Chapter 20

In the carriage, the people soon reached Vichy harbor.

The cargo ship Bauhinia from fanda 6 has landed in the morning. After unloading all morning, the cargo ship has also cleared its warehouse. Just wait until the new goods are on board tomorrow, and they will set sail again. Moro took the people aboard the ship one day in advance. After all, it only goes once a year. If you really miss it, you don't know who to talk to.

"After getting on board, you'd better not run around and make trouble. We can't afford the background of the Bauhinia." Moro led the three men towards the Bauhinia, telling them repeatedly in his mouth; "The Bauhinia can break through the ice and sail in the dangerous and silent sea area, which is not what ordinary ships can do. It is rumored that there seems to be a shadow of the sky Machinery City behind the Bauhinia. If the rumor is true, let alone me, even an official wizard, dare not wipe its edge."

"Therefore, you must remember that even in the face of ordinary sailors, you must restrain the short-sighted temper of nobility!" The voice of Moro's advice is even louder this time. This time he cruised in the Canary Empire, but he saw many aristocratic dandies who didn't have long eyes. There were not a few who disagreed with each other. Therefore, in order to avoid unnecessary disputes, he would emphasize it so solemnly.

The three little girls nodded like mashing garlic. In terms of human and worldly sophistication, the Moro has rich experience and will not harm them.

While the Moro was telling the story of experience, angel was looking carefully at the bauhinia in front of him. Bauhinia is huge, but it is estimated to be smaller than the cargo ship of the earth in the teacher's mouth. However, for angel, who had no insight, the Bauhinia was already the largest transportation tool he had ever seen. Its size is almost equal to half of the castle in pat manor. The purple and white steel ship wall looks elegant and dazzling.

What most brightened angel's eyes was the ship statue of the Bauhinia. It was a gauze robed girl with her hands folded in prayer, soft and long, scattered with Bauhinia flowers. It looks pure and solemn, beautiful and elegant. At first glance, it must be made by highly skilled craftsmen. The most peculiar thing is that a light crimson gem is embedded in the middle of the girl's forehead.

Angel always thought the gem was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

"Eh, that one over there is... How could it be him!" The nearby Moro suddenly exclaimed. Angel turned to look, and saw that Moro's eyes were round and looked at the exit in horror.

Angel looked down Moro's eyes and saw a short red young man dressed in a gold windbreaker on a black background, white lined black pants and brown riding boots. He walked down from the Bauhinia step by step with an expressionless face.

His face was very cold, his eyes were indifferent and cold, and he was covered with a smell of no admittance.

"Abstinence high cold uniform?" Angel whispered in Chinese.

"Brother pat, what are you talking about?" I don't know when Irene has come to him. The distance was so close that he could even smell the faint fragrance scattered on Irene.

Angel calmly stepped back, opened the distance between them, and then replied, "nothing, just thinking about who that person is."

Irene also showed the difference of Moro, so she turned to ask Moro, "Grandpa, who is that man?"

Moro didn't say anything and didn't look back. She took the people to the boarding gate quickly. Irene wanted to continue asking, but Moro whispered "shut up"!

Irene, who had little experience of being fierce, pouted wrongfully. However, the Moro did not comfort at all, but kept walking to the ship. Only Allen walked forward and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his sister's eyes with a little fat hand like a lotus root.

Angel comforted Irene in a low voice and said, "I believe Mr. morrow must have done it for a reason."

Angel himself had doubts in his heart. I don't know why the Moro not only changed his face when he saw the young man, but also didn't dare to look at each other more. Is it Mr. morrow's enemy?

Just as a group of people set foot on the cargo ship, the red youth looked at the deck in doubt.

"Is the strange smell an illusion?"

The red youth didn't care and went on. His goal this time was someone else. There was no need to waste time on irrelevant things.

……

One night later, the sun rose in the distance and dyed the sea level with a golden glow.

Whine, whine, whine

The trombone sounded and the anchor Yang Fan was retracted. There are teardrops waving goodbye at the port, and there is a long standing silence staring at the deck. The Bauhinia, in this atmosphere, said goodbye to the old Tuda 6 and drove in an unknown direction.

Angel stood on the deck, looking at the smaller and farther big 6. In addition to being disappointed, he also had a premonition. Perhaps this time, he would be far away from the big 6 in the real sense.

When I come back again, I don't know what kind of scene it will be? Will you come back again in the brilliant sunset or when the morning glow is covered?

Angel shook his head and smiled, decided not to think about the sadness of parting, returned to his house, picked up a paper and pen and continued to analyze the problems arranged by Jon.

In a flash, three days passed.

The ship was steady without any sense of falling, but the seasickness that angel worried about at first did not appear. But many discomfort in living habits made his face pale.

The knock on the door, with an eager frequency.

Angel put down his pen and paper and opened the door. At the door stood a beautiful girl. Wearing a white lace princess dress, light pink long scattered on both shoulders, and a delicate face with a look of shyness, when he saw Angel open the door, his eyes lit up and shouted intimately, "brother pat."

It was Irene who came.

In these three days, angel will go to the food cabin except for dinner. He spent the rest of his time delving into topics in the room. This was the first time he saw Irene after he got on the boat.

"Grandpa has come back. He called us over and said he had something to find us." Irene said.

Angel nodded. "OK, wait a minute. I'll change my clothes."

On that day, they met the red youth by chance. Moro got on the boat that day and just asked the waiter to arrange their accommodation. He himself went to the cabin on the top floor and seemed to be looking for someone. This time, there will be no news. If Irene hadn't come to inform him today, he wouldn't know that Moro had come back.

The cabin where the three of them live is located in the middle of the cargo ship, and the lower layer is basically where the factotum and sailors live. The place where Moro lives is located in the upper layer. The people living in the upper layer do not know their specific identity. They think they are either powerful or ordinary people like Moro.

Under the guidance of the waiter, angel and Irene came to the cabin of Moro.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Alan taking a piece of cake, chewing his big mouth hard and biting a light cream. Moro sat aside with a skin roll and a serious expression.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Moro raised his head, nodded to them and motioned to sit in front of him.

Alan finished the cake and came over with a smile. Irene glared at him angrily, then gave up the space around her, and took out her handkerchief to wipe the stains off Allen's mouth.

When Angel sat down, the first thing he saw was the skin roll that Moro put on the table.

There is a portrait on the leather roll, and three large characters are engraved at the top with common words: "wanted notice".

"I know you're curious. It doesn't hurt to tell you where I've been these two days." The Moroccan conversation turned, "the Bauhinia has three wizard organizations stationed for a long time. One is to attract talents, and the other is to protect the cargo ship from sea animals. Among the three resident wizard organizations, there is our white coral floating island college. I have been exchanging information about hongxiuis in the cabin above and the escort sent by the college these two days."

"As for hongxiuis..." Moro was silent: "this is the red youth of that day. He came for this wanted warrant. As for who he is, you will know when you arrive at the college. I just say here that you'd better take a detour when you meet him in the future. His temper is recognized as irritable in the southern regions."

After Moro finished this, his face relaxed a little, smiled and said to the three paths, "I'm looking for you this time. In fact, I have another purpose."

"These days, I have discussed with the escort stationed on the Bauhinia. Since you are gifted, it's OK to pass on the meditation method to you in advance. Therefore, I'm calling you this time to teach you the meditation method."