C11 The Legend of the Gods

Hillpeter looked at Jimmy before him with some surprise, not so much because he could skillfully perform the duties of more than one position, but because he argued the

motives for his defense.

It seemed the word coward was not to be uttered in front of Jimmy.

"Questioning or not questioning aside for a moment ...... I've heard that you Drifters call your flying ships home, what will happen to your family members when you're gone?"

Jimmy's originally ignited fighting spirit seemed like a balloon that was poked and leaked by Hilpeter's question.

"They're dead, from this damn thunderstorm.

We thought it was going to be a normal thunderstorm, with our flying ships that wouldn't have any effect at all, but we were wrong.

A force came out of nowhere, it was like it grabbed the flying ship and slammed us into the ground, in the meantime we used up all of our plume of air, the power

We used up all our plumes, and put the engines on full power, but the ship continued to fall as if it had suddenly lost its lift.

Eventually it fell on a hillside about ten kilometers east of Acorn."

At this point, Jimmy suddenly became agitated, and the hand in which he was gripping his hat jerked so hard that the whole thing was clutched into a ball.

"No! This is definitely demonic power! Our response plan is not wrong! There's definitely something wrong with that power!"

The three Hilpets looked at each other, and they looked at Jimmy with the compassionate expression of a man who had been there.

"Jimmy, it really isn't your fault, because that was the first thing I ordered when we encountered the thunderstorm cloud.

If the captain hadn't withdrawn my order, then what happened to us could have been the same as what happened to your family."

"You guys? You guys traveled through a thunderstorm cloud?"

"Yes."

"How?"

The three men looked at each other in disbelief, then Hilpeter held out a finger and pointed faintly upward.

Jimmy's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How? We were planning to do the same thing, and we couldn't even maintain our altitude, let alone go up."

"That's where our captain is over the top, he noticed from a long way off that something wasn't right with the thundercloud."

Jimmy froze for half a second, then suddenly put his hands on the table and leaned forward, arching his back.

"Please do make me a crew member of the Crescent Moon!"

His voice was so loud that it was disproportionate to his young stature and drew sideways glances from everyone in the Chamber.

Hilpeter hurriedly stood him back up as he sighed and said, "You do seem to be a skilled crew member, but I have something to ask you.

Your family's flying ship crashed, didn't it? Why do you look as if nothing happened to you?"

Though Jimmy stood up straight, he still hung his head with a sad look on his face.

"The altitude was dropping so rapidly that the crash was irreversible, and I tried to release my sister in a feather balloon.

I knew there was no way to float her away with that level of buoyancy, but I just wanted her to live ......

But it was such a humble wish that didn't come true.

By then the air currents had become very mixed, not only downward winds, but also raging crosswinds, and we had just come on deck when we were hit by a

gust of manic crosswinds that blew us off the flying ship.

When I awoke I found myself hanging from a tree, miraculously unhurt, but my sister was not so lucky

She was not so lucky.

She had been run through the chest by a sharp branch that the wind had blown off, and by the time I found her she was gone from this world.

The flying ship crashed not far away, and I ran over to it, finding my charred father in the burning wreckage and my fallen and disfigured

mother ......"

Jimmy's telling stopped, his shoulders twitching as his hands grasped his hat to cover his entire face.

Hillpeter smoked quietly, waiting for Jimmy's emotions to settle down.

"Did you bury your family properly?"

Seeing Jimmy nod, Hillpeter knocked the ashes out of his pipe, looked Jimmy straight in the eyes and said, "Can you take me to them?"

"Hey! Hillpeter, overdo it ......"

"Almost enough, he's still a kid!"

Hillpeter ignored his companion's words, still looking Jimmy straight in the eye.

Jimmy nodded again, his eyes reddened but penetrating with determination.

"Mr. First Mate, is this the final test?"

Hillpeter stood up, patted Jimmy on the shoulder and smiled, "Yes."

The direction of the wreckage was recognizable, where a faint black smoke still drifted up.

Not far from the unrecognizable flying boat, which had burned beyond recognition, were three bulging mounds of earth, with a shovel thrown beside it with only half a

handle of a shovel.

Hillpeter patted Jimmy on the shoulder and said, "It's been months since you've been gone, go say goodbye to them."

Accepted Jimmy could no longer pretend to be strong, tears gurgled from his eyes, wiping them away as he walked toward the graves of his loved ones.

He wiped away tears as he walked to the graves of his loved ones.

The three Hilpets turned their backs, they couldn't bear to look.

Stepping onto the airship and being covered with dirt was a good ending, not many people would retire as peacefully as the oldest deputy, Anthony.

They had a chat and were envious of Anthony's full body retirement.

Luckily, they followed a captain with extraordinary sailing skills, if they followed the merchant fleet's flying boat, then the end would be miserable.

It was common for merchant fleet ships to crash.

The merchants didn't care about the safety of the flying boats, they wanted capacity, profit margins, and illegal modifications to haul more stuff.

Moreover, these heavy and bulky ships were always targeted by air pirates.

In the face of the flexible air pirate boat, the modified commercial flying boat can't even hide, can't even run, can only wait for the other side to pick up the gangway and then

The other side can only wait to be picked up by the other side and then fight for their lives.

Not to mention the extreme weather phenomenon of thunderstorm clouds, the news that the Crescent Moon was still able to sail in thunderstorm weather would soon spread because no one else could predict the attack of the descending air currents in advance.

They then chatted about the ghostly fog that had suddenly appeared during the voyage.

The three of them looked at each other and shivered in unison, they counted on their fingers, following Albert, they had dodged the scythe of death no less than twenty times.

On the way back to the city, the three of them walked in front of them in silence, Jimmy behind them without saying a word until they returned to Acorn Town.

"Why don't you two go for a stroll, about an hour of free time, and then meet back here when the time is up."

Hilpeter said to the two crew members.

"What are you doing there?"

"I'm taking him to get some groceries! Or else use your toothbrush or something?"

Hillpeter said, turning back to greet Jimmy, who was surprised to find a crow perched on Jimmy's shoulder, which came up to Jimmy's ear like it was whispering something.

whispering something.

He waved the crow away and said, "Jimmy, you're just going to let it jump all over you? Birds are straight, aren't you afraid it'll pull on you?"

Jimmy scratched his cheek and said, "I've been attracted to critters since I was a kid, especially birds, it's fine."

"Come on, let's get you some groceries and stuff."

"I wasn't able to find the box to hide the money in the sea of fire, so ......"

"I'll just pad it for you, daily necessities can cost a few bucks, big deal, you can give it to me when you're paid zuh-zuh."

Albert realized that he had fallen asleep.

With a jolt he sat up, copied his pocket watch and glanced at it, greatly relieved.

Gathering up the charts and locking them away, he stepped out of the captain's cabin, and after instructing his men to keep a lookout, he slipped away toward Acorn.

His destination was the Acorn Town Air Harbor, which had been destroyed by a thunderstorm cloud.

It was currently nine o'clock, so if Ampton and the others had hurried fast they should have already reached the rendezvous point.

As expected, at the entrance of the messy air port office, Walter was covered in mud pulling the reins of two horses, and on the side stood a man who was equally dumbfounded as Walter.

A dazed Upton stood beside him.

It was not until he saw Albert waving his hand that Upton let out a breath, but then it was lifted again.

"Ah ...... I knew that just this level of bad weather wouldn't stop you, Mr. Albert."

"Well, it's pretty much ready to go and we'll be ready to go as soon as Hilpeter brings back the new crew."

The plan was unchanged and Ampton was finally completely relieved.

"What about him?"

Albert asked, pointing aside at Walter.

"Had a little accident."

"Now find an inn and a shower and a change of clothes, ah, better get another meal, the meals on the flying ship can be a bit ......"

Albert had a you-know-what look on his face, but he seemed to have forgotten that Ampton's father, John, had been a ship-running merchant himself, not to mention the fact that they had

experienced generations of drifting in search of it.

But Upton did not reject Albert's good intentions, after cleaning up his own image, he found Albert on the first floor of the inn, who was fiddling with small objects.

By the look on Albert's face, Upton knew that something was wrong.

It was an object similar in shape to a pocket watch, with hands and rough scales on it.

Ampton thought that this should be Albert's homemade thing, because there was a writing next to the scale on it that even he, with his royal erudition, could not recognize.

Script.

Albert frowned at the pointer on the object, shaking the lid a few times and opening it to look at it again, as if in disbelief that it was pointing in the right direction.

as if in disbelief at the direction it was pointing.

"What is this object? Is something wrong with it?"

Albert's brow stretched and he rubbed his forehead.

"This object is called a compass, I made it myself, there's no way it could have gone wrong.

On the contrary, the magnetic field of this world, how come it always changes periodically?"

The meal was served by Walter, and instead of rushing to eat, Upton stirred his cup of tea and mused along with Albert's question.

"I don't understand what a magnetic field is ...... Could that have anything to do with the day? Today is the day of the legendary descent of the sun god, Hyperion."

Albert laughed dryly, he had plenty to spit at this sun god who never rested.

"This sun god descends once a month? Physiological periods aren't even as accurate as his oh ......"

He muttered as he wiped off the scale taped to his compass and redrew it.

"Every month? That would have something to do with the day, in the Sun God Cult, today of every month is the day to welcome the salary."

Albert froze, suddenly remembering that First Mate Hillpeter was a member of the Cult of the Sun, and every time Albert whined at the sun, Hillpeter whined at him.

"And what do you believe in, Mr. Upton ......"

"The Sun God."

"Ah, that's so sorry, I shouldn't ......"

Looking at the embarrassed Albert, Ampton waved his hand.

"It's okay, the dogma of the Sun God religion is very gentle, it doesn't have sharp oppositions or harsh dogmas, which leads to every congregation being easygoing and

and easy-going.'

Albert put the compass back into his pocket and began to eat, Albert was curious to hear what Ampton had to say about those legendary gods.

"I'm sorry, I've only been here for five years, and a lot of what I've heard about the gods I've only been able to hear the version in the marketplace legends."

He started a conversation, hoping that Ampton would go on to say something about God, and Ampton opened his mouth slowly, just as he had hoped.

"It seems that Your Excellency is not systematically educated ......

Ah no, that statement is not meant to be derogatory, in fact on being systematically educated wouldn't have learned a navigational art as subtle as yours.

About God, it has two versions, one is the version known by the general public, and the other is the version that only the royal family knows and wants to believe, which one do you want to hear?"

Albert chose the latter without hesitation, he was more interested in hearing the version handed down by the royal family than the myths that had been passed down in the folklore.

Ampton nodded, put down his knife and fork, interlocked his hands, and began the narrative.

"Now we know that our world consists of three continental islands and a bewildering number of small empty islands, but it wasn't like that at the beginning of creation.

At the beginning of creation there were no empty islands, no blue sea, not even a sun.

The Sun God, Hebron, came to dispel the darkness and endless silence, and light began to shine on the earth, and life was born.

The light was a projection of Heberon's consciousness, and the life brought by this projection also inherited Heberon's imagination. Thus, human beings, like other animals and birds, came out of Heberon's imagination.

It was not long before an ancient god descended upon the world.

At first, Hyperion did not feel the malice of this ancient god, and this lonely sun god even wanted to share the world with him.

However, as time passed, Hyperion realized that the ancient god had affected the lives he created, and they became violent, selfish, and even killed each other.

The original peaceful world gradually disappeared, which made Heberon very angry.

A 10,000 year war between the two gods began.

The powerful and angry sun god, Hyperion, eventually won and killed the soul of the ancient god.

In order to prevent the ancient god's body from contaminating the world, Hyperion chose to devour the ancient god's body.

However, he was also attacked by the power that did not belong to him. Although he tried his best to suppress that power, Heber Dragon inevitably became violent and temperamental.

irritable and temperamental."