It's easy to explain."

Roland faced Drake, who was still smiling and drinking, "For example, the number of encounters with the ghost ship in the past few days, several times a day is really too high. Is this because of your extraordinary luck?"

"Because of me? Ha, maybe it is true, but as a pirate, what's wrong with me like ghost ships carrying treasures?"

"Treasure? Huh..."

Roland turned his head and looked at the closed door in the captain's room: "Drake, you really like treasure, but you are not a greedy person. You spend money like the earth, just for the happiness of that moment, but now you have gold coins in the captain's room. It's already full, and people are even more in danger. How can you crave for wealth infinitely like a greedy ghost?"

"What you really want is an obstacle, an obstacle that disrupts the navigation of the Golden Deer."

"...That's the end of the cranky thinking, I have no reason to miss here at all."

"No, you have a reason. That is the truth on this ship." Roland looked at Drake sadly and said, "Apart from us on the Golden Deer, you are the only living person, Drake."

"!"

The pink-haired woman froze in Roland's words, and then forced a smile and said loudly:

"Hahaha, what are you saying stupid, Jason and the others are alive and well? Didn't you wake up?"

"Indeed, I didn't notice it at first, just found a few strange phenomena."

Roland said in a low voice: "During a banquet or eating, the concentration of magic power on the boat will always be strangely reduced. The crew members who have powerful curses, such as fierce bones and ghosts, directly touch them with their hands and are safe."

"Now I finally know the reason, because Jason and they are all living dead."

"..."

Roland looked at Drake, who bowed his head slightly and said: "This is a monster that may be formed when an instant death caused by magical powers. They often don't realize their death immediately, but live like ordinary people for a period of time. It will be demonized after a certain critical point."

"The living dead are dead. They are actually similar to me when they eat. They will burn most of the food in the body with magic fire, so every time everyone eats, the concentration of nearby magic power will decrease, such as cursed items such as fierce bones. It's not that the quality has been reduced, but that their curse resistance has improved, so they can touch them at will."

"The time of their death is the collective coma at the beginning of the disaster. In fact, only you survived at that time, and they did not know the fact that they were dead under your concealment..."

"If you have nothing to say, just stop here, okay?"

Drake raised his head and said angrily like a trapped beast: "You are a guess without evidence? They are all dead? Ha, I think there is a problem with your brain, right?"

"Drake." Roland looked at the pink-haired woman who kept pouring wine into her mouth and sighed: "I was thrown out of the hull during the fight today."

"!"

As soon as Roland spoke, Drake's eyes widened suddenly, and he could no longer say anything to refute.

"I was a long distance away from the hull, so I see, the outside is completely covered by a dead sea, and this thick fog is very familiar to me."

The young man looked at the fog of death that was almost the same as the underworld of Haim, and said lightly:

"The reason you don't leave here is that only under the dual effects of this special environment and your treasures can they neither rot nor demonize, but maintain this fragile balance."

After Roland said these words, she stopped speaking, and Drake beside her was standing in front of the golden rudder as if she had lost her soul. After a long time, she took another sip of wine.

"Heh, you guy is really too keen, obviously Joan of Arc is very easy to deceive."

"She's just not very good at suspecting friendly forces."

"Are you friendly? You still believe me now."

"You are not malicious to us, I still know that."

"Forget it, I don't want to make a fool of myself anymore." Drake took a sip and said, "I will sail the boat and take you to the island of your destination. Correspondingly, keep your mouth tight. how is it?"

"...Aren't you leaving with us?"