Chapter 57: Logbook
June 13th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
Sailing on the sea is boring after all, maybe I should write a diary.
Starting today.
Captain (Future) Log
June 16th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
Another day of devilish training, and once again feeling the approach of death.
I lasted more than 40 minutes today.
June 20th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
I think Xia Daiti must have been trained like this before, so she was very happy when she saw how miserable we were during training.
The expression of gloating could not be hidden at all.
June 21st, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
I persisted for more than an hour and was happy.
June 22, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
I feel excited to witness my own growth every day.
Today it is 1 hour and 5 minutes.
June 25th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
Andre said that the training is almost over, and with our current physical condition, "touch" will not cause us any additional damage.
Finally, I don’t have to go through this nightmare training anymore.
However, the result remained at one hour and 42 minutes.
June 26, 456th year of the Blood Alliance calendar.
Without the devilish training, I feel a little uncomfortable and miss it a little
Is there something wrong with me?
June 27th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
Boring sea voyage.
June 28th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
The endless sea is unchanging and boring.
June 29th, 456th year of the Blood Alliance Calendar.
boring!!!
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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A rather dull sound came from the deck.
Alka held his pistol in his right hand and shot at the target not far away.
Besides him, Jason was also there.
The boring life on the ship always requires people to find something to do.
So the two of them prepared to practice their shooting skills. After all, there was a lot of ammunition in the lower deck, and it would be a waste if not wasted.
There is no shortage of ammunition for the No. 3 pistol. Alka will not waste this rare opportunity to practice shooting.
No matter how good a gunman is, he still needs a huge amount of ammunition to feed him.
At this time, Jason was holding two revolvers of different styles in his hands and firing.
Training was also going on nearby.
Alka emptied the bullets in his pistol, removed the magazine, and loaded the bullets at an extremely fast speed.
He turned the pistol in his hand twice, then handsomely used the barrel of the gun to prop up his hat.
"How do you do this?" Jason leaned over shamelessly and asked with a curious look on his face.
He felt that apart from anything else, Alka's various cool poses really made his heart beat.
Especially the acrobatic movements of ejecting the magazine and reloading quickly are so smooth and pleasing to the eye.
"Want to learn?"
"Yeah!" Jason nodded.
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
Alka said with a smile, but then he picked up the pistol in his hand and looked around.
"Bobby's craftsmanship is really good. After his modification, the gun feels better."
In addition to the devilish training to improve his physical fitness, Alka spent most of his time following Bobby to learn some manufacturing techniques.
By the way, he also asked Bobby to make some minor modifications to the two guns according to his own habits and preferences.
Hearing this, Jason also looked at the two guns in his hands: "Looks like I have to ask Bobby to help me modify them."
Jason did what he thought, picked up two guns and headed straight to the lower deck.
Alka also went downstairs to have dinner.
Then he returned to his room.
At this time, the sun had almost completely set below the sea level, and only the dim afterglow illuminated the world.
According to the sailing speed.
It should be here in a few days.
Lie in bed.
Look into the magic mirror next to the bedside table.
Alka shook his head helplessly.
He stood up and walked to the table, picked up the book on the table and started reading.
As night fell, the oil lamp next to it was lit.
The boat gradually fell into silence.
The only sound in the room was the rustling of pages turning.
Before you know it.
Alka fell asleep on the table.
In a trance , it seemed as if I had come to a dark world again.
Alka, feeling that he had come here again, did not exclaim at all.
He's used to it.
Since returning to the ship, the magic mirror would occasionally bring Alcala in.
For nothing else.
Just to chat with him.
"Why is your magic still so lifeless?"
A faint sound came from the darkness.
Alka reluctantly expressed what he wanted to say.
Of course, you don't have to speak it, but let it occupy your brain and only think about what you want to say.
Let the words you want to express echo wildly in your mind.
In this way, the person trapped in the magic mirror can accurately receive what he wants to say.
"I'm still on the boat, and we haven't made any contact yet. How can it be that fast?"
"Really? It's only been a short while."
Alka could understand this. Trapped in the darkness of the magic mirror, it was indeed difficult to judge the passage of time.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel curious.
"You've been trapped here for so long, and you don't have time to judge. How did you manage to maintain your sane mind?"
"I just don't want to fall asleep. When I'm asleep, I won't feel the passage of time, and my mind won't be affected by the passage of time."
"Moreover, the Soul-Trapping Mirror itself is not used to cause harm. Its original function was to place some souls so that these fragile souls can at least have a place to rest."
What? This thing is actually a positive thing.
"Of course."
"Don't read my mind."
"Ah? Isn't that what you wanted to say?"
Alas, there is no way. This is the characteristic . If an idea is too strong and fills the brain, it will be accepted.
But that was just Alka's intense rant in his own head.
It’s just that the desire to complain is too strong, just like the thoughts I want to express.
So if you are chatting, you have to keep filling your mind with what you want to say . If you suddenly want to complain but don't want to say it, it will be noticed.
This damn place is such a hassle.
"It can't be helped. If your magic power becomes active, I will be able to communicate with you normally and take a look at the outside world."
“That’s not what I wanted to say!”
"All right."
"What era did you live in?"
Alka couldn't help but ask, this was also what he was most curious about.
"The Radiant Year, 14655 of the Moxa calendar. I live in this era, did you know that?"
"I don't know. I've never heard of it. And the calendar lasted for 14,655 years?"
This calendar has lasted too long.
Legislation is generally based on the power that created the calendar. Is it normal for a power to exist for more than 10,000 years?
What an exaggerated behemoth that would be.
I feel that even in such a fantasy world, there shouldn't be such an exaggerated calendar.
"The Moxas calendar was not created by a certain force, but by God. It is God's calendar."
When Alka heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little pain in his brain.
"You're not energetic enough. Let's talk next time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Alka withdrew from the dark world.
He lay on the table and opened his eyes.
