A human fleet that has never been seen in history sails towards an ancient and unknown country in the distant sea. The surging power brought by magic machinery splits the waves. Ancient races from the deep sea lead the route together with the legendary dragons, protecting the safety of the fleet. This scene, almost everyone thinks that it will only appear in the stories of the bard.

Byron looked into the distance on the deck of the cold winter, and the oncoming cold wind was filled with the fishy smell from the ocean. At some point, he had become completely accustomed to this smell, and the magnificence and shock that arises when facing the vast ocean.

A sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the sky. Byron subconsciously looked up and saw a black dragon approaching the deck of the Winter like a dark cloud falling from the sky. Before it completely landed, the huge figure had quickly turned into a human form in the chaotic light and shadow. A young man with short black hair, brown skin, black eyes and a pleasant smile.

This is one of the "escort officers" sent by Tarlond to protect the fleet and guide the route, named Mokruel.

The black dragon, which turned into a human form, landed on the deck and came to Byron in a brisk step, and said in a relaxed tone: "We are crossing the Eternal Storm Sea. We are lucky, and the weather along the way is very good...the sea conditions are also good."

"Is this the Eternal Storm Sea? That scary storm at the beginning?" Byron suddenly showed a shocked look, raised his head and looked around the sea that slowly undulating in the breeze. Except for the shadows of some islands and reefs that could be seen in the extreme distance, there was nothing in this sea area. "I saw nothing..."

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"Because the ancient power that once occupied this sea area has completely disappeared, and the things that once stood here no longer exist," Heilongqing shook his head lightly. His originally relaxed and happy appearance is a little solemn at this moment. "Our current location is an ancient launch site. There was a battle of fate that changed everything here...but now, everything has passed."

As he said, he lowered his head, his eyes as if he was about to see the scene in the distant deep sea through the layers of decks and cabins: "But at the bottom of the sea, there are still some things left, which are ancient ruins that have not been destroyed by war, representing the glory of Tallond's past... Perhaps one day, we will reproduce those ancient technologies."

"For humans with short lifespans, that's really a distant history," Byron shrugged. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never have thought that there were so many forgotten secrets hidden in this world."

"I heard you were an adventurer," the young man from the Black Dragon laughed and looked at Byron with some curiosity. "I also heard that when you were young, you also explored ancient ruins and searched for lost history in forgotten woods. Is this true?"

Byron was slightly stunned for a moment, and his expression was a bit strange and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Well... I was an adventurer at the beginning. In our human society, adventurers and adventurers are different, do you understand?"

"Is that true?" The Black Dragon Young Man was surprised. "I thought these two words mean the same... Sorry, I have never left Tallond before and I don't know much about the vocabulary of the human world. Is there any difference between these two professions?"

Byron thought about it carefully and began to explain to the escort in front of him that he had summarized valuable experience in his life: "Simply put, adventurers want money but not life, adventurers don't want money or life..."

The escort Mo Keruel immediately showed a thoughtful look, and asked casually: "What's the money and death?"

"The smart people are both money and death," Byron immediately sorted out his naval cloak and messy hair like a bandit leader, and said seriously, "A person like this later became a naval marshal."

...

The bow of the ship Mary on the ice split the cold waves of the northern seas. The low roar of the machine operation in the engine compartment turned into a vague buzzing sound after several layers of partitions and filtering of silenced notes. It came from the depths of the deck. The old man in a short black robe and a black soft hat leaned against the guardrail on the side of the ship and looked into the distance with excitement and expectation. A heavy parchment book floated beside him, and an unstoppable quill was writing quickly, leaving lines of words and symbols on the blank pages of the parchment book.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and a young woman dressed in adventurer passed by. After seeing the old man leaning against the railing, the lady in a hunting suit and armed with arms stopped curiously: "Mr. Modir...what are you doing?"

"Can't you see it? Observe and record it," Modir said without looking back, "it's the basic quality of an adventurer to pay attention to all the interesting details he saw during his journey and record them accurately and in time."

"Is that...I'm just an adventurer and can't quite understand what an "adventurer" like you pursue," the young lady waved her hand. "Anyway, as long as you stop doing things like jumping into the sea and chasing sharks or flying to the sky to race with dragons... Although everyone on the ship has now confirmed that you are a powerful spellcaster, please think more for ordinary people with fragile nerves who serve as crew members. They are not the kind of well-trained Imperial soldiers on the Winter."

"Ah...oh oh yes, you're right, Miss Rora," Modir finally turned back from the outboard view of the boat, and patted his head in aware of it, "Please rest assured, now I'm invisible in advance when I do this."

The corner of her mouth twitched - after a sea journey, the adventurers riding on the "Mary on the Ice" were already familiar with each other. Although they could not achieve the battlefield friendship of experiencing life and death together, according to the "industry habits", everyone is considered a teammate in a large adventure team. She also became familiar with the strong master named Modir in front of her from the beginning with awe and vigilance. To be fair, this old mage who seemed to have a little memory problem is actually a very easy person to get along with. He is very powerful, but he does not have the arrogance and coldness of an old-school mage, but sometimes... the old man's style of acting really makes the people around him nervous.

As a great adventurer (at least he claims to be so), Modir has done a lot of things he wants along the way. He suddenly jumped from the boat when he sensed something in the deep sea, and suddenly flew up and stood shoulder to shoulder with the dragon more than once. To be honest, if it weren't for confirming it personally, Rora would have suspected that the main purpose of this old man's participation in the adventure group was to die halfway...

Some thoughts of disrespect for the elders changed into her mind. Lola quickly restrained her drifting thoughts, and then looked at the parchment book floating beside the old master curiously. As a veteran hunter with pretty good living conditions, she had read some books before promoting general education in the empire, and thought she was a "learning" among the group of big and thick adventurers. However, when her eyes swept over the dense words and symbols on the pages, a natural doubt rose from her heart - Is the books she read in the first twenty years all fake?

"The things you recorded..." the young hunter rubbed his eyes, "Why can't I understand a word?"

"Ahh, this is really not easy to understand... I was sorting out the changes in the magic environment on the sea during the entire voyage and the disturbance between disordered turbulence and the high atmosphere," Modil laughed, his eyes flying in his eyes, "I'm not just a casual record. Do you know there is a team of scholars on board who are sailing on the ship? They are responsible for recording the weather and magic data of the far sea and accumulating information for the exploration of the imperial ocean. I talked to one of their scholars a few days ago. They need these records of meteorology and magic. So at this time, I was essentially serving the imperial... "

Rora looked at the old master unexpectedly and said, "I can't tell, you are still very...why do you say that very fashionable sentence? Oh, it has a sense of responsibility as an imperial citizen."

"Is that true? Probably," the old mage grabbed Bai Cangcang's hair and said with some uncertainty, "I think I should do something for this country...some...a sense of obligation? I seem to have an obligation to do something..."

The old man's eyes suddenly became a little confused, as if his fragile memory system had suddenly fallen into a vicious cycle again. Something that had been completely forgotten but had a subtle mark in his instinct made him trouble. This was not the first time that Rora saw the old wizard fall into this strange state. She immediately spoke, and her voice deliberately raised a little: "Old man, you have recorded so many things every day and insisted on recording them for so many years. Even if these things are not sorted, revised and summarized, it is probably an amazing work, right?"

After being interrupted by the hunter, Modir seemed to wake up in an instant. He immediately smiled and shook his head: "It's probably a bit exaggerated to say that it's a book. I'm not a person who is good at writing books and biography... But I have indeed recorded a lot of things in my life. Have you seen this thick book? I'm already full of... "

His voice suddenly got stuck in the middle of his speech, and the trance caused by the lack of memory seemed to appear again. The old mage frowned little by little, muttering in a low voice as if he was talking to himself: "I have recorded a lot of things, I remember... There is a record that was lost by me, and it seems that it was lost many years ago... It contains many great adventures on it, and I seem to have lost them..."

Seeing Modir fall into a trance again, Rora couldn't help but say loudly again: "Old man, you..."

"Ah, don't be so loud, girl," Modir suddenly turned his head, with a faint smile on his face. His eyes had returned to clearness, and he waved his hand gently, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. I've been here for so many years... Maybe I've lived for too long, and there were some problems in my memory, and even my soul... It seems that there are a little bit of problems, but overall everything is fine, at least I haven't fallen to the point where I want to be cared for by juniors like you."

The old mage breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was calming his restless and empty memory. Lola looked at the old man's eyes and said hesitantly after a long time: "I heard... what did you go to Tallond to find back?"

"Ah, yes, I mentioned this to Mr. Azkar on the boat," Modir smiled softly, "I'm going to Tallond to find something... something important to me."

"How could you lose something in the kingdom of the dragon?" Rolla said in disbelief, "that was the kingdom that was blocked by eternal storms on the other side of the ocean. Except for the dragon, no ordinary creature can freely communicate..."

"I don't know, I don't remember anything," Modir shook his head and said slowly. "I don't know what I'm going to look for, nor where that 'thing' is thrown. I just have a feeling that I have lost something very important in Tallond...I have to find it back."

His voice was slow and firm, as if he had a kind of persistence from the soul. The glory of the huge sun shone from the sky. The bright sunlight seemed to penetrate the body of the old master at this moment, making his whole body become hazy and transparent, and even vaguely see the vast sea scenery behind him-

Luola's heart suddenly jumped, and she blinked in a hurry, but found that the scene just now had disappeared like an illusion. The old mage stood there, his figure was real, not becoming hazy and illusory, and there was no sunlight passing through his translucent body.

...

On the broken coastline of the southeast coast, the newly built coastal county is bathing in the glory of the extreme day.

The red dragon Calador stood on a small floating island floating in the air outside the city, squinted his eyes and paid attention to the movements on the sea and on the coast.

A circle of newly built walls protects the residential area located in the safe area of ​​the coastline. The walls are built with a mixture of boulders and molten metal. Although they are far less exquisite and luxurious than the palace walls and pavilions, they reveal a rough beauty in the sun. Compared with the "wind-wearing nests" that were completely piled up with ruins and garbage, these walls have at least been carefully planned and designed and constructed with more regular construction. The relatively sufficient labor force recently and newly mined building materials from nearby islands make the walls at least neat and sturdy - they are at least real city walls, rather than windshield slopes piled up with garbage.

At this time, the team responsible for hunting had gone out to sea. The soldiers responsible for cleaning up the wild areas around the town had not returned yet. They were responsible for building houses and the dragons who leveled the land were busy in large open spaces on the outer edge of Binhai County. No member's time was wasted and no energy was wasted in irrelevant places.

Calador withdrew his gaze toward the town, and suddenly had a more real understanding of the word "live".

This is an experience that dragons have never experienced before, an unimaginable situation in the "cradle period". It is difficult, difficult, full of challenges and embarrassment, but...

Labor can change the environment, and efforts can ensure your survival. The establishment and maintenance of Binhai County requires the efforts of every member of the ethnic group. All individuals are valuable and all hard work is meaningful.

This is indeed the feeling of "living", not that beautiful, not that easy, not like the romance I imagined, and even a little painful, but... it's really good to be alive.
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