Chapter 485

Port Dudley.

The huge steel warship hovers next to the same tall tower. Dozens of iron chains or pipes of different thicknesses connect the side of the warship. Looking up from the ground, you can see the dense human like ants shuttling on it, carrying materials.

The bow of the ship, a storm bird sculpture symbolizing thunder and storm, reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, shining in the golden sunset.

This is the storm rose, one of the strongest fighting forces mastered by the magic association. At the moment, this huge whale is quietly berthing in the harbor, carrying out replenishment operations. There are usually thousands of sailors on the intrepid strategic floating ship who master at least a certain level of magic, and its formation requirement is to be able to maintain at least six months of no replenishment cruise, so that even if the rainbow tower is damaged After a devastating attack, the intrepid warship can still cruise deep in the half plane to command and fight back.

As a result, every replenishment lasted at least a week, and the crew of storm rose was able to rest a little.

Except for those rooms on duty.

Albert was one of them. He was originally a member of the loading group. Their duty was to stuff heavy shells into the guns. Of course, magic was used instead of brute force. Albert was the best at the hand of the mage and became the leader of the second group of the loading group.

During the docking, he will guard outside the vice captain's room all night for three days to carefully observe any changes. Once he finds anything, he will immediately record it and inform the High Council.

In fact, he is not really "staring" at the room, but through a monitoring device provided by a high-level Council, monitoring the things in the room.

On the table in front of Albert, a model made of flowing gravel is very conspicuous. This model reflects everything in the vice captain's room. It is meticulous. As long as Albert moves his mind, he can enlarge any detail. He can even read the text content in the book spread out on the table by the vice captain on this model.

Similarly, as long as there is any unusual movement in the room, it will be reflected immediately, and it can also be traced back for a period of time. The magic arranged by Sir Herman Bragg has exposed the vice captain's room to the observation of the crew on duty all the time.

It's sunset, and tonight is Albert's last night on duty here. After sunrise tomorrow, he can go back to take a hot bath, change into clean and comfortable clothes, and have a good day at the pub in the harbor.

He and the other two closely watched the movement in the vice captain's room, but, just like the people who had been watching for a month before, the things in the room did not change.

Late at night, Albert couldn't help yawning. He only took a short rest during the day. He was exhausted by the surveillance work. Albert looked up at the other two, who were also tired.

The darkest hours before dawn, and the hours before the end of duty, will be their most relaxed time.

Albert really wanted to light a cigarette at this time. Except on the deck when he was sailing, he could not smoke at other times and places, which made him a little helpless.

His eyes became a little hazy. The sand model Albert was staring at seemed to have some double shadows. His eyelids were heavy, as if they would droop next moment.

Just when he was half asleep and half awake, Albert seemed to see a figure suddenly appeared in the model. After searching in the room for a while, he picked up the quill on the table, dipped it in ink, and began to write something on a piece of parchment.

Albert just looked at the figure and seemed to forget his original purpose.

Then, the cold war of another person around him affected Albert, and made him come back to himself and look at everything in the model with horror.

They immediately stood up, looked aside and peeped through the window on the door into the brightly lit vice captain's room.

However, nothing was seen.

"I'm lost in sleep?"

Albert was puzzled. He took another look at the model. The figure in the model should not be visible. Only the quill slowly fell on the ground, which made people feel creepy.

He also confirmed that the feather pen was not in its original position. The splashed ink was like blood, spreading out on the ground.

Albert focused his eyes and looked at the position where the figure was written just now. He saw that the model was enlarged and reflected the appearance of parchment. It was a picture of a bird living in a specific half plane. The lines were simple and powerful, and only a few strokes outlined the characteristics of this creature.

At the moment, however, everyone's eyes are not on the bird, but on the corner of the picture.

In that place, even through the gravel model, you can see that the wet ink formed a messy text, which was a short sentence.

I'm here, and it's here.

All of them were shocked. Albert felt cold on his back. Although there was nothing in the room now, all kinds of legends sketched a terrible picture in his heart.Deputy captain Paul has no body, only soul, lingering in the room where he lived. He appears on the desktop, under the bed, behind everyone. He makes a silent cry, just to show people his existence.

Finally, deputy captain Paul got the chance. He picked up his quill pen and wrote such a sentence.

I'm here, and it's here.

"I" can understand that this should be the self declaration of deputy captain Paul. Then, who is "it" and where is it?

Between thinking, Albert felt a shock. He felt that there was a breeze behind him, and it was like someone's breath. He didn't dare not to look back, as if he would be pulled into the abyss by something indescribable.

It is clear that there is a temperature regulating array in the cabin, and the temperature is pleasant, but Albert's forehead has exuded cold sweat. Where he can't see it, the darkness is like a huge and ugly monster, as if to devour them.

Feeling that the evil and chaotic atmosphere was getting closer and closer, Albert's hair bristled. Finally, he couldn't help looking back.

But there was nothing there.

Nothing, only the empty cabin corridor, flickering lights, the moonlight outside the window, pale and bright.

"Is it really an illusion..."

Albert breathed a long sigh of relief. Just as he relaxed, the light from the corner of his eye suddenly glimpsed the wall on one side of the corridor, where a visible scratch was impressively reflected in Albert's vision.

I'm here, and it's here!

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