Quenched long order

Chapter 96 Freshmen
At night, it was as dark as ink, as if even the stars had lost their brilliance.

According to the legends of mystics and psychic stone scholars, the travelers from the Kingdom of Grays can only be seen at dusk when the sun has not yet set and the moon has not yet risen. According to the time of meeting, plus the time of later excavation, they can just match up. This means that the legends of travelers from the Kingdom of Grays, at least in terms of time, are more accurate.

Saul floated on the surface of the sea, using air perception to observe the surroundings, trying to find floating objects to cling to. Now he is exhausted and tired, with injuries that have not fully healed on his body, and it is difficult to sustain floating on the sea for too long.

Fortunately, as the traveler from the Kingdom of Ashes said, some cargo on the wrecked cargo ship floated near Stuart Island, and a floating wooden box appeared within the range of air perception.

Sauerma swam over to the wooden box and quickly climbed onto the floating wooden box. After that, he panted slightly and lay down on the wooden box, trying to keep his balance.

He wasn't worried about just a wooden box.

The ability to perceive the air was still searching, and he found another wooden box. He spent a little time rushing over to get another wooden box, and then made air tools to temporarily splice the wooden boxes together. It just so happened that he found some ropes in another wooden box.

Time passed by, and he kept repeating the process, waiting for the right float to arrive, and then tying it together.

After a lot of tossing, the spliced ​​wooden boxes and planks formed an uneven raft, which was uncomfortable to lie on, but considering that it was on a deserted sea, I couldn't ask for too much.

Saul looked at the dark sky, and before his eyes, the last image in Mutated Garland's memory emerged. He stretched out his right hand, and slowly grabbed it forward, as if he wanted to catch everything in front of him, and seemed to want to catch those dreamlike bubbles.

The memories of waking up resurfaced in my mind one by one. Every picture of the memory seemed to have passed away. The scene in front of Kerry's tomb was firmly engraved in my mind.

He doesn't know who he is, he only knows that he is himself.

If you neither know the past nor see through the future, then your feet are the starting point.

After the gray country traveler left, he pleasantly told the other two about the escape route. However, in the memory of the mutant Garland, these words turned into pure, vicious curses without any reason.

"monster……"

"leave me alone……"

"I should have killed you..."

"Why don't you die..."

Such unbearable words.

After losing the help of Mrs. Gold, the painful and distorted world finally completely crushed the mutant Garland, or in other words, the mutant Garland finally merged into this twisted and crazy world.

What follows is the darkest hour.

The funny thing is, in the eyes of Mutant Garland, this process full of killings is the most exhilarating process, as if the entire mine, everyone is cheering for him, cheering for him.

Until... the distorted world gradually turned gray, a dead silent world, like those peeling paint walls, with the passing of sentimental years. At this time, everything before has completely changed its appearance, no longer aggressive, like an old man who is dying. At this moment of aging, the end of the world seems to have finally come.

As if it was a flashback before death, the mutated Garland finally regained his brief sobriety at this moment.

The light also dissipates.

"It's better... never found out..." Sauer clenched his right hand tightly, as if he wanted to grasp the time between his fingers, grasp this last fragment, and as the flame lit up in his memory, he saw that the light burst out from his body, like gorgeous fireworks.

Seeing this scene, he also exhaled the sullen breath in his heart, his heart contracted unsteadily, and then returned to normal.

The road, after all, still has to go on.

The memory belonging to the mutant Garland completely disappeared.

Saul waited for a long time, but the memory of the mutated Garland never reappeared. He opened his sore right hand, let the sea breeze blow by, let time pass through his fingers, and brought this memory to the far away, just like what Garland said when he buried Kerry.

"Leave Stewart Island, go where you want to go, do what you want to do, and remember, never come back."

"You too, Garland."

The sea breeze blew gently, and the long-lost feeling of fatigue and drowsiness came to my heart, and Saul fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he saw himself standing on the pier of Stewart Island, the sky was blue, and seagulls were flying around, just like that peaceful afternoon, standing beside him were Garland, Kerry, and Regis. The four of them had put on high-end clothes on the street. Everyone’s faces were full of vigor, and even a little bit of complacency, as if a bright future was waving to them, and the debts belonging to the miners had naturally been paid off early.

Among the large amount of luggage carried by the four of them is hidden gold without curses, pure gold, wealth and treasure.

Of course, a lot of people have to be bribed along the way to get off the island, but it's all worth it.

The mystic Natalie was wearing her purple robe, standing not far from the four of them, sizing up the four of them with a pair of beautiful eyes, and when they saw her, she winked at the four of them.

Behind her, the same luggage was piled up, and the process of the four of them handling the gold was also thanks to her help.

In the dream, the four of them performed their duties. Garland and Saul were in charge of digging and smuggling. Regis also played his own role. With his contacts on the island and his familiarity with the trading market, he continued to legalize the currency exchanged for gold. Kerry was responsible for other daily aspects and replaced him in emergencies.

A wonderful dream.

There are no curses and blessings that belong to disasters, only an adventure story about a group of people discovering a gold mine and getting rich from it.

Naturally... without him...

As the cargo ship resembling the Stewart sailed away from the port, Saul felt his whole body fly up at the same time. He stood at a high altitude, overlooking the island under his feet, and then continued to rise.

Dreams are fleeting.

Saul opened his eyes and saw a piece of blue sky, the sky was already bright, the sun was hanging high above his head, and the time seemed to be close to noon.

He turned his head and saw that Stewart Island had disappeared, and he seemed to have drifted far away with the ocean current for a little more than a night.

Since he had nothing to do, he checked all the wooden boxes under him, and found some bacon and some cloth inside. Besides, he also found a small amount of currency among some blurred letters.

The currency is not the special paper currency of Stewart Island, but the general gold and silver coins.

On the front of the gold coin is a side-faced skull. The skull on the top of the head continues to extend backwards until it becomes a decorative feather. There is a wide disc pattern on the ear of the skull, and bone-like wings on the neck.

On the back is a portrait of a queen wearing a crown. The queen is staring ahead with her right hand outstretched, full of a sense of holiness.

The pattern on the front and back of silver coins is the same as that of gold coins, but the details are much worse, not as detailed as gold coins.

Sauer carefully counted the gold and silver coins in his hand, there was 1 gold coin and 8 silver coins in total, at least he is not penniless now.

(End of this chapter)