Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

Of course, since I know it well in my heart, there are some words that cannot be said by nobles. It will damage face, damage my image and family interests.

Tavernaar watched the group of people competing with each other, and felt that it was a good show.

She had secretly recorded everyone present, and was waiting to find someone to exchange for something good after returning to Zhidong.

Pan Fugui should be interested, right?

After all, the one who brought about all these changes and was collectively hated by these nobles is the "rich man" who is now vigorously developing industrialization and leading the establishment of a business alliance.

Tavernaer raised the corners of his lips vaguely, and got up from the chair without a sound.

She walked up to Ivan as if no one else was there, and looked in through the opened corner of the silk satin.

After seeing the true appearance of the things in the cage, the smile on Tavernall's face deepened.

Did you find this thing?

It's really... a lot of courage.

Tavenal took a few steps back, stood at the door and looked around at the group of excited people present, taking all the greed, hatred and ignorance on their faces into his eyes.

Should you be said to be clever speculators or arrogant gravediggers?

Chapter 152 Preparing for Secret Poking

After gaining a new understanding of the death-defying abilities of these little nobles, Tavenal resisted the urge to be amazed. At this moment, she really wanted to find a video recorder or something to record this educational scene for future use. Later generations appreciate.

It's a pity that the equipment I carry now is quite limited, and I don't have a camera or other methods to record it.

As for The Book of Narratives.There is no external playback function yet.

Constantly complaining in his heart to distract himself from the urge to take off the mask on the spot to surprise the group of people, Tavernal restrained himself to keep his emotional calm, got up and turned to the door.

There is no need for her to stay any longer.

When she saw the things in the cage clearly, the basic context of the whole thing had clearly appeared in her mind.

It's not just speculation, she already has enough samples in her memory for reference.

Like himself, the things in the cage come from outside Teyvat.

Of course, Tavernall only observed a part of the familiar aura. Although the remaining traits were pitiful, its unique part still showed the shadow of the source.

It is a small fragment that has been dispersed for billions of trillions of times, originating from a being called Idhra.

Through this, Tavernall is enough to judge what these nobles are doing in private.

The so-called baptism is nothing more than a sacrificial ceremony.

Although words such as sacrifices are always mentioned, people will inevitably think of dark spaces, bloody altars, fanatics talking about gods and gods, and unlucky sacrifices.

What Tavernall is trying to explain here is that this is not a stereotype.

Followers of Yidhra can obtain corresponding feedback by meeting the requirements of regular living sacrifices, such as making the land harvest, making livestock healthy, and so on.

It has to be said that, as the aristocrats of the large manor model who were unpretentious and practiced manual labor a few decades ago, this is not a loss at all.

Moreover, once a believer establishes contact with Yidhra, they will merge with Yidhra in a mystical sense and gain some special powers.

The price is to become one of Yidhra's distributed "bodies" in the world, and become very similar to Yidhra in terms of thinking and actions.

But for fanatics, it is hard to say whether that is the price.

Tavernaar glanced at the nine people present, including Ivan and his men, with a bit of inquiry in his eyes. .

According to the news from previous inquiries, this Ivan has undoubtedly accepted that "baptism" and has become an important speaker of the family.

It's just that Tavernar didn't see much of Yidhera's shadow from Ivan.

In this way, the integrity of the thing in the cage will be put into question.

Tavernaar didn't think it was Yidhra's hobby to look like this.

Thinking of the scene he just peeped in the open, Tavernaar couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

This is going to degenerate into a cell-biological hybrid, and it is estimated that it will not be able to connect to Yidhera's body at all.

In a sense, I have nothing to do with it.

The world of Teyvat is isolated from many things. So far, Tavernar is only a fragmented carrier with many memories, and his strength has been greatly weakened. Only the person and some mystic spells can be used.

When she came to the door, Tavernar silently drew an arc in the air, temporarily disrupting the perception of this area by other people in the room, and then she swaggered open the door and left.

Walking out of the room, the guard at the door has changed.

When the guard heard the door open, he subconsciously rolled his eyes to see who was coming out of the door.

But there was nothing between the opened door.

In his stunned wide eyes, the door opened without wind and closed without wind.

It was as if someone he couldn't see had pushed open the door.

The bodyguard swallowed, and the back of his neck felt a little cold.

Then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and the scene in front of him was shattered like a bubble. He opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep standing up at some point, and then he fell back and smashed against the wall behind him in a daze, and only then woke up. .

Touching the hot spot on the back of his head, the bodyguard couldn't help but recall that dream again.

As he recalled, he uncontrollably looked at the door next to him again.

It was tightly closed and stood there silently.

"It's just a dream, don't scare yourself..."

The bodyguard comforted himself, but his mentality was no longer as relaxed as before.

He began to look forward to the shift change in the second half of the night, and deeply felt how difficult every minute and every second was.

When the bodyguard's face turned pale and white, Tavernal had already strolled to the stairs at the other end of the corridor.

As midnight approached, the people on board visibly thinned out.

Throughout the entire corridor, Tavernaar did not see any living people other than her, and even the doors of the rooms that were originally concealed had been locked from the inside, refusing prying eyes from the outside world.

Tavernaar did not stop when he passed the first floor, and went straight down, all the way down to the warehouse at the bottom.

As a cruise ship that mainly transports cargo, the cargo warehouse of this ship is undoubtedly not small.

Looking at the three-storey warehouse outside and the support cables coming and going, Tavernall just paused for a while, and then he had a direction.

Two crew members said that when they passed by their side, one of them often heard screams in the middle of the night.

After thinking about it for a while, Tavernall went around the upper level of the cargo warehouse, and after confirming the locations of the crew lounges, he went back to the lower cargo warehouse and found the area facing several lounges.

There are a total of five areas. Tavernall can see at a glance that they are either huge containers or tightly nailed wooden boxes.

She stood still, and a layer of faint gray-white mist spread from under her feet, surrounding the five areas respectively.

Ordinary cargo boxes cannot block the extension of the mist. Tavernaar saw the specific conditions in three cargo boxes and a large wooden box—wood, spices, steel, and colorful cloth.

There is one left.

The fog surrounded the container, but failed to penetrate the gap, as if blocked by a small invisible barrier.

Tavernaar came close, and with the naked eye, there were many small runes on the surface of this dark container, and the material... was similar to the material of the shackles on Yamon's hands and feet.

Oh wow.

Tavernar showed an undisguised smile uncontrollably.

Dotorre, Dotorre, what are you doing sneakily behind Her Majesty's Empress's back, you must be caught by the eyes of the great Empress.

Tavernaar's hand touched the surface of the container lightly, restrained his expression a little bit, and specially opened a field nearby to block the sound transmission, and then he spoke:

"Your Majesty, we seem to have seen some small thoughts of the doctor."

However, there was no response.

The Ice Queen on the other side didn't seem to hear her words.

"Well, since that's what you mean."

Tavernal smiled, and stopped talking ill of his colleagues.

She turned her attention back to the container itself.

Considering that he didn't know what ability the fragment from Idhra had changed in Tivat, Tavernaar didn't rush to open these boxes to check one by one.

If you can't close it at that time, you will release strange things...

Then there will probably be a real-life battle royale on this ship.

How could she, who loves peace, be willing to see the scene of people dying.

Tavernaar praised herself, and began to slowly circle around the container, one after another hidden ripples fell to the ground as she circled, and finally formed an extremely stable circular magic circle.

Chapter 153 The Sea and the Nameless Fog

On the ocean at night, the dark sea under the starlight supports the heavy body of the giant ship, sailing in the far sea where there is no land in front and behind.

Most of the portholes on the upper deck were lit, and they belonged to the various entertainment venues on the ship, casinos, chess and card rooms, and swimming pools.

The boring sea life always needs such adjustments. The night is not the end, but the beginning of the night entertainment.

The opposite of this is below decks.

This belongs to the crew, cargo, and most ordinary passengers.

Except for gamblers who want to try their luck, most people here have already fallen into a deep sleep, and the windows are pitch black.

The difference is so obvious, as if the deck layer is used as the dividing point to clearly define the two worlds.

In the night that no one knows, mist rises from the bottom.

The silver-white petite figure loomed in the mist, and wherever her footprints passed, misty clouds and mist followed like a shadow.

Starting from the lower floor, the gray mist infiltrated the hull of the ship little by little. It can be seen that with the incorporation of the mist, the hull became brand new to the naked eye, as if time had flowed backwards on it, returning to the newly built ship. Time to return to its first trip to the sea.

Sleeping people breathe longer and longer.

The mist continued to rise, and finally came to a level, stepped on the deck.

The miracle of time continues to reappear.

The crew on guard saw the rising fog.

"It's foggy. It's not easy to travel in foggy seas. You have to report to the captain."

He knocked on the door of the captain's cabin with the news, the captain woke up from a light sleep, and looked at the crew members who came to report.

"The ship has been equipped with a device to identify the direction, and the times have changed, old man."

The captain laughed and patted the shoulders of the crew, "It seems that you haven't been able to get out of that voyage back then, take it easy, it's just some fog."

The crew blushed from what the captain said, and they stopped entangled too much and returned to their posts.

He looked down again, and the fog had risen to the captain's cabin near the top during the time he was away. He leaned on the fence and looked down, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.

The fog seemed to block the sound. For a moment, the crew felt that they were not on a large ship carrying more than 2000 people, and the surrounding was as quiet as if he was standing on an empty ship.

But then he saw thin lights coming through the mist

The lights were distorted by the mist, but it still made him feel like he had returned to the civilized world.

After a moment of daze, he couldn't help but patted his forehead in a self-deprecating manner.

"I'm really old. The times are different. As early as five years ago, you don't need to worry about losing your course when you go to sea."

Shaking his head and leaning against the mast behind him, the crew lit a cigarette and looked at the mist gathering in the far sea, a little lost in thought.

He recalled ten years ago, when there was also a heavy fog...

The next day, Yamon opened his eyes from the table, only to realize that he had fallen asleep lying on the table without knowing when.

She turned her head, and Tavernaar was not seen on the two single beds in the room.

Tavernal didn't come back last night.

Yamon confirmed this at once.

If Tavenal had come back last night, he would have woken himself up.

Yamon stared with a serious face, she was thinking.