Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

"The Four Seas Alliance?"

The thin young man blinked blankly.

Rowan patted him on the shoulder and gestured, "Let's go to the side and talk?"

The thin young man was very hesitant, pointed to his stall and said, "But I still want to sell books..."

Luo Wen said, "I bought it all, how about it?"

"no!"

The skinny young man's tone suddenly became excited, and he hesitantly said: "These are all left by the teacher, I... I don't want to sell them, but everyone has nothing to eat, I..."

The young man seemed very unaccustomed to talking so much to others in one breath, dancing and blushing.

Obviously, he didn't want to sell those books at all, but because of the shortage of food, he had to sell them.

Rowan twitched his fingers, helped the skinny young man organize the stall with a fine grit thread, and then put the package on the back of the young man.

"Come with me, I'll take care of the food."

Having said that, Rowan turned around and left.

The thin young man looked at Rowan's back, hesitated again and again, thinking that the other party had promised to solve the food problem, he gritted his teeth and followed in Rowan's footsteps.

…

The three walked together and came to the seaside not far from the market.

There are not many people here, and it is relatively convenient to speak.

Rowan was chatting with the thin young man, but Crocodile noticed that for the third time, the mysterious lanky black shadow appeared on the roof in the distance.

The man leaned against the beam and folded his hands on his chest, as if to observe when Rowan and Crocodile would discover his existence.

I have seen you!

Crocodile sighed inwardly and turned to Rowan.

Rowan, as always, chose to ignore it.

At this moment, he is having a good conversation with the young man.

Most of the people in the sky are simple and hospitable in nature, and Rowan gave the young man a very friendly feeling, so the young man gradually let go of his guard.

"My name is Habu, I'm not a meteorologist, my teacher is."

Habu introduced his origins to the two Qinghai people.

"My teacher and I usually live on a small island. The teacher is responsible for studying the weather and writing books. He is mainly responsible for taking care of him, occasionally reading books and taking notes on books."

"I didn't mean to write something in the book!"

Habu emphasized: "Sometimes the teacher writes so fast that he forgets what he has written, so I have to mark it clearly so that the teacher can understand it."

Rowan asked, "Where's your teacher?"

"It disappeared four years ago."

Habu scratched his head and recalled: "He suddenly asked me several questions in the book that night. I remember that I clearly marked it, but the teacher said I didn't mark it, so I told me what I marked in my impression. The teacher listened."

"The teacher nodded, and said everything is left to you. He is going to investigate some things, and then disappears the next day."

Hearing this, Rowan and Crocodile looked at each other.

Crocodile: "See what I do?"

Rowan: "Well, I just feel that I should give some reaction at this time."

"Boring, I'm not interested!" Crocodile snorted coldly and turned his head to the side.

On the other side, Habu seemed to suddenly think of something, "That's right, there are many books left by the teacher that have not been written yet. I thought about it and thought that the teacher forgot again, so I finished it for him!"

As soon as these words came out, both Rowan and Crocodile couldn't help but squinted slightly.

"He finished writing it for him" - those are just a few short, but not simple words.

Harb's book, Crocodile just looked through it, and knew that it was indeed very complicated meteorological knowledge.

To be able to complete a meteorological work of this level shows that Habu's meteorological attainments are absolutely no less than the "teacher" he calls him!

But this young man who is not good at contacting people seems to be unaware of this.

"By the way, two gentlemen from Qinghai, have you met my teacher?"

As Habu spoke, he took out a portrait. It was a little old woman, hunched over with a kind smile on her face.

Rowan and Crocodile both shook their heads, they had never seen the man.

"Ah, where did the teacher go!"

Habu lowered his arms and sighed, "I've asked about Sky Island, even Bika, but there is no clue from the teacher."

"Maybe they went to Qinghai?"

Habu speculated to himself: "But Qinghai is so big, there are so many people, I can't ask..."

Rowan continued to read Habu's book, and while flipping, he explained the Four Seas Alliance to Habu with a smile.

Crocodile has heard those words many times, and they all mean the same thing, so I am too lazy to listen to them again.

However, this is the first time Hubb has heard such an idea.

He did not care about the huge commercial benefits that the fixed route would bring after the establishment of the Four Seas Alliance, but focused on the level of information exchange.

"If I can travel freely on the sea, will I be able to find a teacher soon?"

Habu's eyes began to light up.

"I haven't read my teacher's new book for a long time, so I can only write it myself, but reading my own book is so boring..."

Such an astonishing fact was said in an understatement by Habu, which made Crocodile a little surprised.

He laughed a few times, and suddenly asked Habu, "Are books useful?"

"Um?"

Habu was taken aback.

Crocodile pointed to Habu's stomach, "It's just useless paper. No matter how many books you've read and written, when you're hungry, you still can't get half a fish, right?"

Hearing this, Habu scratched his head, not knowing how to answer for a while.

However, just when Crocodile felt that Habu was speechless, UU read www.uukanshu. com Habu suddenly said:

"No, that's not right."

"Why not?"

"The teacher said that books can fill you up." Habu said seriously.

Crocodile smiled and said, "How to eat?"

"Here." Habu pointed to his head, "The teacher said that books can fill you up here."

Crocodileton stayed, and didn't ask any further questions, because it was no longer necessary.

After all, what they said was not a problem at all!

Luo Wen laughed softly and said, "Books, no matter whether knowledge or culture is written on them, are always just a combination of paper, ink, and threads."

"Cannonballs can smash book covers, fire can burn pages, but that's just destroying the carrier."

Rowan closed the book, handed it back to Habu, and grinned:

"Food can maintain the existence of your body."

"And what the book carries is the soul."

"When the soul and the body come together, they are 'people'."

…

The conversation continues.

Hubb is very interested in the Four Seas Alliance, because it sounds like it can help him find his teacher as soon as possible.

"If Sky Island can really connect with Qinghai, that's really exciting!"

But Hubb still needs Rowan's help, and that is to get enough food first.

Not for him, but for the children who stayed in his tent.

Rowan was thinking about how to fish.

Crocodile's eyes moved slightly, and he turned to look at the distant roof.

The dark shadow from before is still looking at them!

Is he watching?

Yes, he is watching.