Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Mark Twain, formerly known as Samuel Langham Clement, was an American writer and speaker. His representative works include the novels "Millions of Pounds", "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" and "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer". "wait.

Mark Twain himself served as a pilot on the Mississippi River, and the name "Mark Twain" means the term used by Mississippi River sailors to indicate the depth of water measured on the channel.

The thick hull cut through the quietly flowing river surface, and layers of ripples spread outward, making a crisp and clear sound.

It’s like traveling back in time to the Mississippi River Basin in central America more than 100 years ago. You can enjoy the realistic animals along the way while listening to the wind and music.

The wind with a little warmth is still blowing, pulling people's hair, taking away people's worries and confusion in the past, leaving only pure emotion and the tranquility left behind after washing the earth.

The same was true for Eri. It was probably her first time building a ship, so she had to look and walk everywhere. In the end, she lay down at the end of the hull and quietly watched the ship's rollers roll up the water and drop it. Falling, there was a burst of foamy white waves.

And I have been on the Lixiang boat for many times, and I have seen seas that are more empty and lonely than this one, I have seen seas that are more majestic, and I have seen seas with heavy rain and majestic winds. I am considered to be a less than half-skilled sailor, so I feel out of place on the boat.

Unlike everyone who was looking at the sea or the scenery along the way, she followed the openness of the surrounding landscape and looked directly at the surrounding castles.

She had seen fairy tale castles before, but the one in front of her now looked more "man-made". She didn't know if the girl had a weird temperament, but she liked the castle in front of her better.

Ritsuka was busy trying to save the world, wandering on the edge of life and death. She had no time or energy to focus her sights on the surrounding scenery.

So when she calmed down and looked around leisurely, she suddenly felt that the world was indeed wonderful.

The tall buildings in modern cities should be commonplace by now, but it is only when I take a walk at night and accidentally look up at the windows of an office building and think about the question "How can such a tall building be built?" that I suddenly realize the human nature. great.

Although I obviously live in a modern society, I can neither build a building nor explain the principles well.

Obviously I live in a modern society, enjoying all kinds of convenient props, and enjoying material wealth that is far different from the ancients, but I can't even understand how the wealth in my hands works.

Although I live in a modern society, I cannot empathize with those geniuses, and I don’t know how to dream up the fantasy of being called Disney.

How did the geniuses of the past create their own achievements from scratch?

Humanity is the winner of the planet, but not everyone is a winner.

Ritsuka has seen geniuses and heroes from countless eras, so she has a deeper understanding that the era is composed of all human beings on this planet, but the progress of the era can only rely on the dazzling souls that are rare in the world.

There will never be another Gilgamesh in the world.

There will never be another Leonardo da Vinci in the world.

There will be no second Romani Ajman in the world.

There will never be another Arthur Pendragon.

At least there is only one world. (Correction)

Having experienced countless singularities, she is convinced that there are certain existences in this world that are so dazzling.

Without him in this world, the pace of human progress has slowed down, and it may even become impossible to turn. If we continue to turn forward, we may only end up with a burning end and a dry and cracked earth at a certain moment.

There are always people born special.

——But I am not.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is just an ordinary person.

But it is precisely because she, as an ordinary person, has spent so much time with those dazzling existences that she wants to cherish this world more, this future created by the heroic spirits and the guardians of human nature.

Even if it's just a little help

"Da da."

Ritsuka suddenly felt some movement on his shoulder, and Ritsuka subconsciously turned around without feeling any danger.

"Woo——"

She found her cheek pressed against something soft and slender.

If you look carefully, you can see that Eriki is holding her finger against the side of her face behind her, with an expression of "I didn't do anything".

But Ritsuka, who had the ability to read minds, still saw a little pride in the girl's eyes.

"What a shame, you Eriyi! You're trying to do one thing on the surface but another behind the scenes, aren't you! You actually deliberately want to retaliate against me!"

Ritsuka pretended to be angry, and rushed forward to catch Eri Yi, the daring evil thief. His fingers were nimble, moving up and down, left, left, and right, as slimy as a mustard octopus.

Eri was grabbed by a ferocious beast like a hungry tiger. The girl's slender body was simply too weak to resist. She was forced to taste the pain pressing down on her body, tightening her muscles from left to right like a penguin walking. The pace was awkward.

The beast's face was buried in Eri's long dark red hair, its nose was pressed against the back of the person's neck, and from time to time, its dirty hands would sneak up on the person's armpits, like best friends who had a good relationship, laughing and playing around.

Eriki didn't know that this was a popular way of fighting among modern middle school and high school girls, but she just felt that her neck was tickled by Ritsuka's blow because of her sensitive body. Her mouth almost didn't tighten and curved into a very shallow arc. Struggling lightly.

After finally freeing her hands, Eriyi wrote quickly.

【dusk! 】

"Huh? Change the subject!"

Ritsuka's face became even sharper.

"Hmph, she is indeed the sister of Boss Na Yuan. Even the gestures and methods of making excuses are the same! That's all, I have a lot of people. I will let you off the hook today and never do it next time!"

She spoke with sincerity and sincerity as if she was giving instructions as if she were a ministry leader. The girl also moved swiftly and climbed up to the third floor of the ship with her clothes on.

The scenery is good there.

And when both of them had already walked up the stairs, the people on the first floor who were "seriously looking at the scenery, thinking about life and feeling the beauty" gradually came back to their senses.

They shook their heads mechanically, looked at each other with the strangers around them, breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged looks of "you are pretending too", and smiled in unison.

"Wow, it's really scary. It feels like a different species. Just looking over there is a kind of sacrilege."

"Yes, yes, I glanced at the girl and almost bent over."

"Aren't you a man?"

"so."

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"Brother, would you like to go to the third floor and take a look?"

"Spare me, no one wants to disturb those two people, right? Just think of it as doing a favor to the fairy who descended to earth. After death, the rooms in the underworld must be at the Vienna Hotel level."

People laughed kindly and continued to look at the American scenery by the river.

Yo.

And what about the Indians?

*

at the same time--

"Hehe. It's time to get Ritsuka-san's bracelet."

In the staff passage, the girl in the fallen couple touched the chain on her hand. As a young woman of the new era who had graduated two and a half years ago and had been working for some years, her smile was a little unreserved.

The colleague’s part-time boyfriend next to me couldn’t stand it and said righteously.

"No, no, that's a gift for the two of us, let me touch it too -" The man stopped before he could finish his words, because he saw the coldness in the girl's eyes.

"Say it with me -" the girl said, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Just hold this bracelet."

"Just hold this bracelet." The boy nodded seriously.

The girl who heard this beamed with joy, as if the two of them were having a sweet time together, they were a couple in love, and their relationship was even deeper than when they were just at Disneyland.

"But then again, it's outrageous for a good-looking person to look like that. I'm a girl who's attracted to her."

The girl in the couple tugged on her white shirt and said with emotion, as if she had difficulty breathing just thinking about it, while the man beside him answered the question intentionally.

"Hey! If you ask me, there are indeed differences in the cultural influence that men and women receive. You see, if a man sees a handsome man, he will not have any thoughts. You see, I see men on the street every day, and I never... Is there anything exciting to say——"

"Excuse me, little brother, is this the queuing area for the [Luxury Mark Twain] project?"

Suddenly, before the man could say anything, he was interrupted by a burst of hot air in his ear.

It was a hoarse and thick voice, with inexplicable magnetism, deep and powerful. The palms on his shoulders were extremely hot and wide. Although they were just gently placed on his shoulders, they seemed to feel as heavy as a mountain.

It's majestic, but not overwhelming.

What followed was an inexplicable mellow and thick aroma.

Maybe it’s because the accent is not local, and the smell reminds me of foreigners’ deodorant, but it’s not that pungent, instead it’s mild and has a long aftertaste.

It's like a library in the deep forest, with birds singing softly on the branches and broken light falling into the gaps between the pages. The old man wore tortoiseshell glasses, and turned the pages of the book with his slender fingers. The gentle clattering sound was the beginning of the movement, elegant and tranquil.

In fact, that man did so.

The old man took off his black suit. The old white shirt inside smelled like sunshine. He had a purple scarf tucked into his collar and silver glasses on his nose. He smiled faintly.

It combines the softness of merino wool, the tallness of Canadian red pine and the spiciness of Scotch whiskey. Just like an old piano handmade by a famous craftsman, it is inexplicably touching.

When the man turned around, he was suddenly stunned. It was his girlfriend who helped answer the question.

When the old man got the definite answer, he smiled politely and nodded his thanks, and immediately walked towards the queue with the two old men beside him.

Only then did the girlfriend remember her boyfriend. Just when she was about to turn around and say a few words, she found that he was still staring blankly.

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The girlfriend was also in disbelief, so she followed the man's gaze and found that he was staring at the old man's abdomen.

The white shirt shows a little color under the sun, and the old man's clear muscle lines are naturally obvious, as hard and handsome as plaster sculptures.

The man swallowed his saliva, with a look of envy and admiration, and a trace of unknown longing, which was quite ambiguous.

When the woman saw this, her eyes widened at the man in disbelief.

you? !

ps: I have thought about Angers’ ability, which is that it can change the flow rate of time without changing the kinetic energy. It doesn’t really matter whether it is the timeline or the time field or something else, but that’s the ability anyway. Ignoring Chu Zihang's statement in Ryuji and the so-called "Setsuna's superior version" explanation in Inuyama Kaizhan's narration, they are fundamentally contradictory to each other.

If he accelerates, Angers is basically invincible. He can kill fifty times the speed and thousands of times the kinetic energy without hurting himself. There is no limit to the reaction force and he can kill any target except the Dragon King.

Therefore, my assumption is that the information on Ange’s voice and spirit collected by the European Secret Party is wrong, and it is a smoke bomb released by Ange.

So if I later write that Ange's ability is to slow down others or speed up himself, that's not the author's intention, but just the secret party's understanding. Just think of it as a foreshadowing.

I have been very busy recently. I have been working continuously for more than ten days. I have no time to study the details. If you see any problems, I will correct them. If I don’t correct them, then I am laying down clues.

We are finally approaching two-thirds of the way through this volume.

Damn it, why am I writing so long again? I really can’t stop it and want to write everything.