The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

physicist?

Chemist, the same profession as the alchemist.

"I've heard of it." Alok nodded and replied.

Seeing Alok nodding, Roger continued to explain:

"Such a ship is propelled by extraordinary power. The source of the power is the physicist's skill of 'kinetic energy conversion'. I don't know the specific principle, but it can directly drive the ship. And no additional power source is needed. Not only Fast and stable.”

"Well, let's put it this way. There must be at least one physicist on board?" Alok asked doubtfully.

After hearing this, Roger continued to explain:

"Yes. But it is not promoted by the physicist himself, but by using a magic ritual. So on a ship as big as this, there must be at least one alchemist and one physicist."

"How do you know so clearly??" Alok suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"Ha, you said this. I am from the Storm Empire. Isn't that normal, you know?" Roger suddenly started laughing and said.

Come on, people from the Stormwind Empire need to know the structure of such a ship?

joke.

He didn't care about Roger's explanation, since he just didn't want him to know.

He continued to ask: "It seems that the ability to complete the construction of such a huge ship must also involve the participation of extraordinary power. For example, how to make the ship stronger."

Roger nodded as he should and replied: "This is also a masterpiece of cooperation between physicists and chemists. It's called the 'Kinetic Energy Stand Protection Array'. It not only makes the ship stronger, but also isolates it from seawater erosion. The disadvantage is the cost. Too expensive.”

"Of course, with Naviste's financial resources, it will not be a problem to build one."

He looked at the huge ship, took a deep breath, and sighed:

"This is truly a great miracle."

Airok did not have such emotion. If this is called a miracle, then what is the name of a steel behemoth like an aircraft carrier? ?

"Yes. This is really a miracle." Alok didn't sigh, but a sigh of relief came from beside him.

He turned around and saw a young man wearing a leather jacket and a peaked cap. He has ordinary short brown hair and wheat-colored skin that looks healthy. The three-dimensional facial features look very natural.

He imitated Alok and picked up a piece of wild grass on the roadside. He half-leaned on the wooden barrel next to him. He looked at the huge creature so close and sighed again:

"Every time I see the Dror, I feel like it is something that is simply impossible for humans to accomplish."

"Really?" Alok glanced at him.

His eyes were shining with starlight, and he said: "How can humans create such a behemoth? Isn't this a miracle?"

In this regard, Alok could not deny it and said with a smile. "It looks better to go up there and experience it. The scenery of Damia looks pretty good."

There was a little yearning in his eyes, looking at the huge ship, and sighed again: "Dameia? The ideal place. The place of origin. Of course I want to go."

"Look at those people, including you, aren't they all trying to realize their ideals?" He stretched out his right hand, pointed at the group of young people in front of him, and then looked at Alok. He said in a calm tone.

I? I really don’t want to realize my ideal. I just went to find my sister.

Alok suddenly felt that chatting with him was quite interesting. He looked like he had just grown up. A bit self-righteous, but still has some ideas.

So he asked casually: "So what is your ideal?"

He spat out the weeds he was biting, lowered his head with a self-deprecating smile, and said:

"It's probably about meeting a perfect love."

"Perfect love? What kind of love can be called perfect?" Alok suddenly became interested and continued to ask.

The young man thought for a long time and finally said firmly: "The kind of love that disregards everything. The love that breaks through all restrictions. The love that is free."

"That's it. I hope you can find it." Hearing this, although Alok was still unconvinced, he still gave his best wishes.

"What's your name?" Alok asked suddenly.

"Nick." The boy lowered his head and replied.

Alok nodded, indicating that he knew, and returned:

"Jack."

Then, he looked at the bustling crowd over there. The ship's huge whistle suddenly sounded. He said quietly:

"Maybe Damia is waiting for you. But now, I'm going to board the ship. I look forward to your perfect love."

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A small episode suddenly made Elok feel a little bit like leaving his hometown.

Although I didn't stay here for long, I still felt a little emotional.

He walked between the crowds with long strides.

There is no dedicated lane to choose first class seats. That made him feel uncomfortable. To describe it in one word: being separated from the masses.

Amid people's doubtful and surprised eyes, Alok took out the golden ticket.

Not paying attention to these details, he walked towards the deck.

All areas of the ship are completely accessible. There is no rule that first-class passengers can only stay in the first-class cabin area, nor does it say that second-class passengers can only stay in the second-class cabin area.

But the strange thing is that people seem to have formed a consciousness. Do not go to other areas, especially lower-class cabins and do not go to higher-class cabins to hang out. It's like an unspoken rule, deeply engraved in people's minds.

But Alok did not intend to follow such a conventional rule. He walked through the third-class cabin and went to the first-class area, which belonged to his own cabin.

The leisurely stroll looked like strolling in the market.

To be honest, the third-class cabin was indeed limited. 16 people were squeezed into one cabin, and the weather was so hot. You can imagine what it smelled like. Just passing by the door, you can smell the complex and unpleasant smell inside.

But the eyes of the young people inside all revealed a brilliance called "expectation".

The environment in the second-class cabin was obviously much better, but there was a completely different scene.

The people here were particularly decent. They were well-dressed, their hair was combed meticulously, and some people even wore wigs.

The men all walked in a gentlemanly pace, wearing roughly the same dress, chatting and showing off their financial resources and abilities. There were various ways of comparison, some compared pocket watches, and some compared leather shoes.

People in the double room could only communicate with people in the double room. Once they ran to the single room area and talked, they were much smaller than before. If you run to the four-person room area and chat with the "residents" there, you will become the overlord among them.

When Alok walked leisurely among them and walked towards the bow. They all showed a trace of disgust on their faces, but the men restrained their desire to express themselves, and stepped back slightly to continue discussing international affairs with the "friends" around them.

And some ladies obviously couldn't control their mouths, but they just traded and gossiped behind their backs. Then deliberately let Alok hear them.

Alok of course chose to ignore such words. Just smiled as if watching a farce.

The first-class cabin seemed much quieter. There were no people standing on the deck and chatting in the corridor, but there was more space.

Climbing up the stairs to a better floor and walking to his room-312, Alok used the skill of opening the door to open the door directly and looked around habitually.

Nodding, quite satisfied.

This is probably the most luxurious room he has ever lived in.

A small living room connected to the bedroom that is not too big inside, and the huge bed occupies half of the room. On the other side of the living room is the servant's room, which belongs to Roger.

Each of the two bedrooms has a bathroom. And hot water is provided.

The living room is fully equipped with sofas, coffee tables and tea sets. It really provides a full set of services.

He took off his tricorn hat and hung it on the hanger at the door. Just after changing into slippers, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?" He asked in surprise.

Then he hurried to the door and opened it.

It was a gentleman he had never seen before. His hair was a little gray, he wore a pair of glasses on his eyes, and he was wearing a beige dress. On his left hand was a shy young lady. Although shy, she couldn't hide her bright eyes like black gemstones.

"Ciro Mason. Sorry to bother you." He first introduced himself.

Alok remembered this name, a hereditary viscount. At the age of 60, he gave birth to his only daughter, and then his wife died of dystocia. He had a large amount of property and only had an only daughter. So he was very, very famous.

Of course, people came for his property.