Listening to the crisp sound of falling water, Victor once doubted whether his divination was wrong.
The person who bumped into him ran forward quickly. He was so short that Victor didn't even see who he was.
The leather box is waterproof, so he is not worried about it getting wet. Victor is worried about the contents inside, mainly the golems...
"Something fell into the water!"
The shipping staff stood on the dock and shouted, and the people who were still getting on the ship seemed panicked.
Victor's face looked ugly, and he began to take off his coat, preparing to jump down and fish out the suitcase.
But at this moment, he touched his pocket and found that his wallet was gone...
Thinking back to the person who hit him just now, Victor instantly understood.
Damn it, are you trying to pick something on my head?
He was very angry. Fortunately, his wallet only contained money and nothing else. His important items were all in his suitcase and the inner pocket of his clothes.
At this time, suddenly a figure plunged into the sea water, swam vigorously under the water between the ship and the dock, and finally grabbed the suitcase.
The workers on the revetment lowered the rope ladder and pulled the man up.
Victor looked at the other person and found that he was a young man with an ordinary appearance, a flat head, and the skin on his face was a bit rough.
The guy put on a smile and kept nodding and bowing when he saw the security personnel at the pier, looking extremely humble.
After saying hello, he ran onto the connecting bridge, went up to the deck and returned the suitcase to Victor's hands.
Victor stared at the man, doubts arose in his heart.
I don't know him personally, so why would this guy try so hard to help him pick up his things? He was even soaked.
"Thank you, sir, there is nothing I can do in return..."
Victor was polite, but his expression was cold.
After hearing this, the other party hurriedly waved his hand and told him: "No, no, no, I don't need you to pay anything, just a little money."
It turns out it costs money, no wonder...
Although Victor was willing to pay, he always felt that this guy's motives were strange, so he asked, "Oh, really? Then how much should I pay you?"
"Um... I need money for a ferry ticket. It's not a VIP room, just... an economy ticket."
Seeing the smile on his face, Victor was even more surprised.
"Sorry sir, I just saw that you jumped from the deck. This proves that you have passed the ticket gate..."
His question made the man very embarrassed. The man scratched the back of his head and replied: "Because... because my ticket itself is a bill paid by someone else, and I owe someone else money..."
The price of an economy ticket is not expensive, but in fact the passengers who buy this ticket cannot afford to stay in the guest rooms of the cruise ship, and most of them are crowded in the cargo hold below the deck.
Those people are immigrants, workers or some other ethnic groups, who are discriminated against.
Is the man in front of me really that poor?
Victor casually asked his name, and the other party replied: "Ah... my name is Pickman, Pickman Vanley. It's an honor to meet you, sir."
Pickman…
Victor muttered the other person's name softly, and then put the suitcase back on.
"Just now, my wallet was stolen, but I have money to pay for your ferry ticket."
Upon hearing this, Pickman's eyes instantly shone and he kept thanking him.
He jumped into the sea to help and deserved to be rewarded. Victor had no objection to this and finally took out a few coins from the suitcase and gave them to him.
Then the two of them parted ways on the deck, and the other party stood together with the passengers who had purchased economy tickets, waiting for the ship's arrangements.
Victor was invited into the cabin and found his room along the corridor.
After entering, Victor put down his things, then came out immediately, went to the corridor to find the shipping staff, and told him about the theft of his wallet.
Unexpectedly, after a while, the first mate of the passenger ship came and asked seriously what happened.
"You mean the thief got on our ship?"
"It seems so, I didn't see him being kicked off." Victor replied briefly.
The bearded mate was very concerned about this matter and immediately ordered the staff to investigate the guests on the ship.
Of course, their main target was those passengers who bought economy tickets. When Victor walked out of the deck, he had already discovered that a staff member had opened the door to the cargo hold on the deck and went in to search.
Catch the thief, catch the thief, there are many important VIP passengers on the ship, and they will not stop sailing because of this incident.
After a while, the Northern Faith set off, sailed away from Port Violet and headed for the sea.
Its route is close to the western coastline and heading north, so the scenery along the coast has never been out of people's sight.
Many passengers crowded onto the deck and admired the coastal scenery of Secred from the edge of the ship.
Victor came to the leisure area, sat on a chair and blew in the sea breeze.
After a while, a waiter came over and asked him what he wanted to order.
Victor said no and sent him away.
"How cowardly..."
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, remembering the days when he was basking in the sun on the balcony on the second floor of Damon's house.
At this time, a voice came from the table next to him. It was the voice of a young man. He was chanting an obscure and mysterious poem.
"Pluck thought that he was sure that his horse could catch up with her with only two or three strides... She was a great goddess, coming with the moonlight."
"Her gaze eases the pain of the king's body and the anguish of his soul, and her song lulls men to sleep and comforts the souls of the dead."
"She rides on a gleaming white horse and has three magical birds..."
"However, the distance between the two did not close in the slightest. The king vigorously urged the horses to pursue her at full speed, but found that it was in vain to try to catch up with her."
Who would recite poetry during a boat trip?
Victor couldn't help but become curious. He looked at the young man, but his eyes couldn't help being attracted by the man's red hair.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yes, red hair, mysterious bloodline, almost exactly the same as Victor's red hair.
The other party was immersed in the book in his hand, still reading the wonderful fantasy in the book calmly.
He has a delicate appearance and excellent skin, almost comparable to that of Griffith. However, unlike Griffith's pretty face, this man's whole body is filled with the aura of a scholar.
The cover of the book can be seen by Victor's eyes, and the title on the cover is also very clear - "The Book of Taliesin".
This is an epic that records the legends and myths of ancient Aenannia, and can be borrowed from ordinary libraries.
Just when Victor was curious, the young man noticed his gaze, closed the book gently, and smiled naturally at Victor.
Even though he could see that Victor had the same red hair, the other party didn't show the slightest surprise.
"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Victor himself felt embarrassed first.
The man shook his head slightly and answered calmly: "The story I just told comes from the relationship between the human king Plaque II of ancient Ainannia and his wife Rhiannon, the goddess of horses.
love legend."
"Fairy tale?" Victor asked politely.
The other party nodded slightly, still smiling, like a professor answering questions for curious students: "According to legend, when Lord Plaque II ascended the throne of Albers, the goddess of horses appeared, exuding a golden glow.
The light came riding on a beautiful white horse."
"The king was deeply attracted by such a scene. He quickly rode on his fastest horse to pursue the goddess. But... even though the goddess's mount seemed to be walking leisurely, Plaque's horse chased her no matter what.
If they don't fall in love with each other, the distance between them won't get any closer."
"When the king knew that his pursuit was hopeless and called her in despair, the goddess suddenly reined in the reins and stopped where she was, and told him that her name was Rhiannon."
At this point in the story, Victor nodded as if he thought he understood, and interjected: "Maybe that goddess can use some kind of magic. Now it's invisible magic."
The red-haired young man did not deny it, but suddenly changed the topic and said: "The Goddess of Horses is a legend that the Ainanni people talk about, and it is also the origin of my name. Mr. No. 99, I am Rianlong Mabi.
Nuojiang, a new member of the Anti-Suppression Department, I am very happy to meet you here."