Chapter 314 Dark Continent · Drifting Bottle
The story of eating dozens of plates of fried rice in one go quickly made the residents of Whale Island remember Moreau.
In just a few days, this matter became a new topic of conversation at the dinner table and was always mentioned again and again by everyone.
Morrow didn't care about this. He just studied the divine book with great concentration every day. When he was hungry, he would go to Mitte's tavern to eat.
As time went by, the guests in the tavern became familiar with Moreau.
Every time I saw him coming to have a meal, I would always nudge him to drink a strong drink.
But Moreau didn't want to delay studying the book of divine words because of drinking, so he refused directly every time.
Even so, the drinkers were still willing to persuade him and had no intention of giving up.
As if they were having fun doing it.
But in the end, it was Mitt who came on the stage directly and lectured them to silence.
"How come your stomach hasn't changed at all? Where did all the food you ate go?!"
Mit walked out of the bar with a drink, always looking at Moreau's belly from time to time.
But no matter how many times she saw Moreau's figure, there was never any change.
It is this magical phenomenon that the islanders have always talked about.
"Maybe my digestive function is different from ordinary people."
Morrow put down the empty dinner plate, said something perfunctory, and then raised his index finger towards Zute who had just walked out of the kitchen.
said: "Please have another one."
Zut is Mitt's grandmother, and the two run the tavern together.
After hearing Moreau's words, Zut's wrinkled face showed a kind smile, he responded slowly, and then turned around and went back to the kitchen.
MIT put the recovered wine glasses and plates on the table, glanced at the empty plates that were still stacked high next to Moreau, and sighed: "No matter how powerful the digestive function is, there should be a limit. Sometimes I really doubt that you are not human."
After more than half a month of getting along, the relationship between the two has become familiar, and their chats with each other are no longer as polite as they were at first, but more casual.
Morrow leaned on the bar with his elbows and supported his cheek with the back of his hand, and replied casually: "That is a more powerful guy you have never seen. Someone can eat a hundred and one roasted whole pigs in one sitting, and each one is the weight of an adult wild boar."
· During this period of time together, she had some understanding of Moreau's character. She knew that he never exaggerated, let alone talked nonsense like those drunken drinkers.
“Hahaha, eat a hundred whole roasted pigs in one go? Brother Moro, you can brag loudly.”
“Sonnuo, it seems that the name of the braggart here is about to change.”
The drinkers in the shop also heard Moreau's words, and they all burst into laughter.
For them, bragging and spanking with friends may be one of the few ways of entertainment in their daily lives.
This kind of thing has long been a part of life.
But it was quite interesting to see that Moreau, who refused to drink even a little bit of wine no matter how much they coaxed him, could also brag, and even brag harder than them.
"Brother Moreau, would you like a glass of wine to cheer you up?"
A drinker took advantage of the opportunity and held up a glass of strong wine and sent it over.
Morrow looked at the drunken drinker and politely declined: "No, thank you."
"Well, look at you, the dark circles under your eyes are so heavy, you must not be able to sleep well. Let's have a glass of wine and you'll be able to sleep well——"
The drinker chuckled.
Morrow was about to say another refusal when he saw Mitt frown, drop the rag in his hand, and glare at the drinker.
She didn't even need to say a word, just her eyes made the drinker return to his seat.
After the strong smell of alcohol went away, Mitte picked up the rag again and wiped the water stains on the countertop, and thought thoughtfully: "If he can eat a hundred whole roasted pigs in one sitting, then this person must be a super fat man, right?"
"Don't you think I'm bragging?"
Morrow looked at Miter with some surprise, who was lowering his head to wipe the countertop carefully.
Mitte wrung out the rag, raised his eyes and looked at Moreau, and asked: "Then are you telling the truth?"
"It's absolutely true."
Moreau nodded affirmatively.
"Well, that's it."
Mitt showed a curious smile and asked: "So is that person a super fat guy?"
"He's as fat as a hill, and you can't even squeeze in in your store."
Morrow smiled and turned his eyes towards the kitchen. The tempting aroma of food was already wafting in the air.
Mitte wiped her hands and opened her eyes wide in surprise: "This is too exaggerated, it's wrong -"
She glanced at Moreau up and down with suspicion.
"Why do I think you are saying that my store is small?"
"No way."
Morrow shook his head and looked at the crowded hall, which could only accommodate five tables, and said truthfully: "But your store is indeed quite small."
Mitt's eyes opened wider.
The two drinkers in front of the bar immediately ran away with their glasses in hand.
But the scene they expected did not happen.
"What, treat them differently!"
The two drinkers looked at each other and could see the grievance in each other's eyes.
The night is getting darker.
In the tavern, the guests dispersed one after another.
This small island with simple folk customs is different from the bustling city after all. Even if there are pubs for people to have fun, they will not be open until too late.
After Moreau ate and drank, he stayed to help Mitt with some physical work such as moving chairs.
The main reason is that Mitt gives him a discount every time. The reason given is that his daily consumption is too high. If the discount is reduced, the money can be used to pay for the daily hotel room fee.
Morrow actually does not need to discount at all.
But Mitte’s temperament is exactly the same as Xiaojie’s, not at all.
Morrow thought that since he was taking care of Mitt, he would simply help Mitt with some manual labor during closing time.
After a while.
The store was almost cleaned, and Moreau said goodbye and left.
"Wait a minute."
He was stopped by Miter as soon as he walked out of the tavern.
Moreau stopped and looked back at Miter who ran out of the tavern.
Mitte jogged to Moreau and handed over a lunch box wrapped in a cloth towel.
"Morro, this is made with the leftover ingredients today. You can take it back for a midnight snack."
"Then I'm welcome."
Moro took the lunch box.
MIT smiled and said: "Go back early."
"Okay."
Morrow nodded towards Miter, turned and walked towards the direction of the hotel.
MIT watched Moreau walk a distance before turning back to the tavern.
After Moreau returned to the hotel, he continued to study the contents of the book of divine words.
After more than half a month, he has firmly memorized the many modules of the divine word, and has begun to try the divine word with only 29 modules that has a preservation effect.
It can be said that he has taken the most difficult step in practicing divine characters.
What we need to do next is to repeatedly practice the perfected divine words, and then in the process, strengthen our proficiency in using the modules.
As your proficiency increases, you will be able to naturally understand the laws contained in each divine word.
In any case, many of the annotations left by Jin convey the same meaning: slow work produces careful work, and keep grinding until you are good at it.
At that stage, you can basically use the divine words easily.
You can even rely on your understanding of the divine word module to create a divine word that is more in line with your own reading ability in terms of effect.
For example, the structures of the divine characters that supported the operation of Greedy Island were exactly what Jin, after thoroughly mastering the divine characters, began to improve some of the divine characters so that they could exert a more powerful effect.
"Fortunately, there are these annotations left by Jin in this book of divine words. Moreau has roughly read two-thirds of the content.
The more you look at the back, the more you can appreciate the value of these annotations left by Jin.
If we say that the book left by Dong Fulisi is equivalent to leaving many roads leading to the divine words.
Then Jin’s annotations in the book are equivalent to laying out signposts one after another on the right path.
So as long as you follow the road signs left by Jin, you don’t have to worry about taking the wrong road even if Moreau walks very slowly.
This also means that the energy and time that Moreau devotes will basically not be in vain.
"I will try the second example composition of the divine word tomorrow. The ability of this divine word is "Record", and the completion difficulty is several times higher than "Save""
Morrow flipped the pages of the book, thinking that early tomorrow morning, he would find a remote place to practice the second divine word in the book.
"Hmm?"
When the page turned to the next page, Moreau's eyes were instantly attracted by a dark bottle illustration.
Under the bottle, there are also briefly outlined wavy patterns, which seem to imply some connection between it and the sea.
"This picture -
Morrow stared at the dark bottle, and the memory fragments he received when the ruins absorbed the afterlife thoughts emerged in his mind.
At that time, apart from the feather that caused the strong earthquake, what impressed him most was the dark bottle drifting from the sea.
The object in my memory that looks like a drifting bottle is basically the same as the picture of the bottle in the book of divine words.
The bottle is also specially painted black, perhaps to emphasize the color of the bottle.
Morrow suppressed his surprise and quickly looked at the annotations left by Jin under the illustrations.
There are only a few nouns: drifting, randomness, and teleportation.
After the noun, there are several question marks.
Obviously, the content of Krakauer's text written by Dong did not clearly indicate the details of this black bottle illustration.
But the associated divine word underneath the entire illustration seems to be related to "teleportation".
That's why I left these terms that were clearly thought through but no specific conclusions were drawn.
Those memory fragments kept flashing through Morrow's mind, and he always felt that this thing was probably some kind of product from the Dark Continent.
“Wait a minute, this guy Jin, couldn’t he do it on purpose?”
Suddenly, Moreau realized a possibility.
He told Jin the information he extracted from the afterlife of the ruins without any reservation.
However, Jin's reaction at that time was just solemn and thoughtful, and he didn't mention the matter about the black drift bottle at all.
Morrow didn’t believe that Jin didn’t think of this illustration in the Book of Divine Words at that time. This guy must have thought of it immediately, but he knew that he was not interested in the Dark Continent, so he didn’t reveal it on the spot at that time.
Hunted to wait for him to get a hunter's license before he threw out this secret book on the strategy of the divine characters·
I originally thought that this would be an operation, just to let him take care of Xiaojie while he was practicing the divine characters.
Now it seems that there is an extra layer of thoughts hidden.
It is probably to make him curious and interested in these unknown things.
After all, with these foundations, only then can we be confident to implement the plan to pull him onto the pirate ship.
Although Jin never said it clearly, Morrow knew that he had identified him as one of his teammates in this guy's plan to explore the dark continent.
"Everything has to be roundabout."
Morrow shook his head, and thought that among the choices Jin gave Xiaojie, he directly blocked the possibility of Xiaojie bringing his friends to see him.
If you think about it carefully, there are similarities in the personalities of the father and son, but there are also obvious differences.
Morrow stared at the illustrations in the divine book. Although he was aware of Jin's thoughts, whether he responded or not was another matter.
Let's master the word of God first and then talk·
In the night at the port of Whale Island, the searchlight of a fishing boat pierced the darkness.
As soon as the ship docked, two teenagers jumped from the deck and landed steadily on the wooden pier.
"Odd, it's all your fault that you had to queue up to buy candies, causing us to miss the last ferry."
Xiaojie looked at the empty pier and couldn't help complaining.
Qi put his hands behind his head and curled his lips nonchalantly and said: "But if I hadn't found this fishing boat, we would still be staring at each other on the other side."
"We could have arrived earlier."
Xiaojie said and had already started walking towards the village.
Qi quickly followed and argued: "It's not too late now, right?"
"It's very late. At this time, Aunt Mitt's pub should be closed. I don't know if she has slept. Anyway, hurry up."
Xiaojie quickened his pace.
Qi stopped talking and followed Xiaojie honestly.
The two walked through the quiet village road one after another, and soon came to the building that was integrated with the big tree.
The main entrance of the tavern has been closed, but through the doors and windows, you can still see the warm yellow light.
Xiaojie knocked on the door a few times.
After a moment, Mitt's voice came from inside: "Who is it? It's closed."
"Aunt Mitt, it's me!"
Xiaojie shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi clearly heard the footsteps inside becoming very rapid.
In just a few seconds, the front door of the tavern was opened.
Warm yellow light spread from inside, Mitt stood at the door, looking at Xiaojie, and also noticed that Qi next to him suddenly became a little restrained.
"Come in first."
MIT quickly adjusted his mood, pretending to look normal, and got out of the way.
Xiaojie and Qi walked in.
MIT closed the door, turned around and looked at Xiaojie and Qi who had moved the chairs down to sit down, and said with concern: "Are you hungry? I'll cook you something to eat."
"Okay!"
"I'm already hungry!"
Xiaojie and Qi said with a smile.
MIT also had a smile on his face and went straight to the kitchen.
"Ah."
Soon, her voice came from the kitchen: "All the ingredients for today have been used—"
The smiles on Xiaojie and Qi's faces suddenly solidified.
Qi hesitated and said: "You mean, there is no food to eat?"
"It seems so."
Xiaojie nodded.
Qi suddenly lay on the table listlessly.
Then he saw Mitt bringing two glasses of milk, and he reluctantly cheered up.
At this moment, Mitt had time to look at Xiaojie's face carefully, and Xiaojie also introduced Qi to Mitt.
"Will the test be difficult?"
Mitt leaned his cheek and watched Xiaojie and Qi drinking milk.
Xiaojie said enthusiastically: "It's very difficult! Aunt Mitt, let me tell you, the examiner of our second level test knows how to eat. He can actually eat a hundred and one whole roasted pigs in one sitting!"
Mitt was stunned.
Qi thought she didn't believe it, so he immediately said: "It's true, I can testify."