Chapter 70 Depression

Ling Qingyu sat alone in front of the window, watching the lively scene on the deck, and unconsciously began to feel sad, because of the bloodline left over from ancient Egypt, Princess Fatme, who might not exist for long, and those who lowered their arrogance for her. head of man.

Separated by a wall, in the captain's room, Ram was discussing with Yan Qi.

"He didn't take out that thing. I saw clearly that he just left." Ram said.

"That's possible. Didn't you say there was that thing in front of you? I see that he is carrying the sedan very steadily. You can't tell at all." Yan Qi said.

"Third Master testifies, Third Master, you tell me."

Yan San nodded, so Ram said proudly: "Look, I told you, that guy is really awesome!"

"Your master has a box, which was given by Her Royal Highness the Princess." Yan San said coolly.

Ram suddenly felt a chill in his buttocks, glanced at the closed door unconsciously, and murmured: "No way, our master doesn't have such a hobby, does he?"

"Ah! No matter! I want to use food as motivation!" There was a shout from inside, and with a bang, the door was pushed open, and Ling Qingyu headed towards the deck menacingly.

"Her Royal Highness just taught her a lot inside, why don't you try it out and see the results?" Yan San patted Ram on the shoulder and followed.

"Take care!" Yang Zhao also patted his shoulder and followed quickly.

"Brother, if you are injured, you can go to Doctor Shi and ask for medicine." Yan Qi smiled and patted him, then jumped off the chair and left.

No way? I have only been employed for three years! ! !

The transaction on the second day went very smoothly. There was a constant flow of boats between the Fengshen and the dock. The only thing affected was the dozens of warships that came from Aden at noon. After those warships passed, the cargo was loaded. Unloading proceeds in an orderly manner.

On the fourth day of arrival, all the goods were loaded, the supplies were ready, and the people who wanted to go shopping were also ready. At noon, the Fengshen set sail and left Aizabu.

Along the coast of Africa, there are some emerging small port cities, which were founded by some Arabs who lost the war.

The Fengshen purchased a large amount of spices at these ports along the way, and also sold some goods. These ports were more like villages than cities. There were also many local people selling items. Ling Qingyu let go and let Zhu Weili I took a few teenagers and Ding Dong ashore to buy things together. Sometimes I was really surprised.

Because the capacity of each port was not large, and Ling Qingyu was not in a hurry, the Fengshen moved forward along the coast of Africa somewhat unsteadily.

"I'm talking about Sum," Ram pulled up a hammock between the two masts and lay comfortably in it. He said to the blond boy who was chopping a wooden stake with a wooden knife next to him: "You should also take a rest. I think you are worried." It’s been cutting for an hour.”

Sum ignored him and continued to chop the wood pile seriously in the same way. After he woke up, he knew that he had been given to a new owner by Princess Fatem. The new owner was an older woman. Although she was far less beautiful than Lord Klim, she felt very similar to Lord Klim. The new owner was so kind to him that he couldn't believe it. Not long after he woke up, the new owner came to see him and gave him the name Sum. Sum means loyalty in Egyptian. Not ordinary people can use this name, and a doctor was specially found for him to treat him with the best medicine. He has enough to eat, his own bed, and his own clothes. These are things he never dared to think about before. , the master now has someone who is waiting for him, so the only thing he can do now is to practice the sword skills taught to him by Lord Sum, so that in the future he can be like Lord Sum serving Princess Fatem, and so can he Become a waiter at your master’s side.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ram turned to those who were cutting wood piles together and said, "Little guys, you won't grow taller if you work so hard."

Izayoi and the others looked at him with disdain and continued to chop wood piles. They were joking that this new loyal guy, when he met the master for the first time, he climbed on the ground and kissed the master's feet. Then he had to give him a name, even though they Their names were also given by the head of the family, but this is different, okay? Look at their names, and then look at this one, and this one is in a slightly better shape, but he is practicing swordsmanship risking his life. If they don't work harder, then There is still a place next to the master.

Alas, Ram sighed lonelyly. Only after boarding this ship did I realize that there is such a good master and such a superior life in this world. It's no wonder that these boys all looked in danger after knowing what the slave Sumu did and what kind of life he lived.

"What are you doing?" Sanjay asked as he came up from the cabin below and saw Ram looking at the sky melancholy.

"I was thinking, how about I sell my body to the master for the rest of my life." Ram shook the bed and said.

"You want to live and eat for free, take the money for free, and have the master support you for the rest of your life?" Sanjayi said unceremoniously. The eight of them were indeed considered first-class warriors in Nanbi Kingdom, but compared with those two swallows, they were nothing. They couldn't even beat that spear. Sanjayi felt very depressed.

"Don't say that, there will always be times when we are needed." Ram shook the bed again and said: "In the past, I was not willing to sacrifice my life for those people. It was because I felt it was not worth it. We Aryans are a wandering tribe. We are just a wandering tribe. If you can maintain the life of a clan by selling your life to others, and you have signed a contract, then your life is no longer yours, but once the master dies, nothing will happen. Sanjay, this master, I will never let her die. The one in front of me.”

Sanjayi glanced at him and said nothing. Ling Qingyu treated them all equally. Every time he arrived at a port, he would give pocket money to each crew member and let them use it at their own discretion. Along the way, several of them They have already made a small amount of money with their language talent. If they have the capital to do business, the money they get can completely support the tribe, and their children will not have to be mercenaries.

After a few shakes, Ram jumped off the bed and walked to the side of the boat. Ling Qingyu sat on the bow of the boat and took a fishing rod to fish, while Yan San and Yan Qi watched from the side of the boat.

"Her fishing rod has been hooked several times, but it hasn't been pulled up yet." Yan Qi shook his head and said, "I'm still in a bad mood today."

Yan San didn't say anything. Ever since he left Aizhabu, Ling Qingyu's mood had been low and he was often in a daze. Even the bargaining and buying and selling of goods, which he liked most in the past, had been left to others, and he was no longer with Yang Zhao.

"Did the master really fall in love with Princess Fatem?" Ram walked over and asked, and then attracted two burning glances, oh no, three, because Yang Zhao happened to be passing by.

"As men who love her, we want to do everything according to her preferences," Ram touched his nose and said, "How about we go back and capture Princess Fatem?"

Seeing the weird looks in the three people's eyes, Ram looked at himself and suddenly said, "Ah, I know, if he doesn't like Princess Fatem, then he must be that man!"

"Ouch!"

Ling Qingyu was awakened by a scream. He looked at the fishhook in his hand and saw that the stuffing had been bitten off. Then he looked back and saw that on the deck behind him, Ram had been beaten into a pig's head and was lying on the ground.

"Ram?" Ling Qingyu jumped off the bow of the boat, walked to him, looked at the three people beside him as if nothing had happened, and decided to ignore it and walk away from him.

"Master!" Ram stood up from the ground, looking heroic and said, "If you really can't forget that Sum, Ram is willing."

"What are you willing to do?" Ling Qingyu turned back curiously.

"If you are willing to be the subject of your experiment, you can use everything you want to use on Sum on me, Ram." Ram's expression was very tragic. Oh my God, after that box of things is used up, I don't know if there is anything left. Life is at stake!

Ling Qingyu was still thinking, what do I want to use on Sum? Over there, Ram had been dragged over by three people and continued to be beaten.

ah! oh! Ling Qingyu remembered, that Sum was not the beautiful blond boy Sum, but Fatem's Sum, damn! Ling Qingyu was angrily ready to step on her a few times, but suddenly saw the looks on Yan San, Yan Qi and Yang Zhao's faces, pointed at them with trembling hands, and said, "You guys, don't you think...?"

The expressions of the three of them were different, but none of them denied it. Boss, you meditate and sigh in front of that box every night. If you say no, you really can't be believed.

Pure friendship was understood like this, and Ling Qingyu finally understood the reason for Yang Zhao's evasive and often blushing look.

These days, the mood is indeed a bit low. Although after coming to this world, because of this new world with a young body, the experienced heart has become young and impulsive, but Princess Fatem let her Something changed in her heart. Such a beautiful woman should have everything she wanted, but the loneliness in her body made her feel the same. After the passion, what would be left? Even though her heart, which had lived for almost forty years, could no longer be moved by emotion, she did not feel sad for her. It had nothing to do with anything else. Well, in fact, she just remembered the past and felt a little bourgeois-like.

But now...

"Hmph." Ling Qingyu stroked his hair, winked at the three of them, then ran his fingers across Yan San Yan Qi Yang Zhao's chin one after another, and said: "Then are you all willing to be my Sum? "

"I do!" Ram shouted, and then was stepped back by three feet.

Seeing the expressions of the three of them, Ling Qingyu laughed and said, "Are you really willing? Princess Fatem gave me a big box."

She blinked, and suddenly she felt that the depression in her chest that had been pressed for more than a month seemed to be slowly disappearing. Yes, she still had so many good friends around her. Everyone has their own way to go, Princess Fatem , wish you happiness.

And my journey is still long.

How could we waste such a rare opportunity to start over?