Chapter 631 Schiller's Leisurely Vacation (Part 2)

"What's wrong?" Schiller saw the Viking's face change a little, and asked, "Are you scared?"

The Viking continued to lower his head to sort out the fishing line, and said while sorting, "My father said that people from there are not good people. I didn't expect that there are university professors there."

"Of course, it's a big city after all. By the way, have you been to college?" Schiller chatted with the Viking in a casual manner to divert his attention. After all, he was afraid that he would really get seasick.

The Viking shook his head and said, "I just graduated from high school a few months ago. My father wanted me to go to college, but I didn't go. I don't like to be too far away from the sea. This place raised me."

"You just graduated from high school??" Schiller looked him up and down and found that he couldn't tell that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Even though white people generally look precocious, and with a beard, they will look older, but his sturdy figure and skeleton don't look like a teenager at all.

"That's why they call me a Viking. They think I'm too strong, like a pirate." After finishing the fishing line, the Viking stood up, walked to the side of the boat, cast a rod, and tested the fishing rod.

Schiller walked up and stood side by side with him, looking at the vast sea. He said, "I haven't seen the sea since I was born and grew up. This is my first time to go on vacation at the seaside. It feels really good. I can understand that you like it here."

The Viking turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Shouldn't university professors go to the beach for vacation often?... Wait a minute, so you can't swim?"

Schiller nodded and said, "Theoretically, I have never swam. If I fall into the water, I don't know if I will drown."

"Of course." The Viking said very confidently: "The sea is not as gentle as you look now. When she is angry, you will experience the real disaster."

After that, he handed the fishing rod in his hand to Schiller. After Schiller took it, he adjusted it and started to cast the rod to fish.

After Schiller cast his rod for a while, there was still no movement, but the fishing boat did arrive at the troublesome fishing spot mentioned by the Viking.

This is still a shallow beach, but there are some reefs underneath, and there are a lot of kelp and corals. It is difficult to find the shadow of fish here, let alone fishing.

The Viking also took a fishing rod and stood next to Schiller to fish. Schiller's fishing rod did not move, but the Viking caught one after another. Half an hour later, Schiller turned his head to look at the bucket of fish under the Viking's feet and said: "You know what? If it were someone else, he would definitely not give you a tip."

The Viking smiled, as if he had succeeded in a prank. He said: "Many rich people come to my fishing boat and brag about how good their fishing skills are. I will bring them here. As I said, the sea is not just gentle and kind. She will also teach you what failure is."

But beyond his expectation What's more, Schiller was not angry, nor did he put away his fishing rod and leave. He just held the fishing rod and looked at the sea quietly. He said, "It doesn't matter. You said it before. This is a troublesome fishing spot. If I can catch a fish today, I will be very happy."

The Viking put away the fishing rod again, took the hook off the fish's mouth, and then said, "You are the most well-mannered Gotham man I have ever seen. When the gangster boss came, he either cursed his bad luck or paid for the fish I caught."

"The fun of fishing is not in the fish, but in the unknown tension of waiting for the fish to bite." Schiller replied.

"If you have tasted the fish soup made by my father, you won't think so." The Viking smiled again and said, "As compensation for your failure today, I will take you to my house later to drink the fish soup he made. A university professor has never come to my house. He should be very happy."

Schiller smiled and said, "Then I will enjoy your spoils without hesitation."

In this era, most people respect professions such as teachers and doctors, especially university professors. In this seaside town with simple folk customs, if a university professor visits, the local residents will treat him kindly.

Until sunset, Schiller still didn't catch a single fish. The light of dusk projected into the seabed, outlining the shadows of the seaweed dancing in the water like a dancing girl. In the distance, seagulls circled in groups. In front of the red sun, only small silhouettes could be seen. Looking at this scene, Schiller didn't care much about the results of fishing.

About half an hour later, Schiller walked on a slightly damp stone road. He looked up at the big lighthouse in front of him and asked, "Is your home in the lighthouse?"

"Of course not, whose home would be in a lighthouse? My father is the keeper of the Brudhaven Lighthouse. I came to pick him up after get off work. After all, I can't cook. If he doesn't go home, he will be hungry tonight."

Schiller laughed, and the Vikings laughed too. As soon as they arrived at the door of the lighthouse, a man with gray hair on his temples came out. He didn't look old, and his glasses revealed a kind of vicissitudes and gentleness that saw through the world.

The Viking's father warmly welcomed Schiller. Like everyone else, he was full of longing for the profession of university professor. On the way back, Schiller learned about his father's deeds from the Vikings.

The Viking's father was the longest-serving keeper of the Brudhaven Lighthouse. He had witnessed countless returning ships. According to him, he could recognize every captain who had docked at Brudhaven and remembered every story told by the captain.

When the hot fish soup was served on the table, the white mist drifted upward until it touched the chandelier on the ceiling. When such a large pot of soup was placed in the center of the table, the whole house became warm, and the deep blue night sky outside the wooden window no longer seemed so cold.

As the Viking said, his father's skill in stewing fish soup was really good. This mixed fish soup was particularly delicious, and the pepper in it made the soup bring extra warmth when it was drunk into the stomach.

Schiller just took a sip and exhaled, and he felt sweat on his forehead. The Viking drank a large bowl of fish soup in a few gulps, sighed deeply, put the bowl on the table, and said: "My father relied on this bowl of fish soup to gain a foothold in this city. The fishermen here have to give him some face, because everyone wants to drink a sip of the delicious fish soup cooked by Old Curry after returning from fishing."

The man called Old Curry laughed gently and said, "That's too exaggerated, but I did successfully pursue your mother with my cooking skills."

"Your last name is Curry? What's your name?" Schiller looked at the Viking and asked, and the Viking shrugged and said, "My name is Arthur, Arthur Curry , you can just call me Little Curry, or Arthur. ”

Schiller nodded, took another sip of fish soup, and said: "So, this is Port Cien?"

"I haven't heard of this name for a long time." Old Curry sighed, he said: "This is the name given by the Europeans, which means 'God forgives everything'."

"However, because we were discovered relatively late and have the same name as a port on other coasts, it has not been called this name in recent decades. Only old people like me can remember this name."

"I have also seen this name in a document. The article seems to introduce the fishery here, and the author is also very old." Schiller nodded and said.

In fact, it is because Schiller has seen Port Cien in the comics. In fact, it is the hometown of Aquaman in DC, that is, Arthur Curry, the Seven Giants of the Justice League, and the blond man sitting in front of him is Arthur Curry.

"That makes sense." Old Curry leaned back in his chair, sighed in relief, and said, "You are really knowledgeable. When this place was still called Ci'en Port, the fishing industry was indeed more developed. At that time, there were many more ships here than now."

"In fact, I am also a little curious. This place is so close to Gotham, why hasn't Gotham's fishing industry developed? Isn't there a larger population there?" Schiller asked.

Old Curry is also an experienced fisherman. He said, "It won't work. Gotham's rainy weather is too terrible. It will not only affect people, but also fish. There is no hope for fishing near the coast, and breeding is also impossible."

"Old fishermen know that these seaweeds in the shallow sea need sunlight. Gotham's sunshine time makes it difficult for any plant to grow, let alone seaweed. In addition, the chemical pollution in the city may affect the offshore waters..." Old Curry shook his head, obviously thinking that it is impossible for Gotham to develop fisheries.

Schiller nodded and felt that it made sense. The greenery he saw in Gotham City was indeed not very good. Even if there were some trees and shrubs, the growth was not pleasing. After arriving at Blüdhaven, he found that the whole world was bright and even a little dazzling.

But in fact, this is where normal people should stay. Gotham's weather is still the same as midnight when you get up at 10 o'clock in the morning. It is not suitable for human survival, nor for plant survival.

When Schiller and Old Curry were talking about fisheries, Arthur suddenly put down the bowl, stood up, and said, "I almost forgot, wait a minute, I'll go out for a while and be back soon!"

After that, Arthur hurried out. Old Curry frowned and seemed a little dissatisfied, but he didn't stop Arthur. Instead, he explained to Schiller: "Sorry, he has been like this in the past few months. He ran out in the middle of the night and came back for a long time."

Schiller smiled and said, "Could it be that he is in love? Among the students I teach, some people like not to go home in the middle of the night. They all go out to meet. I'll have a girlfriend."

"Who knows?" Old Curry sighed worriedly and said, "Arthur is too wild and flamboyant, not very popular with girls. Girls in the city prefer well-educated and polite men like you. I'm still worried about his future marriage."

"They will always find their sweetheart." Schiller turned and looked out the window, just in time to see Arthur walking towards the beach, he went on to say, "Children of this age are like this, impulsive, confused, and at a loss, but in a few years, they will grow up overnight."

"Sometimes, I don't want him to grow up either." Old Curry looked at Arthur's figure outside the window. His tone seemed to be full of a different emotion, and this sentence seemed to have a meaning.

After a while, the fish soup on the table had cooled down, and there was no more white mist coming out. The fireplace was lit, but the heat had receded.

Arthur hadn't come back yet, so Schiller took an umbrella and wanted to push the door out. Old Curry stopped him and said, "Professor, you shouldn't go out so late again. Arthur will be back soon."

"Don't worry, have you forgotten where I'm from?"

"Oh my God, you're from Gotham, so it seems that I'm worried for nothing, but you'd better come back soon. It's a bit cold outside. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Schiller put on his coat, opened the door, and walked into the night of Blüdhaven.

It's indeed much quieter here than Gotham. There are no gang fights, no gunshots, no murderers dumping corpses, and no terrorists setting up explosives. Everything seems quiet and peaceful.

Schiller followed Arthur's footprints and came to the beach not far from the house. Then he saw Arthur sitting on a reef and talking to the air.

Perhaps, there was not only air there. Schiller looked at the sea illuminated by the moonlight. Under the cold waves, a group of fish were surrounding Arthur's feet. Schiller heard Arthur say to them:

"How is he today? Really? It's a pity that you can't talk, otherwise I will definitely let you tell him, hold on a little longer, I will sail to save him soon."

"What? You mean he was beaten?!" Arthur suddenly raised his voice, he stood up, and said anxiously: "No, I have to sail now, I have to help him!"

Under the moonlight, a voice came:

"Who do you want to help?"

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