There were two wooden beds in the room. Directly opposite the wooden bed was a table with an old black and white TV on the table. The whole room was dim and cramped.
Yarlin turned on the TV and a picture appeared. It was a reporter holding a microphone. The background was a towering white building. In front of the building was a row of Marines wearing Marine capes. They looked solemn and majestic.
The scene was changing. It was a wide street. On both sides of the street were neatly arranged Marines. At the end of the road was a towering wide platform with three tall figures standing on it.
The camera was focused on the side of the body. There was a breeze blowing, the white background with golden lines swayed gently with the wind, and the black "Son of Justice" filled the screen.
There was a "rustling" noise in his ears. He couldn't hear it very clearly. Yarlin's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's like an award ceremony."
He looked at the noisy picture on the TV and his thoughts drifted away.
"This world's technology is truly chaotic and strange. There are modern products like steel battleships, but at the same time, there are also medieval ships with sail masts. There are powerful weapons like cannons, but the most common weapons are flintlocks. Even stranger, they're semi-automatic. Cars aren't popularized, but it's said that there's a train that can travel on the sea. There are also ancient televisions, but some major cities have LED projection technology …"
This chaotic sense of déjà vu made it difficult for Arlen to make a correct judgment about the technological progress of this world. These memories and impressions belonged to the original owner of this body. The original owner was just an ignorant pirate, so he didn't have any feelings about what he saw and heard. But how could Arlen, who had taken over this body, not think about the reasons behind this?
"There must be a big secret hidden in this world. There must be a terrible problem … I'm afraid the water of this world is deeper than I thought."
Yarlin collected his thoughts. He realized that he needed to find a way to understand the world more clearly. The acquisition of information was as important as the improvement of strength.
No matter which aspect he started from, becoming a Marine must be his best choice at present.
"William, what plans do you have for the future?" Yarlin glanced at William, who was staring blankly at the television, and suddenly asked.
William returned to his senses and met Yarlin's calm eyes, but his heart was inexplicably cold. He didn't think too much, or it could be said that he had already thought about this question thousands of times. He replied in a deep voice: "Yarlin, I will listen to your arrangements. If you want me to be a Marine, then I will be a Marine."
"Which one do you think is better? Marines or pirates?" Yarlin interrupted.
"Be a pirate, this is the era of great pirates …" William replied hesitantly. He knew that Yarlin wanted to be a Marine, but he didn't understand what was so good about being a Marine. Being a pirate, especially the captain of a pirate ship, wasn't it more pleasant?
Generally speaking, William was somewhat smart, but the environment he was born and grew up in limited his vision and mind. He only saw that this era was the era of pirates, but he didn't understand that compared to the loose pirate groups, the disciplined Marine was still the real ruler of the sea.
"I got it!" Yarlin didn't make too much explanation, as if he was just casually asking and answering. He closed his eyes and listened to the "rustling" noise on the TV, quietly waiting for the night to come.
The night came as promised.
The whole town fell asleep. Yarlin suddenly opened his eyes. He and William walked out of the hotel. There was no one downstairs, and the door of the hotel was locked with a copper lock.
This was not a problem for a pirate.
The lock was pried open in two or three moves, the door was pushed open, and the two walked out of the city.
There were no street lights, the road was dark, and they didn't meet anyone along the way. The two went out of the city and walked quickly towards the sea.
On the ship, Fick was lying on the deck sleeping soundly, and the ship's doctor was sitting quietly against the wall of the ship. He wasn't sleepy yet. A pair of eyes stared at Fick for a while, and then at the transformation body lying on the ground. His eyes were full of entanglement and struggle.
He was like a mouse that wanted to escape, but was afraid that his movements would wake the cat up from its sleep.
Just as his heart was playing out countless life and death dramas, footsteps of varying depths came from under the ship. He suddenly shivered and looked down the ship.
Two dark figures nimbly climbed onto the edge of the ship and turned over.
"Fick, wake up."
Yarlin glanced at the ship's doctor expressionlessly and raised his foot to kick Fick.
Fick suddenly woke up, subconsciously clenching the dagger in his arms, and then seeing that it was Yarlin, he relaxed and got up. His voice was still a little unclear. "You two are finally back. If you didn't come back, I would have gotten off the ship to find you."
"Pack up, it's time to go."
"Oh."
A quarter of an hour later.
A group of people was walking silently on the beach. Fick was walking in front and would occasionally stop to look back. Behind him, there were seven figures carrying gunny sacks and following behind him with strange footsteps.
The flames behind him grew bigger and bigger, and the entire Via was gradually engulfed in flames. The corpses wrapped in the bottom of the ship emitted the sound of burning and deforming. A headless corpse with a black sword in its chest was also mercilessly engulfed by the flames.
"Don't look, let's go."
"It's a pity to burn it like this."
"The pirates on the Via are all dead. What's the use of keeping this ship? It must be burned clean." Yarlin didn't look back from beginning to end.
… …
The door of the inn was pushed open.
A group of people entered, the door was locked again, and the footsteps were light and slow as they walked upstairs.
On the third floor, the two doors opened. Yarlin thought for a moment and suddenly said to William: "You and the ship's doctor will stay in the outer room. Fick and I will stay in the inner room."
As he spoke, Ya Erlin entered the room, followed by Fick. Behind them, the reincarnations carrying the gunnysack entered one after another. They placed the items on the ground, then obediently crawled under the bed and laid down side by side.
The door was slowly closed.
Outside the door.
William's eyes were full of doubts, while the ship's doctor's face was full of joy.
"You let them stay together? Aren't you afraid that they will run away? "Fick closed the door and asked Yarlin in a low voice.
Yarlin stood by the window with his back to Fick. The whole person seemed to be bathed in the dim moonlight. The whole person was indescribably cold and gloomy.
"Everyone has the right to choose, choose to stay or choose to leave." Yarlin's voice was faint: "The shackles on their feet will not be me, but the bottomless selfish and vicious human nature that you can never guess."
"… …" Fick was inexplicably cold.
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