Don't compete with fairy tale vests

Central Plains was also dumbfounded.

After witnessing all this, the cadres of the port mafia fell into a momentary aphasia.

The group's biggest reliance—the white whale—is a colossus for Yokohama.

But in front of this silver whaling ship, the huge white whale looks very normal in this contrast.

Against the silver three-masted ship, the Beluga Whale hardly looked out of the ordinary.

But not only that, this whaling ship is not only of such a huge size, otherwise it would not make Nakahara Chuya and Mori Ogai fall into such a shock.

Tons of high-purity silver that can only be revealed from the ground under the constant washing of the lavender tears of Ahalai, the insect of sorrow, are gathered here.

The high-purity silver can even reflect a dizzying luster under sunlight, and those finely carved edges and corners are shining brightly.Silver replaced the role of wood and metal in the manufacture of the hull, and replaced the need for manpower with exquisite machinery. Except for the silver-haired boy standing on the deck, there was no one on the whaling ship.

At the bow of the ship is a peculiar sculpture.The figure in the sculpture is a girl, and the craftsman who sculpted her interpreted every detail of the girl with the material of silver.

But the sculpture of the girl made Kurikawa Soryu feel a little familiar, and he vaguely rejected the sacred expression of the girl sculpture with closed eyes.

It shouldn't be like this, the chestnut-haired youth who controlled Ahalai thought so, this child obviously didn't exist in his memory, but Kurikawa Soryu felt that this girl was so familiar to him.

Even Kurikawa Soryu's mind is still filled with some impressions of the girl, she should be smiling, jumping up and down, and carefree, instead of such a dead expression with her eyes closed.

"When did you meet?" Kurikawa Soryu muttered to himself, but after meeting his parents, he had more doubts. He always felt that he was only one step away from the truth, but there was always some power preventing him from approaching the truth.

The ethereal cry of the white whale resounded over Yokohama, and it also called Kurikawa Soryu's attention. He realized that he shouldn't stay on such things for too long at this moment. The "Sword of Damoris" on everyone's head in Yokohama.

The white whale chirped again.

But this time, Kurikawa Soryu seemed to understand its emotions.

The distinctive whaling ship seemed to make the sea elf named Moby Dick very excited. Almost from the moment it appeared, the silver whaling ship immediately became the object of hatred of the white whale.

Its huge tail thrashed excitedly in the air, and for the first time since Moby Dick was transformed, Herman Melville saw his old partner produce such vivid emotional fluctuations, which also made the otherwise impossible The old man who completely controlled the mechanized Beluga Whale was even more difficult and slow to control Moby Dick.

But Herman didn't feel much anger, and even vaguely felt a sense of relief in his heart, which seemed to make him see some hope to free himself and his old partner from the shackles.

"Hermann."

Hearing his name being called by the leader of the group, Herman Melville finally closed the corners of his mouth and regained his slightly sad expression.

Seeing Fitzgerald's irritable expression, the old man was able to guess what the group leader would say next.

It was rare for Herman to be so impatient. For the first time, he jumped ahead of the blond man and said, "Moby Dick probably won't be under my control for a while."

Sensing his old friend's anger, the old man added fuel to the fire with a shrug.

"This little fellow has been persistent in trying to capsize all the whalers."

"Don't play tricks, Herman," Fitzgerald snorted coldly, dismissing the old man's words.

The man put down his glass and glanced coldly at Herman's direction, his eyes were full of anger and warning: "You should know that, if something happens to the combination, you won't be able to escape, ambition, courage and the overall situation In view, I am sure that Mr. Melville will not lack for one."

After saying all this with a smirk, Fitzgerald pressed the empty wine bottle on the tablecloth vigorously, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The gray-haired old man just watched the leader leave silently, without saying anything more.

It's useless to say more, Herman deeply understands this point, everything may have been wrong since he passively accepted Fitzgerald's suggestion.

"Ambition and the overall situation? It really matters."

The old man sighed, and smiled reminiscently: "But who said that freedom is not?"

"I miss it a little bit, my old friend from Germany. I didn't listen to your advice at the beginning, but it's too late to say this now."

The owner of the white whale smiled helplessly. The old man took out a pocket watch from his chest pocket. The totem engraved on the copper case was two snakes devouring each other, one black and one white.

Herman caressed the pocket watch, seemingly immersed in his own memories: "Since I have come to Japan, I really want to meet the heir you mentioned in person."

No matter how agitated the manipulator's heart is, the confrontation between the white whale and Ahalai's whaling ship is still going on.

Mori Ogai suffered a dark loss, and the public relations plan that was urgently spent in conjunction with the special ability special agent class to spend a huge amount of money was very effective. At least this matter is still being discussed on the Internet as entertainment.

Due to the special situation in Yokohama, the people are still obedient to all these arrangements, but if the time is prolonged, it will be difficult to say.

Kurikawa Soryu also understood this truth, and he had the intention of making a quick decision from the very beginning.

The white whale looked at the opposite ship vigilantly. It was its nightmare and what it hated the most. Even though the machinery was about to replace its brain tissue, the magic of thinking was still inspired by instinct when it saw the whaling ship come out.

The white whale whined, its huge and powerful tail stirred up the airflow, making the clouds mottled and distorted, churning in the air like waves, and the wind was also endowed with killing intent.

It's just that all malice has no effect on Ahalai or Schramfen, they are monsters who are only loyal to their own emotions.

The distorted and frantic laughter mixed with sorrow and low-pitched sobbing resonates in the same area as the white whale's cry.

While the white whale was still standing still, the whaling ship made by the best craftsman from Silver City was the first to start.

The sail made of silver silk bulged in the whistling wind made by the white whale, pushing the whaling ship straight forward. The silver-haired boy held the rudder expressionlessly. At the same time, a sharp harpoon also appeared in his hands.

The sound of silver gears or parts colliding with each other is the horn of battle.

Ahalai, whose body is the flowing silver water, has a unique sensitivity to metals. When using this vest, Soryu Kurikawa can easily discover the secrets of the white whale.

The white whale that has undergone mechanized transformation has a lot of metal components, and to Ahalai, who is good at manipulating metal, it is as conspicuous as a flare in the night sky. The silver-haired boy can tell at a glance that the white whale is no longer A pure superhuman body.

"very pitiful!"

The part belonging to Schramfen giggled, and the whole person stepped on the edge of the whaling ship's gunwale, as if not worried about his own comfort at all, leaned out most of his body in the sky, and wobbled towards the direction of the white whale reach out.

"very pitiful……"

The part that belongs to Ahalai always has a strong empathy ability, crying for the pain of the white whale, and the lavender strong corrosive liquid slips from the corner of the boy's eyes.

Those tears were extremely light, they were blown into the air by the air current, some of them landed on the body of the white whale, but miraculously they did not cause any harm to the tormented deep-sea monster, but penetrated into the inside of the white whale and dissolved part of it The connotation of metal.

Perhaps feeling the lack of metal parts in his body, Moby Dick, who was still irritable just now, gradually calmed down. Herman, who was observing the battle situation from a safe place, couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

There is no need for more words, the pain of the white whale is so coincidentally understood by Ahale through the metal.

"Immediately, I will release you immediately..." the silver-haired boy whispered, closing his eyes nervously, and the always happy Schramfen took the lead.

Under the leadership of the Laugher, the speed of the whaler reached an unprecedented peak.

"That is to..."

The leader of the port mafia has already come to the narrator of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching this scene that even the best special effects cannot simulate or reproduce.

The behavior of Ahalai driving a luxurious whaling ship towards the white whale at high speed made him suddenly stunned.

At this time, Zhongyuan Zhongye, who was witnessing everything happening from the best position on the top rooftop, helped his boss complete the unfinished words with a tacit understanding.

"It's about to hit, hey!"

The Central Plains also feels bad. If the whaling ship and the white whale are allowed to collide like this, this is definitely not a solution that will not affect the people as agreed before.

"You bastard!" the orange-haired cadre cursed in his heart, he could see Schramfen's crazy smile, "Do you want to take the whole of Yokohama with you!"

It's just that when Zhongyuan Zhongye just used his supernatural ability to fly into the air, he found that there was no room for him to use it.

Even though he reacted decisively, the whaler was so fast that the two met when he was in mid-air.

But it was precisely because of this that Zhongyuan Zhong also realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something just now.

The collision between the white whale and the whaling ship not only did not make Mori Ogai and his speculation come true, but it was much quieter than he expected.

The white whale bumped into the bow of the whaling ship, as if being tenderly embraced by the goddess statue on the bow.

The two merged silently in the air.

It’s not necessarily about fusion. The parts stripped and assimilated from the white whale by Ahalai and Schramfen are probably only the artificially added mechanical devices, while the white whale itself is slowly disappearing.

Mori Ogai's expression suddenly relaxed, and the man turned into the unruly look he had when facing Alice again, yelling and hoping the girl could try another small foreign dress, as if nothing happened just now Happened.

Facing the same thing, the owner of the white whale, Herman Melville, widened his eyes in disbelief.

There was a warm liquid across his face, and when the old man felt the wet feeling, he realized the fact that he was crying.

After Ahalai disposed of the mechanical device on his body, the white whale returned to the embrace of its owner.

Herman couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen the original white whale in his consciousness, the sea elf who could communicate with him and be smoothly controlled by him, and was always pursuing freedom.

It couldn't help being moving, Herman thought, and he was also admiring such abilities.

"Failed."

These words rang in his ears, and the old man remembered the existence of Fitzgerald. If the only person who was dissatisfied with this result was probably the leader of the group.

The white whale disappeared, Yokohama's crisis came into contact, and Herman's white whale became the original appearance, but only Fitzgerald lost the few remaining chips again and again.

But at this moment, the expression of the blond young man was terrifyingly calm, and even his tone was the same, which made Herman feel a chill for no reason.

"It's what you see."

The old man finally chose the safest way to answer, but only saw that Fitzgerald didn't say much, but chose to leave. The back view made people feel a little decisive.

Only Fitzgerald, who was walking alone on the street, knew that he had really come to an end. After Herman failed, he lost all his bargaining chips.

William Green's action is much stronger than he imagined, and he has never noticed that his business has so many loopholes in taxation. The strength of his supernatural ability is based on his own wealth, and this supernatural ability is here It's useless at the moment.

"Your mobility is still as strong as ever."

Fitzgerald called the German. He thought that it might be difficult for him to control his emotions, but when he really talked to William Green, he suddenly felt that he was incredibly calm.

Judging from the indistinct background sound from the Germans, William Green seemed to be talking to someone just now, but Fitzgerald couldn't care less.

"Thank you for the compliment."

As soon as he picked up the phone, William Green heard this sentence. Although he didn't quite understand why a guy like Fitzgerald would praise others in such a tone, it couldn't be called yin and yang, and the blond boy naturally didn't He took the compliment with a guilty conscience.

Putting down his coffee cup, the young German bookseller made an apologetic gesture to Soryu Kurikawa who was sitting opposite him, and then concentrated on listening to what one of his old enemies was going to say on the phone.

Somewhat different from what he had expected, after saying this, Fitzgerald remained abnormally silent.

"If you're just talking about it, I don't have time for it."

William Green originally thought that he would hear the man's yelling, at least something strange, but there was no follow-up until he hung up the phone.

But the Germans didn't care too much about this. Now that they had sent away a trouble, William Green switched modes very smoothly and continued the conversation with Soryu Kurikawa.

"Where did you say it?" The blond boy gracefully picked up his coffee cup, and asked Kurikawa Soryu while the steam was rising.

For some reason, Kurikawa Soryu could feel that the boy's attitude towards him seemed to be very different from the last time they met, and he seemed more blunt, and even showed rejection of him in some small movements.

"It's about donating royalties."

Although he felt William Green's attitude, Kurikawa Soryu replied with a smile, and handed over a paper draft donation letter while speaking.

After thinking for a long time, he still called the number on the business card that William Green handed him. He had nothing to ask about this matter, and he remembered that he could use William Green's help at the suggestion of Editor Kondo. help.

"Mr. Green appreciates you very much, and may be very willing to help you connect." The old editor Kondo said to him.

"That's it."

After receiving the donation book, the blond young bookseller was very familiar with what a reading contract was, and soon finished reading it. At this time, his expression inevitably changed, and the way he looked at Soryu Kurikawa also changed.

"Are you sure you want to donate all of it, including future follow-up income? This is not a small amount." William Green put away the contemptuous look he had when he was talking to Fitzgerald, and when he looked at Soryu Kurikawa, his expression Has become focused and serious.

This is not a small problem. For a young writer like Kurikawa Soryu who has just started, the amount of donations is not easy to give out, not only the current income generated by his works, but also all the future benefits of this book. Copyright proceeds.

"I've made up my mind." Kurikawa Soryu returned firmly.

Hearing his insistence, the blond boy smiled and patted him on the shoulder friendly, but William Green still looked a little puzzled.

"I'm very happy to do charity work, but I'm just a little surprised that you came to me for this first time." The German sighed.

"Because I believe in Mr. Green's ability, the ivory tower charity organization represented by Mr. Green has always been an excellent organization. I thought it would be safe and reliable to entrust Mr. Green." Soryu Kurikawa replied honestly.

Such an answer seemed to satisfy the Germans, and the young bookseller seemed to be ready to give Kurikawa Soryu a guarantee in the next second.

"You are a very special person." Kurikawa Soryu was suddenly stared at, and was unaccustomed to avoid William Green's gaze, and then he heard the German staring at him give such an evaluation.

Looking at the puzzled eyes of the chestnut-haired young man, William Green could not help feeling a little proud of knowing everything in advance.

Thinking of his own leader, no, now he should call the former leader for his second-in-command's advice, William Green looked up and down Kurikawa Soryu again, the German looked full of enthusiasm.

"Forget it, I approve you for the time being."

The young German bookseller came up with this sentence without end, which made Kurikawa Soryu blink his eyes in doubt, but he didn't get any explanation from William Green.

After reaching a consensus, talking about donations became extremely smooth.

In the previous communication, for some reason, William Green seemed to have a better impression of Soryu Kurikawa, which also made their communication more enjoyable. In terms of communication idol Mr. Mitchell Ender, William Green and Soryu Kurikawa have always had a lot in common.

"I would really like to invite you to go to Germany together if I have the chance." When we were about to part, the blond German boy was still reluctant to part with him, and extended an invitation to Soryu Kurikawa again.

"Germany, there must be a chance." Soryu Kurikawa remembered the address in the unsigned letter he received and the stack of euros that were just enough to buy a round-trip ticket. endlessly.

The cake ordered during the chat was completely divided between the two, and the coffee and black tea were also sold out. With all the food items negotiated, there seemed to be no reason to stay here anymore.

William Green stood up first, intending to leave, but at this moment, some unpleasant voices came from the German's mobile phone.

"Damn it, didn't you hang up just now?" This was obviously the voice of the person who called the boy just now. Only then did William Green realize that he hadn't successfully hung up the phone, and even turned on the speakerphone.

But what caught his attention even more was the sound coming from Fitzgerald, the painful cock and explosion didn't seem fake.

Even though Fitzgerald and Fitzgerald were just plastic friendship business partners who once cooperated, compared to those old foxes with strange thoughts or rats with dirty means, William Green has less twists and turns for Americans His senses are actually not bad, but at this time, he still can't help but worry.

"You're not dead, are you! Fitzgerald!"

The situation was critical, and he didn't care about Kurikawa Soryu still nearby, and he didn't care about the so-called gentleman's demeanor at all. The blond boy didn't even notice the top hat that fell on the ground, but just grabbed the phone and yelled towards the other end of the phone.

Only quiet air responded to him.

And Kurikawa Soryu, who heard the name, sat up straight from the sofa in the cafe.