June 13, 456th year of the Blood Alliance calendar.
Sailing on the sea is boring after all, I should probably write a diary.
Start today.
"Captain's (Future) Diary"
June 16, 456th year of the Blood Alliance calendar.
Another day of devilish training, once again feeling the coming of death.
Today I persisted for more than 40 minutes.
June 20, 456th year of the Blood Alliance calendar.
I think Sofia must have been trained like this before, so she was very happy to see how miserable we were during training.
The expression of gloating could not be hidden at all.
Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 21.
I am happy that I have broken through one hour.
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Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 22.
I am a little excited to witness my growth every day.
Today is 1 hour and 5 minutes.
Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 25.
Andre said that the training is almost over. With our current physical condition, "touch" will not cause any additional losses to us.
Finally, we don't have to experience this nightmare-like training.
However, the result remains at one hour and 42 minutes.
Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 26.
Without the devilish training, I feel a little uncomfortable and miss it a little
Is there anything wrong with me?
Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 27.
Boring sea voyage.
Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 28.
The endless sea remains unchanged, boring.
Blood Alliance Calendar Year 456, June 29.
Boring!!!
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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A duller sound came from the armor.
Alka raised his pistol in his right hand and shot at the target not far away.
Besides him, Jason was also beside him.
People always have to find something to do in the boring life on the ship.
So the two of them prepared to practice shooting. After all, there was a lot of ammunition in the lower armor, and it would be a waste if it was not wasted.
There was no shortage of No. 3 pistol ammunition. Alka would not waste such a good opportunity to practice shooting.
No matter how good a gunman is, he needs a huge amount of ammunition to feed him.
At this time, Jason was holding two revolvers of different styles in his hands and shooting.
He was also training on the side.
And Alka emptied his pistol, pulled out the magazine, and loaded the bullets at a very fast speed.
He held the pistol in his hand and turned it twice, and then handsomely used the barrel of the gun to touch his hat.
"How did you do this?" Jason came over shamelessly and asked with a curious look on his face.
He felt that Alka's various handsome postures really made him excited.
Especially this set of acrobatic movements of pulling out the magazine and reloading quickly, which was 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 he picked up the pistol in his hand and looked around.
"Bobby's craftsmanship is really good. After his modification, I feel that the gun feels better."
In addition to the devilish training to exercise his physique, Alka spent most of his time learning some manufacturing techniques from Bobby.
By the way, he also asked Bobby to slightly modify the details of the two guns according to 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."
Jason did it as soon as he thought of it. He picked up the two guns and walked directly to the lower armor.
Aerka also went downstairs to have dinner.
Then he returned to his room.
At this time, the sun had almost completely fallen below the sea level, and only the dim afterglow illuminated the world.
According to the speed of sailing.
It should be a few days before we arrive.
Lying on the bed.
Looking at the magic mirror next to the bedside table.
Aerka shook his head helplessly.
He got up and walked to the table, picked up the book on the table and started to read it.
With the arrival of night, the oil lamp next to him was also lit.
The ship gradually fell into silence.
The only sound left in the room was the rustling of turning pages.
Before he knew it.
Alka fell asleep on the table.
In a trance, he seemed to have come to a dark world again.
Alka felt that he had come here again, without any surprise.
He had gotten used to it.
Since returning to the ship, the magic mirror would occasionally bring Alka in.
Nothing else.
Just to chat with him.
"Why is your magic still lifeless?"
A hazy voice came from the night.
Alka had no choice but to express what he wanted to say.
Of course, he didn't say it, but let it occupy his brain and just think about what he wanted to say.
Let the words you want to express reverberate 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 I haven't touched it yet. How can it be so fast."
"Really? It's only been a short while."
Arka can understand this. Trapped in the darkness of this magic mirror, the passage of time is indeed difficult to judge.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"You have been trapped here for so long, and you have no time to judge. How do you keep your mind normal?"
"I just don't want to sleep. I can't feel the passage of time when I sleep, and my mind will not be affected by the passage of time."
"And the Soul Trapping Mirror itself is not used to cause harm. Its function is 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 thoughts casually."
"Ah? Isn't that what you want to say?"
Alas, there is no way, this is the characteristic of this place, a certain idea is too strong, it will be accepted if it fills the brain.
But that was just Alka's strong complaints in his mind.
It's just that the desire to complain is too strong, just like the idea he wants to express.
So if you chat, you have to keep filling your mind with what you want to say. If sometimes you suddenly want to complain but don't want to say it, it will be noticed.
This damn place is really troublesome.
"There's nothing I can do about it. If your magic power becomes active, I can communicate with you normally and see the outside world."
"That's not what I want to say!"
"Okay."
"What era did you live in?"
Arka couldn't help asking. This was what he was most curious about.
"The Year of Brilliance, 14655 of the Moxas calendar. I lived in this era. Did you know?"
"I don't know. I've never heard of it. And the calendar lasted for 14655 years?"
This calendar lasted for too long.
Legislation is generally based on the power that created the calendar. Under normal circumstances, is there a power that exists for more than 10,000 years?
What an exaggerated and huge thing it must be.
It feels like even in such a fantasy world, there shouldn't be such an exaggerated calendar.
"The Moxa calendar was not created by a certain force, but by God. This is God's calendar."
Aluka couldn't help but feel a little pain in his brain when he heard this.
"You are not energetic enough. Let's talk next time."
After the voice fell, Aluka withdrew from the dark world.
He lay on the table and opened his eyes.