Chapter 593 So, Gwen is not actually a transcendent?
"Master Nora, are we in trouble?"
Nora looked over the side of the ship, at the ships and airships outside, and sighed softly.
Gwen is on the boat now while Castel is on high alert.
After confirming Gwen's identity, Nini led people to pick her up from the iron ark. The banshees were not afraid of pollution and were the best choice to deal with this situation.
Gwen and Nora were then placed aboard the Black Pearl.
Although this place is only one step away from Castel, Nini still chose not to let Gwen go to the island - she has caused so much trouble before she even landed on the island, who knows what kind of trouble will arise once she gets to the island.
"Humph, what are you afraid of?" Jeremiah, who was standing next to Gwen, pursed his lips. "If I could get such a big boat, I would be so happy. I don't care about Castel. As long as my boat is big enough, I am Castel."
The deck beneath the feet of several people made a creaking sound. Jeremiah quickly patted the railing to comfort them: "Hey, I didn't say you were bad, I just thought that the boat was really awesome!"
Gwen looked up at the Iron Ark not far away. She didn't feel it when she was standing on it, but now looking at it from a distance, she could truly feel its enormity.
Is this magical creature really summoned by myself?
Gwen looked down at her hands, confused.
When she looked up, she saw a hideous face covered with traces of wind and sun. Gwen took a step back in shock. Jeremiah opposite her stroked his beard and slowly stood up.
"Girl, you're so weird."
"Strange? How can I be strange? You are the one who is strange. You scared me suddenly!" Gwen said unhappily.
"You clearly have the strength of a transcendent, but you don't look like one at all."
Gwen was stunned.
"How am I not a transcendent?"
"I have met many extraordinary people. Some have good tempers, some have bad tempers, some are lazy, and some like to work overtime, but there is only one thing in common among them."
Jeremiah pulled a wad of tobacco from his pocket, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
“They’re all stubborn.”
"Captain Jeremiah, I used to be a pirate. Before that, I was just a poor boy who made a living on the dock. The ships we had back then were different from the ones we have now. We didn't have so much steel, and we didn't have such powerful steam engines. It was normal for a ship to sink, and it was even more common for the entire ship to disappear in a storm. Do you know what kind of person can be a captain?"
Gwen shook her head.
"Only those who want to be captains can be captains - do you think I'm talking nonsense? I tell you, I've recruited countless sailors, and almost all of them just want to make some money and go back to have fun. They don't like the work on the ship, but they just can't escape it. Such people are not even qualified to be sailors. You have to kick them in the ass with a boot before you can make them do some work."
"But some people are different. Those who want to be captains can be spotted from the crowd at a glance, just like a shark among the sea breams."
"Some people are born to yearn for the sea. Such people will die in a storm, in the sea, rather than on a tattered bed on the shore."
“Even if the sea dries up, even if all the ships in this world are stranded, I, Jeremiah, am still the captain.”
The old pirate's voice was hoarse and low, like a rusty bellows, which always made people feel as if it would break down in the next second, but it just stubbornly blew out the air.
"It's the same with the extraordinary ones. They are natural captains, but their sea is not here."
Gwen's hands shook.
Jeremiah's slightly cloudy eyes reluctantly retracted from the distant sea and fell on Gwen's face.
"But you, you are not. You are like a little girl who sneaked into the captain's room and grabbed the rudder. The ship happened to move, so many people thought you were one."
His cheeks moved as he chewed the tobacco leaves, but his eyes were fixed on Gwen. He stretched out two fingers, pointed at his own eyes, and then pointed at Gwen.
"I can see that you are not the captain. Your delicate little head is filled with confusion. You can't find the sea where you are going to die, and you haven't decided whether to board the ship."
Gwen pursed her lips, looked down at the deck, and remained silent.
She knew that the old captain in front of her was right and that she was actually confused.
From the very beginning, she had never thought about leading the resistance army, but Lady Nora suddenly disappeared, and the resistance army lost its backbone.
And Gwen, who was always the bravest in battle, walked forward and the people followed. When she turned around, the refugees from the North had already begun to shout her name.
She led the refugees to fight.
Fighting, that was the only thing she knew how to do. When she was confused, she would pick up the sword and all the worries in her heart would disappear. The noisy sounds in her ears would quiet down and she would hear her own heartbeat.
Every time, it has the most primitive vitality.
Then it was only natural that the long sword would cut through the flesh and the iron boots would crush the bones.
She had thought that days like this would continue forever, but then the expeditionary forces arrived.
Heavy machine guns, dragon breath cannons, and bolt-action rifles. Her long sword is not bad either, but
Gwen finally came to Castel.
She should have been happy, and she was indeed very happy. This place was as beautiful as heaven, and people were very friendly to her. She liked it very much.
But here, there is no need to fight anymore.
Gwen locked her sword and armor in a box, along with her favorite heavy machine gun, and never opened it again.
Jeremiah was right, she couldn't find her sea. She was like a child who had lost herself and had even forgotten what she had lost.
Castres is a home for refugees, but she feels like she is still wandering.
"Little girl, what kind of ship do you want to board?"
"I"
Nora looked up at her. The Banshee and the crew members had come over at some point. They stood far away, looking at Gwen quietly.
Gwen's breathing gradually became heavier, she clenched her fists, and her eyes lit up.
"I want to fight, any kind of fight, with a sword, with a machine gun, if not I still have fists, I still have teeth, I want to charge into battle, I want to see blood shed - mine or the enemy's, I don't care."
"I'm eager to fight."
There was a metallic humming sound coming from the cabin, and people turned around to see that they were two boxes, the luggage that Gwen had been carrying with her.
With a bang, a hole appeared on the top plate of the box. A flash of silver light flashed through the air. When people came to their senses, Gwen had a long sword in his hand.
The sword had never shone so brightly. It trembled slightly, responding enthusiastically to the will of its master.
(End of this chapter)
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