Ark of the Immortal

After all, the entire hull is too big, and after tens of thousands of years of sedimentation, the Alk has almost become a breeding nest for heirs.

It took everyone almost a whole day just to clean the first layer, not to mention the deeper and larger layers below.

After Kelsey closed the passage linking the levels, she simply arranged for everyone to have their own rooms in the cabin on the first floor.

Two people share a room, and special people have a separate room.

The purpose is to have a good rest without accumulating too much mental stress during this deep-sea voyage.

In fact, most people have never seen many things on the ship. Most of the fellow travelers were aroused with strong interest at the first sight of the books and decorations.

There are very few people like Greyhound who are not interested in anything.

It is precisely because of this that Greyhound becomes the misfit.

Dinner starts at six o'clock. I'm a little hungry. Do you want to go to the cafeteria together?

Scout leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for a while, then got out of bed, put on his shoes, and extended an invitation to Greyhound.

No need, the food prepared by the chef sent by Rhode Island this time has left me with no appetite. Let's talk about it later. I'll go over when I'm hungry.

Greyhound stared at the bookcase in front of him and declined Scout's invitation. He really had no intention of eating.

Are you still so picky?

Scout raised an eyebrow.

It's a good thing you haven't been on the island in the past few years. If you tasted the healthy meals made by that person, you would probably be able to eat anything.

The gray dog ​​only felt a little cold on his body. From the tone of Scout's words, he knew that it was definitely not a wonderful memory.

Then I'll give it a try when I get the chance. Remember to reimburse me for medical expenses!

Greyhound reluctantly cheered up and joked with Scout.

Scout saw that the greyhound had gained some energy and left the room with relief.

The canteen was also made by people from the Rhode Island operator group who followed everyone to Iberia.

Although he is said to be a chef, I heard that the chef is also quite accomplished in ingredients science. It can be said that Rhode Island is full of talents.

After Scout left the room, Greyhound felt that time passed even slower.

Without someone to talk to, Greyhound could hardly even notice the passage of time on him.

He tried to close his eyes and rest in bed to pass this unbearable time. But when he opened it again, he looked at the terminal connected to the Alk next to him.

Six and three.

The greyhound sighed, sat up from the bed and scratched his head.

This feeling, I originally thought that time would pass faster, but I feel that time is getting slower and slower.

Really unable to bear such loneliness, Greyhound also got out of bed, put on his shoes, and planned to go to the cafeteria.

When Greyhound came to the cafeteria, it was already full of people.

Seeing so many living people appearing in front of him, the weird feeling in Greyhound's heart finally dissipated a little.

Scout was already sitting with Logos and some Rhode Island operators. While they were eating, they were exchanging their findings on the ship in the past few days.

For them, the Alk is definitely a treasure, and these Rhode Island operators can't wait to unload everything on the Alk and move it back.

It's a pity that Kelsey gave a death order to read through the books and materials on the Alk. But no one is allowed to damage the facilities on the Alk. Not even for simple disassembly for research.

In Kelsey's words, everything here is unknown to us, and rash transformation or research will only make us suffer under unknown circumstances.

Today's recipe is a quintessential Victorian dish.

Beans, fried fish, and various sauces that I don’t know how to mix.

To be honest, being able to cook and eat in a place like this is already great. But when the greyhound saw the fish, he still felt a little physically nauseous.

After all, some time ago, he just drank the soup made for him by an unscrupulous man, which allowed him to enter dreamland.

The raw materials of those soups are all kinds of things in the sea.

To put it nicely, Haiji is also considered seafood.

Please give me a little more sweet and sour sauce, thank you.

After coming over there carrying the iron plate, Greyhound found a familiar figure among the crowd.

W.

She seemed isolated, with no one sitting next to her.

However, Greyhound has seen this situation many times in the past few days.

Originally, Kelsey wanted to arrange for W to rest together with a certain Rhode Island operator.

But not only was the Rhode Island operator a bit resistant, W was also unwilling to stay with others.

Finally, Laurentina asked if she wanted to share a room with her. After all, there are three of them. If they are not separated by one person, then three people in a room will still be a bit crowded.

And no one wants to deal with the Deep Sea Hunters. Skadi has already explained the dangers of the Deep Sea Hunters.

In a sense, the current W is similar to the Deep Sea Hunter.

But after thinking for a while, W still rejected Laurentina's invitation.

But she said that she was not disgusted with Laurentina, but that she was used to living alone and it was inconvenient to cause trouble to Laurentina.

So in Laurentina's somewhat regretful eyes, W moved into the room alone.

In the following days, Greyhound only saw her in the cafeteria.

Yo.

Greyhound carried his plate and came to sit next to W, then patted her shoulder.

W paused for a moment before cutting off the fried fish, and responded without raising his head.

Um.

Greyhound threw the plate in his hand on the table, then picked up the knife and fork, and casually picked at the fried beans in front of him.

Seeing these things, he really had no appetite.

But the W in front of me didn't seem to think so.

W's hands were quick with the knife and fork, and a piece of fried fish couldn't last more than a minute in front of her.

The sauce on the side for dipping is almost finished.

It's very fast to eat.

Greyhound said listlessly, then he also picked up a piece of beans, dipped it in the sauce next to it, and brought it to his mouth.

W raised his eyes and glanced at the greyhound.

You hungry?

I'm almost sprouting. I'm starving.

Greyhound chewed the beans in his mouth. The beans, which were originally covered in sweet and sour sauce, were as hard to chew as wood in his mouth.

Although the layer of sauce on the outside provides him with a brief sweetness. But the astringent taste of beans that followed brought him back to reality.

I'm starting to understand now why people like to eat sweets when they're feeling sad.

Are you feeling bad?

W asked again.

Scout won't talk to you? He should be pretty easy to get along with.

Indeed, after all, we are old acquaintances. But he can't resist my indiscriminate bombardment.

Greyhounds are very self-aware.

During this time, I felt a little nervous myself, as if the world had slowed down before my eyes.

In my perception, we should have been sailing for a long time, not just this little time.

What's today's date?

After Gray Dog spoke for a long time, he asked W the same question again.

W stopped chewing the fried fish, raised her head and rolled her eyes at Greyhound.

Then he reached out his hand, took out the terminal, swiped the screen twice, and showed it to Greyhound.

Today is the fourth day since our voyage, and it is now 6:18 pm Terra time.

W put the screen in front of Greyhound, as if to open his eyes so that he could see clearly.

Did you see it? Take a closer look. Also, don't you have a terminal yourself? You asked me the same question during lunch.

Greyhound looked at the screen W handed over blankly, and then pushed it back.

The beans in his mouth became more and more boring, and he even felt that the beans slowly oozed out the flavor of the Patch soup he had drank before.

I know, I know.

Greyhound sighed, cut off a piece of fried fish, dipped it in the sweet and sour sauce on the side, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although it is fried fish, the chef is still very skillful when frying it.

The tenderness and crispness are preserved in this piece of fried fish, and the flavor enhancement brought by the sweet and sour sauce also makes the Greyhound feel a short-term happiness.

I have to say that this chef's method of frying fried fish is quite good.

Speaking of which, have you seen my eldest brother in the past few days?

Greyhound asked casually.

Um?

W looked up at Greyhound with a puzzled expression.

He's just an immortal, my eldest brother. It's been several days since I've seen him, and I always feel a little weird about him since I haven't seen him.

Greyhound cut off another piece of fried fish and put it in his mouth.

W thought for a while, and she shook her head.

No, Mister Immortal doesn't need to eat? Anyway, I've never seen him eat. The same goes for that lady. They don't seem to need food.

This is... I guess I am enjoying a rare quiet time and resting my mind.

W didn't pay much attention to the undead people. After finishing everything on the plate, he stood up with the plate in hand.

I'm done eating. Let's go back to the room first. Come on and eat.

Tsk.

Greyhound didn't say anything, sighed, nodded, and then stood up holding his own iron plate.

He really has no appetite.

W happened to be passing by Greyhound, and Greyhound stood up. Neither of them noticed, and knocked W to the side.

The knife and fork on W's plate flew into the sky, and people around him exclaimed.

The knife spun in the air for a while, and then fell straight down. The slightly sharp blade hit the wooden floor, and then lay flat on the ground quietly.

What are you doing!

W glared at Greyhound.

Greyhound quickly apologized.

Sorry, I didn't pay attention to your position just now.

Fortunately, what I ate today was fried fish. If it was something with soup, it would have fallen on the wooden floor of the cafeteria.

Be careful. You've been in a bad state lately. It's better to rest early.

W also knew that Greyhound was not in a good state of mind these days, and his tone gradually changed from fierce to calm.

Thanks.

Greyhound lowered his head, picked up the knife and fork that fell on the ground, and put it back on W's plate.

Watching her put the plate in the recycling bin next to her and leave the canteen, Greyhound sat down again.

As he sat down, though, he glanced down at the floor.