The Secret Journey Begins with Becoming a Pirate

physicist?

A chemist is the same profession as an alchemist.

"I have heard of it." Elok nodded and replied.

Seeing Elok nodding, Roger continued to explain:

"Such a ship is propelled by extraordinary power. The source of power is the physicist's skill "kinetic energy conversion". I don't know the specific principle, but it can directly move the ship. And it does not require an additional source of power. Not only Fast and stable."

"Well, let's put it this way. At least one physicist must be on board?" Ailock asked suspiciously.

Upon hearing this, Roger continued to explain:

"Yes. But it is not driven by the physicist, but 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?" Elok suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Ha, you said this. I'm from the Stormwind Empire. Don't you know it's normal?" Roger suddenly fought haha ​​and said.

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

joke.

He didn't care about Roger's explanation, anyway he didn't want to let himself know.

Continue to ask: "Then it seems to be able to complete the construction of such a huge ship, there should be the participation of extraordinary power. For example, how to make the ship stronger."

Roger should nodded and replied: "This is also a representative work of physicists and chemists. It is called the'kinetic energy position protection array'. It not only makes the ship stronger, but also prevents the erosion of the sea. The disadvantage is the cost. Too expensive."

"Of course, with Navestbon's financial resources, it is not a problem to build one."

He looked at the huge ship, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh:

"This is really a great miracle."

Elok doesn't have such feelings. If this is also called a miracle, then what is the name of a steel behemoth like an aircraft carrier? ?

"Yeah. This is really a miracle." Elok did not sigh, but a voice of emotion came from his side.

He turned his head and saw that it was a young man wearing a leather jacket and a peaked cap. He has ordinary short brown hair and his wheaten skin looks healthy. The three-dimensional features appear very natural.

The corner of his mouth, like Elok, picked up a weed on the side of the road, half-leaning on the wooden barrel next to it, looking at the behemoth close at hand, and sighed again:

"Every time I see the Droll, I feel that this is simply something that humans cannot accomplish."

"Really?" Elok glanced at him.

There was a shining star in his eyes, and he said, "How can human beings create such a behemoth? This is not a miracle. What is this?"

Ailuoke couldn't comment on this, and said with a smile. "It's better to go and experience it. The scenery in Delta looks pretty good."

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

"Look at those people, including you, who are all trying to realize their ideals?" He stretched out his right hand, pointed to the group of young people in front of him, and looked at Elok. Said in a flat tone.

I? I'm not really trying to realize my ideals. I just went to find my sister.

Elok suddenly found it interesting to chat with him, and he seemed to have just grown up. A bit self-righteous, but still a bit thoughtful.

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

He threw out the biting weeds, lowered his head to show a self-deprecating smile, and said:

"Probably encountering a perfect love."

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

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

"That's the case. I hope you can find it." Hearing this, although Elok still couldn't deny it, he still gave good blessings.

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

"Nick." The kid replied with his head down.

Elok nodded, indicating that he knew it, and returned:

"Jack."

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

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

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A small episode made Elok feel a little bit of parting from his hometown in the bottom of his heart.

Although I haven't stayed here long, but there is still a little feeling.

He took big steps and shuttled between the crowds.

There is no dedicated channel for first-class seats. That made him feel uncomfortable. To use a word to describe it is: separate from the masses.

In the eyes of people with doubts and surprises, Elok pulled out the golden ticket.

Ignoring these details, he stepped towards the deck.

The various areas of the ship are completely unblocked. There is no provision that first-class people can only stay in the first-class cabin area, nor is it said that second-class people can only stay in the second-class cabin area.

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

But Elok didn't intend to abide by such customary rules. He walked all the way to the first-class area through the third-class position, which belonged to his own cabin.

It looks like strolling around a vegetable market.

To be honest, the conditions of the third-class cabin are indeed limited, with 16 people crowded in one cabin, coupled with such hot weather. One can imagine what it tastes like. You can smell the complex and unpleasant smell just passing by the door.

But the eyes of the young people inside showed a kind of brilliance called "expectation".

The second-class environment is obviously much better, but there is a completely different scene.

The people here are exceptionally decent. They are well-dressed, their hair styles are meticulously combed, and some people wear wigs.

The men are walking in gentleman's steps, wearing roughly the same dresses, chatting, and showing off their financial resources and abilities. There are various ways to compare, some are more pocket watches, and some are more leather shoes.

The people in the two-person room can only communicate with the people in the two-person room. Once they come to the single room to talk, they are much smaller than before. If you go to the four-person room and chat with the "residents" there, you will become the overlord among them.

When Elok walked leisurely among them, towards the bow. There was a trace of disgust on their faces, but the men restrained their expressions. Instead, they stepped back slightly and continued to discuss international events with their "friends".

Some women obviously failed to restrain their mouths, but they only traded their tongues behind their backs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then deliberately let Elok hear them.

Of course Elok chose to ignore such words. Just smiling like watching a farce.

The first-class cabin seems a lot quieter. There is no people standing on the deck and chatting in the corridor, but there is more space.

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

Nodded, quite satisfied.

This is probably the most luxurious room I have ever lived in.

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

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

Sofa, coffee table and tea set are all available in the living room. Sure enough, a full set of services are provided.

He took off his three-cornered hat and hung it on the hanger at the door. Just put on the slippers, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?" he asked a little surprised.

Afterwards, he hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door.

He is a gentleman who has never seen him before. His hair is a little gray, a pair of glasses hung on his eyes, and he is wearing an off-white gown. With a shy young lady in her left hand. Although shy, she couldn't hide her eyes that were as bright as black jewels.

"Cilo Mason. I'm sorry to disturb you." He first said to himself.

Elok remembers this name, he is a hereditary viscount. At the age of 60, he gave birth to his only daughter, and then his wife died of dystocia. There is a large amount of fortune, and only an only daughter. That's why it is very famous.

Of course, people are all for his property.

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