Killing God: 030 The God of Lanyanbei

The next morning, when Morrowind got up, Martin had already prepared the items he needed to go to sea. He was sitting on the roadside in front of the door smoking a cigarette, and Morrowind greeted him.

"These things look useless, but they can save lives at a critical time." Martin breathed out smoke as he watched Morrowind approach.

Morrowind didn't know what these things were for, but he didn't ask, everyone hoped that the life-saving things wouldn't have a chance to work.

"The weather is very good today, and the journey should be smooth." Martin smoked a cigarette and looked at the distant sky.

"Uncle Martin, when are we leaving?" Morrowind asked.

"When I finish smoking this tube, I will also pray to the **** of 'Lanyanbei', hahaha..." Before Morrowind could respond, he laughed out loud.

"The **** of 'Lanyanbei'?" Morrowind wondered, this was the first time he had heard of such a god.

"Of course, this is the **** the world should believe in the most," Martin said, clearing his pipe.

"Well, I don't know what this is." Morrowind candidly.

After that, Morrowind carried the necessary supplies that Martin said and walked towards the seaside. Martin told Morrowind that the boat was parked at a pier in the village. It was the only boat in the village, and the villagers could only take turns. There are not many opportunities to use it, and it must be grasped well.

Morrowind learned that the **** of "Lan Yanbei" that Martin spoke of was not a god. For Martin, it was more like a kind of faith. Faith doesn't have to be a god, isn't it?

Martin believes in Lan Yanbei. His concept is that everything in this world is empty, and only Lan Yanbei is real. Status, power, and respect from others all need Lan Yanbei's backing.

Without enough Lanyanbei, a flower stand cannot support a person's face for a long time, and happiness will not last long.

Even the romantic and freedom-loving bards and self-reliant artists have come together to sing, why? Because there are conditions to support their dreams - to be able to exchange art for Lanyanbei.

For example, in the case of couples who are in love, even if they shout long live romance all day long, true love will last forever, but when all the romance and responsibilities of life are put into practice, Lan Yanbei has also become the basis for the relationship or marriage to continue. .

"So, the **** of 'Lan Yanbei' is the greatest, at least in this chant land." Martin was very excited when he talked about this. Morrowind didn't know why, but what is a person? In this way, why it is like this, there is a process, he does not understand the process, naturally he will not evaluate the results.

Morrowind didn't say anything about Martin's statement. What he said was right and true. This is such a world, but under the same sky, it is up to you to choose how to live. It's okay to live.

The pier of the village is not far from Martin's house. After going down a few small slopes, you can see that on the far coast, there is a platform made of wood that protrudes into the water and is fixed with thick wooden stakes. , with a lot of hemp rope wrapped around it, this is the pier of the windmill village.

Walking to the pier, Morrowind saw a sailboat. It was about 20 meters long. It was quite a small boat, but the first reaction Morrowind saw was why the boat was so small. .

Indeed, Morrowind stood on the Crescent Fleet's aircraft carrier for a long time, and even a piece of wood on the deck was much larger than this sailboat. Although he has no memory of the past, this feeling is still clear.

After Morrowind and Martin boarded the boat, they found that there were already several people on it, all of them, just like Martin, with yellow skin, black hair, and a low nose.

Morrowind looked at the people on the boat suspiciously, and seemed to be asking why there were people on the boat. Seeing his appearance, Martin said, "These friends are all helping us sail the boat, you wouldn't think that the two of us are the two of us. Can you steer this sailboat?"

Martin had a rare smile and said to the people behind him, "This is a new guest in my family. If you don't want to eat rice, I'll take him out to do something." Several people on the boat next to him also laughed. .

There was no change in Morrowind's expression. He looked around on the boat, groping here, pulling there, and finally walked to the bow and stood at the forefront.

He had a feeling that it was not the first time he had stood on the bow of the boat. This kind of experience was not unfamiliar, but after that, he couldn't remember anything, and there was a gap in his memory. His life was like It started with being dragged back to the Horde by Ned.

"This guy's posture is really good." Someone behind him couldn't help but praise Morrowind when he saw Morrowind standing in the distance.

"Well, yes, the last time I saw a lieutenant standing on the bow of a warship couldn't compare to him standing on the bow of ours." More than one thought Morrowind was heroic.

"Martin, this kid looks unusual, why did he come to your house? You don't have a daughter at home." Another person turned to Martin and asked.

Martin raised his head and glanced at Morrowind, and when he saw that he was easily carrying more than a hundred large cheeses, he felt that Morrowind was definitely not ordinary. At this time, others also saw it at a glance, "Who knows, Probably got lost."

However, Martin probably casually talked about Morrowind's amnesia with these people. With regret, these people greeted Morrowind in the past and made the final preparations.

"As soon as the sun rises, we will set off, we are the children of the sun." Everyone except Morrowind, including Martin, shouted from the deck.

This is what they must do before they go to sea. They don't have to pray or worship the gods, but they must shout to the sun.

When the first rays of dawn appeared in the morning, Morrowind cut off the rope pulling the sailboat on the pier according to their assigned task. This is the custom of the windmill village. , There are many ropes that have been cut off on the wooden piles of the pier, and some have been rotted. These things that will eventually decay have witnessed the voyage again and again.

Several people in the windmill village sang the chant in the clothes. The voice was loud and rough, but it also reflected the true temperament of the sea man. Chenfeng was a little stunned. The man in the clothes stood on a sailboat that was many times bigger than the current one, raising the long sword in his hand and shouting together, but he didn't hear the sound.

In the deep water area where the sailboat sailed, the waves also started to get bigger. At this time, there was a noise from the cabin. It is normal for items in the cabin to occasionally collide at sea. Even if they heard it, no one would pay too much attention. .

But Morrowind noticed the difference, it sounded like the sound of heavy footsteps, so he opened the hatch and walked into the cabin.

A few minutes later, Morrowind climbed the deck alone.

"Uncle Martin, I have to tell you something serious." Morrowind said to Martin from the deck with no expression on his face.