Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 13th.

Sailing at sea is boring after all, I should probably keep a journal.

Start today.

"Captain (Future) Diary"

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 16th.

Another day of devilish training, and once again feeling the approach of death.

I lasted more than 40 minutes today.

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 20th.

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.

He couldn't hide his expression of gloating at his misfortune.

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 21st.

If you stick to it for more than one hour, be happy.

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Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 22.

It’s a bit exciting to be able to witness my own growth every day.

Today is 1 hour and 5 minutes.

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 25th.

Andre said that the training is almost over. With our current physique, "touch" will not cause any additional losses to us.

Finally, I no longer have to experience this nightmare training.

However, the time stayed at one hour and 42 minutes.

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 26th.

Without the devilish training, I feel a little uncomfortable and miss it a little bit

Is there something wrong with me?

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 27th.

Boring sea voyage.

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 28th.

The endless sea is unchanging and boring.

Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 29th.

boring! ! !

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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull sound came from the deck.

Alka held up his pistol in his right hand and shot at the target erected not far away.

In addition to him, Jason was also nearby.

The boring life on board has to give people something to do.

So the two of them prepared to practice their marksmanship. After all, there was a lot of ammunition in the lower deck, and it would be useless if it was 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 shooter is, he still needs a huge amount of ammunition to feed.

At this time, Jason was holding two revolvers of different styles in both hands and firing them.

Training is also going on nearby.

Alka emptied the bullets in his pistol, exited the magazine, and loaded the bullets at an extremely fast speed.

He held the pistol and turned it twice in his hand, and then handsomely tipped his hat with the barrel of the gun.

"How did you do this?" Jason shamelessly leaned over and asked with curiosity on his face.

He felt that Alka's various cool postures, among other things, really made his heart move.

Especially this set of acrobatic movements of quickly reloading the magazine, which is too 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 picked up the pistol in his hand and looked around.

"Bobby's craftsmanship is really good. After his modification, the gun feels even better."

In addition to devil training to improve his physique, Alka spent most of his time learning some manufacturing techniques from Bobby.

By the way, Bobby was also asked to slightly modify the details of the two firearms according to some of his own habits and wishes.

Hearing this, Jason also looked at the two guns in his hand: "It seems that I have to ask Bobby to help me modify it."

Just as he thought, Jason picked up two guns and walked directly towards the lower deck.

Alka also went down to have dinner.

Then he returned to his room.

At this time, the sun has almost completely fallen below the sea level, and only the dim light illuminates the world.

According to the speed of sailing.

It should be arriving in a few days.

Lying in bed.

Looking at the magic mirror next to the bedside table.

Alka shook his head helplessly.

He stood up and came to the table, picked up the books on the table and started reading.

As night falls, the oil lamp next to it also lights up.

The ship gradually fell into silence.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of pages turning.

Unknowingly.

Alka just lay on the table and fell asleep.

In a daze, it seemed as if he had entered a dark world again.

Alka felt that she was here again without any exclamation.

He's used to it.

Since returning to the ship, the magic mirror has been showing Alcala in from time to time.

Nor for anything else.

Just because I wanted to chat with him.

"Why is your magic still lifeless?"

A hazy sound came from the dark night.

Alka reluctantly expressed what he wanted to say.

Of course, it's not about speaking, but letting it occupy your brain and only think about what you want to say.

Let the words you want to express echo crazily 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 haven't touched it yet. How can it be so fast?"

"Really? It turns out it wasn't long ago."

Alka could understand this. Being trapped in the darkness of this magic mirror, it was indeed difficult to judge the passage of time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be curious.

"You have been trapped here for so long and have no time to judge. How do you maintain your normal mind?"

"I just don't want to fall asleep. When I'm asleep, I naturally won't feel the passage of time and my mind won't be affected by the passage of time."

"And the Soul Trapping Mirror itself is not used to cause harm. Its function was originally to place some souls, so that these fragile souls can at least have a place to stay."

What? This thing is actually a positive thing.

"Of course."

"Don't read my mind."

"Ah? Isn't that what you want to say?"

Alas, there is no way. This is the characteristic of this place. If a certain idea is too strong, it will be accepted if it fills the brain.

But that was just Alka's strong rant in his own mind.

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, you will be noticed.

This place is really troublesome.

"There is nothing we can do about it. If your magic power becomes active, then I will be able to communicate with you normally and take a look at the outside world."

"This is not what I wanted to say!"

"All right."

"What era did you live in during your lifetime?"

Alka couldn't help but ask, this was also the thing he was most curious about.

"The year of brilliance, the year 14655 of the Moxas Calendar, I live in this era, do you know?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of it at all, and the calendar lasts for 14,655 years?"

This calendar has lasted too long.

Legislation generally refers to the forces that created the calendar. Under normal circumstances, are there forces that have existed for more than 10,000 years?

What an exaggerated behemoth.

I feel like even this kind of fantasy world shouldn't have such an exaggerated calendar.

"The Moxas calendar was not created by some force, but by God. This is God's calendar."

Alka couldn't help but feel a little pain in his brain when he heard this.

"You're not energetic enough. Let's talk next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alka exited the dark world.

He lay down on the table and opened his eyes.