I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

On a rare rest day, Tu Fu came from his room to the bathroom, and rubbed his temples in front of the mirror.

He turned on the faucet with a "swish", bent his hands to catch the water and patted it on his delicate face. The moment the cold water touched his skin, he managed to regain some energy.

The youth in the bronze mirror had black eye circles, his blood color had faded a lot, and he looked very listless.

"Sure enough, opening the ghost ship once every three days is really a little bit reluctant."

This is Tu Fu's calculation of his own spiritual limit after stepping into the extraordinary.

up to three days,

The price of forcibly returning more than this number is to drain his mental power and make him so dizzy that he can't stand up.

After another foreign language training class taught by a famous teacher, Tu Fu benefited a lot.

The "Mister Gate" on the opposite side of the radio station may have not talked to anyone for too long, but not only did the tutorials have been prepared in advance, but when the small class opened, it started to teach like a real teacher.

In only half an hour, he focused on the key points, overcome his weaknesses, and used ancient Assyrian for conversations throughout the whole process. In addition, Tu Fu memorized words very efficiently. Every day, Tu Fu could feel that his level of ancient language has improved dramatically.

But apart from the regular Assyrian teaching, no matter how Tu Fu inquired about the "Abyss", the other party kept silent.

It seems that it is meaningless to tell him a low-sequence transcendent.

"Tufu, are these the notes you summarized?"

All I could hear was Sophie's sweet voice from the living room. She was holding the "Teaching Notes" that Tu Fu handed her to check in the name of asking for advice.

She didn't expect a high level at first, but after turning a few pages, she withdrew her original casual attitude.

Seriously scanned this summary notes that concentrated on grammar, advanced vocabulary and even pronunciation skills, and the level was unexpectedly high.

Some advanced grammar and vocabulary have even been beyond the outline, it is hard to imagine that this is memorized by a guy who failed this subject not long ago.

"Otherwise, is there anyone else to help me sum it up?"

After cleaning his hands, Tu Fu walked back to the living room from the inside, and saw Sophie sitting on the sofa with a strange expression.

He showed Sophie the notes of the Cthulhu small class to check, also to prevent the other party from "mixing private goods" in the teaching content. As a prudent adventurer, it is natural to prevent any accidents.

"Is studying at night really more efficient?" Seeing Liz at four in the morning, Sophie couldn't help wondering.

"Of course, you can try it." Tu Fu forced a smile on his face.

That's all Miss Winster said, she cares more about her skin than her score.

"However, the word 'lio' now does not mean 'starry sky' but 'dome'. This is the name of the Assyrian Empire in the Black Iron Age of the last century, and it is no longer applicable to the current teaching version."

The erudite girl Sophie corrected this imprecise little mistake.

"The Dark Iron Age?"

Tu Fu was secretly taken aback.

As far as he knows, the residents of the Northern Continent now call this era the "Industrial Age" or the "Steam Age".

It seems that it has reached the fourth era now.

Could it be that the evil god from the abyss came from the third era or earlier?

It's too miserable to ask the outside world for help for thousands of years, but no one cares.

As for the small mistake in the vocabulary, Tu Fu doesn't care, the ancient meaning of many words will change with the times.

For example, the intimate term husband used to refer to eunuchs.

After reading all the notes, Sophie found no other mistakes.

"It's not bad, keep up the energy. If you work so hard..." Sophie paused and raised her head, "You can barely see my back."

"As expected of Uncle Ethan's daughter."

Tu Fu praised her for inheriting her father's shameless good qualities.

"So, how did you manage to improve so quickly in a short period of time?" Sophie asked Tu Fu sideways. This is already very rare for the proud Miss Winster.

Tu Fu thought for a while, and confessed seriously: "If I told you that it was taught by an evil god, would you believe it?"

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Sure enough, Sophie didn't even believe a single punctuation mark. She noticed that after Tu Fu came out of the room, he took out a piece of letter paper and began to write quickly.

"Who are you writing to?"

Tu Fu pointed to the capped title and said, "Dear Professor George McGovern."

Miss Winster noticed the title fixed on the envelope, and corrected subconsciously: "Obviously, you made a mistake. I remember my father said that he is an associate professor."

"Please remember, in the future, whether it is writing a letter or addressing you, follow my format." Tu Fu corrected, "Because no one likes to hear the word 'vice'."

He had time at last to write a letter to Mr. McGovern on this free day off, and it was a necessary courtesy to send a greeting to a university professor, whether out of politeness or friendship.

In the first part of the letter, there are almost useless bragging, false greetings, and unstinting praise of the professor.

Then came the serious matter he wanted to ask, about what happened to his parents, hoping to tell him some information.

The second is the advanced selection. He is hesitant about whether to go to the University of Leeds. He hopes that McGovern, who has been there, can give him some good advice.

By the way, I hope that as a well-known scholar in the academic world, Tu Fu hopes that the other party can recommend some professional history books and the origin of mythology, because there is too little useful information that can be obtained from mythological stories and religious revelations alone.

Of course, at the end of the letter, it was unavoidable to brag and ask McGovern for advice with a very humble attitude.

Really make the word "emotional intelligence" full.

At the same time, Sophie's eyes were full of eyes.

It wasn't until watching Tu Fu put the letter into the cover that Sophie asked a question that had puzzled her for a long time: "Since we are in the same city, why don't you visit the door in person? Isn't it more sincere?"

"That would make me appear impolite." Tu Fu explained the reason.

Before formally establishing friendship, it is undoubtedly a good choice to write a letter to test the attitude of the other party.

If the other party didn't reply or write a letter to perfunctory the past, then he would naturally understand the importance of himself in the other party's heart.

"I see."

After Tu Fu said this truth, Sophie finally realized that the world of adults is so complicated, and people who are not familiar with the rules are often not welcomed by others.

"Of course, there are more important reasons that I didn't mention just now." Tu Fu who packed the letter and was about to go out paused for a while.

"more importantly?"

"I can't say these nasty compliments to my face."

Sophie: "..."

...

After sending the letter from the post office on Crescent Street, Tu Fu rushed to the fight club where he had participated in the trials for several days.

In addition to learning Assyrian crazily, Tufu would use his free time to find nearby clubs.

On the ring.

"boom!"

As Tu Fu's upper body exerted strength, a strong man with a naked upper body looked at the young child in front of him in surprise.

As a professional boxer, he was so dizzy after receiving only three punches that he couldn't even stand steadily.

When dealing with this young man, he obviously didn't have a strong body and his skills were seriously lacking, but he couldn't take advantage of it in a real fight.

He was ruthless and fast when he shot, and his body was light and agile. He didn't even have a chance to admit defeat in this fight.

Tu Fu saw the timing and twitched around, disrupting the opponent's deployment with a few swift punches one after another, and the last beautiful heavy punch ended the battle without any suspense.

Perhaps because of those strict regulations, this club all over Leeds has gathered a lot of good players.

In addition to ordinary citizens in the market, some fighting masters will appear from time to time, and there are many professional players who come here to compete.

In this chaotic environment, Tu Fu naturally and quickly learned their fighting skills.

And in the recent days, relying on the capital obtained after digesting the potion, he frequently challenged some club players, and his fighting and fighting skills became more and more proficient.

In recent days, Tu Fu quickly defeated the long-established figures in the club's districts with his fast speed, and he obviously began to show his unusual skills.

"Thank you for your enlightenment."

After being defeated, the strong man in front of him saluted Tu Fu sincerely.

It was another unremarkable duel. After Tu Fu nodded to the opponent with a smile, he put on his clothes as usual and prepared to leave.

Finally, old Muller at the bar couldn't hold his breath anymore. Seeing that Tu Fu quickly ended the fight, he got up angrily and walked over, "Boy, if you keep fighting like you, the people here will have to run away sooner or later."

Most of them came here to release the pressure, and practice fighting skills by the way, not to be beaten.

"But I've already given up my strength." Tu Fu spread his hands to express his innocence.

Old Muller smacked his lips: "Are you interested in going to the upper level of the fight club? I'm sure there will be something that attracts you there."

"The upper level of the club?"

Finally, his actions attracted the attention of the higher-ups.

Intuitively, he knew that such a large club was not only expanded to its current size because of interest.

The act of kicking the stadium during this period was actually intended to test the top management of the fighting club. As expected, when he showed some strength, he immediately attracted attention.

"Isn't that the purpose of your challenging those underground masters?" The well-informed old Muller snorted coldly, "Or you dare not?"

Tu Fu showed his white teeth, pursed his lips and smiled lightly:

"Why not."