Chapter 189 A Mysterious Mentor

"Hamel."

Esther, who was blowing the wind by the side of the ship, turned around and saw Aaron walking out of the captain's cabin and onto the deck for the rare moment.

"Captain Aaron, what's the matter?"

Aaron smiled and shook his head, the corners of his red coat "hunting" in the sea breeze: "I just saw you standing here a lot. I'm curious, so come and have a look. What are you looking at?"

"The sea," Esther opened her arms toward the unchanging scene of sea and sky outside the ship's side. "In your eyes, my behavior should be stupid? Hey, just like a country bumpkin who has never been out of the village."

The morning sun shone on the sea. Aaron took a deep breath and subconsciously touched his arms twice. He found that he did not bring a cigarette box with him, so he had to give up the option of using nicotine to relieve his tension.

"Do you like the sea very much?"

Esther stared at Aaron for several seconds before turning her head away: "I can't say I 'like' him, but just being able to hear and see the world gives me a wonderful feeling of being 'alive'."

It was rare for Aaron to have such a hard time understanding others. He was usually the one that others couldn't understand, so he followed Esther's example and leaned against the fence, trying to assume a more relaxed and casual posture.

"You seem to have a very strange influence on my approach." Without a cigarette in his mouth, Aaron suppressed the thought of saying something.

"Really?" Esther said bluntly, pretending to be stupid, "But I am a 'thief'. Isn't that the reason why I boarded this ship? You entrusted me to steal the old key. pollute."

Aaron knocked on the fence: "Princess, that is, this 'Four-leaf Clover' contains the 'Extraordinary Characteristics' of the same path as me. This is why I am forced to become her captain. It's just the relationship between me and her. 'Luck' always competes with each other and never agrees."

Esther smiled and said nothing, she was waiting for Aaron's next narration.

Aaron looked at the sea: "This feeling was not so strong before, but now I seem to be able to sense a little bit of the princess' will. Alexander told me how you were pierced by the bone sword. At that time, your blood dripped On the 'Clover', I was instantly absorbed by her."

"Yeah, originally I was worried about how to clean the floor, but I didn't expect it to take the initiative to clean it for me." Esther said jokingly.

"But the 'Clover' doesn't seem to be able to fully withstand a certain power in your blood. In order to protect herself, she instinctively excludes that influence and passes it on to me."

Aaron gestured on his head: "I can't explain this to Alexander or Thomas. It's a very strange feeling..."

"It's like being connected to some deeper resonance. Can you glimpse the silver world in the light?"

Aaron's eyes became brighter when he heard Esther's words: "Destiny is a long journey, isn't it?"

Esther was a little surprised: "Do you know that special existence outside reality and the spiritual world?"

"Although I am not from that school of thought, my teacher has taught me the corresponding knowledge. In the theory of the life school, in addition to the material world, the soul world and the existence of the absolute rational world, the path most closely related to mine is It’s the ‘River of Destiny’.”

Esther looked at Aaron and said, "Your teacher seems to know a lot, but I have never dealt with the School of Life."

Aaron didn't look disappointed, but looked happier: "Knowing this makes me feel more at ease."

But he did not explain this more, but pointed to the sea: "If we go west for a while, we will arrive at Nahuatl Island. We will take a short rest there and visit the local market to see if there is anything we need. Supplementary supplies.”

Esther responded with a flat "Yeah".

The silence between the two lingered for a moment, and Esther stretched. It was almost time for her appointment with Alexander to go to class.

She asked Aaron: "Just my curiosity, does it make you feel painful to face that long silver river?"

Aaron recalled his feelings at the time: "What I felt at the time was more shock and confusion. Seeing too many endless possibilities made people feel at a loss. 'Now' and 'reality' have become very small, I would feel easily lost, but not nearly as painful as losing control.”

"That's it. Thank you for your answer. Then you can cool off slowly and I'll leave first."

"But my feelings don't count. The princess cast a curtain of light on me at that time. If it weren't for her, maybe I would really lose control."

Esther scratched her head, revealing the pattern of silver threads intertwined with feathers on her hands: "I should say sorry. I didn't mean to influence you and the 'Clover'."

Instead, Aaron urged her: "Alexander is very strict when teaching. You'd better go to him as soon as possible. Don't be late."

Esther smiled and waved her hand and walked into the cabin, leaving Aaron leaning against the fence, thinking about the conversation between the two just now.

She is not from the School of Life, but has the power of both the "thief" and the "monster" paths. If she is really a favored one who has received the gift of the gods, which aspect is the gift?

When I get to Nahuatl Island, I hope the teacher can give me a clear answer or a suitable solution.

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Three hours later, noon.

The sea level is no longer so monotonous and lonely. From the bow of the "Clover", you can see a lush volcanic island. A light layer of fog gathered over the island. Although the sky was cloudy, it didn't look like it was raining.

The surroundings of this island are dry and hot. The closer you get to it, the clearer you feel it. There is a heat here that does not belong in January, but more like the summer in June or July.

Esther is not sensitive to temperature, but Mary, Thomas and others who were preparing to land all changed into lighter single short-sleeved shirts.

Mary wiped her forehead and complained to Hamel beside her: "This is my first time coming to this island. In the past, we always went directly to Behrens Port through a more tortuous channel."

"Is this your first time here too?"

"Well..." Mary then realized that she seemed to have missed something, and subconsciously changed the subject, "But this channel seems to be safer. This voyage was particularly calm. It didn't feel like being on a violent sea, like walking on a violent sea. It’s the same as those regular shipping lanes for merchant ships.”

"Your previous voyages were dangerous?"

"Of course it's not that easy! The name of the Raging Sea explains its horror very well. The numerous natural disasters here can easily destroy a ship!"

Esther blinked: "Maybe your captain and the 'Clover' are lucky enough."

"Tsk, why did you say exactly the same thing as the captain..."

This small island is not like the Rhoad Islands, which has abundant resources, protected waterways and prosperous transportation. The local circulation here is more materials than currency, and there are very few people who know the route to this small island.

According to Alexander, the local residents also communicated in Dutan language. The original aborigines probably immigrated from the Balam Empire. Their history cannot be verified, but there are scattered small villages that prove that there are still people living here.

After Mary and Thomas disembarked the ship, they would also go to the local market. Alexander would also go with them to observe the folk customs of the local residents.

If they could not communicate, they would also consider using more crude methods to "communicate". As for the specific situation, Esther did not ask, and the others would not answer her.

Esther had no intention of following Mary and others off the ship. Out of some indescribable premonition, she decided to stay on the ship, so she stood on the bow and watched everyone leave the "Clover" and go to the burning The direction of smoke.

Not long after, their figures were obscured by the dense jungle, and Esther was no longer visible standing on the bow of the boat.

And her hunch came true.

The "spiritual intuition" was touched, and Esther raised her head and looked up into the sky.

The green pea vines hung down from the sky, growing stronger and stronger, and soon they were intertwined and connected into one, surrounding Esther. Those huge green leaves just formed a foothold and formed enough Steps for her to step on.

"Is this considered 'inviting you into the urn'? Doesn't this clearly tell me that something is abnormal?"

Esther muttered something funny, but she stepped on the leaves casually, letting the cage made of pea vines curl up and roll her up.

Jack's magic beans? Are there such fairy tales in this world?

The first thing Esther thought of was Emperor Russell, but considering that he himself had been assassinated for a hundred years, who would be the person who cast this spell? The Great Emperor left almost no such fairy tales. Could it be some secret organization related to him?

Esther touched the pea vine next to her, and began to envy other people's wonderful sequence abilities, and became greedy for other people's spell-casting abilities.

Can Snow White, Cinderella or the Ugly Duckling be displayed through such spells? I don't know what the effect will be.

However, considering that the other party can cast such a powerful spell, Esther will not be so reckless as to steal the other party's extraordinary ability just for fun.

The pea vine finally stretched Esther to the top, which was a platform made of gray and white clouds. Because there were always clouds floating over Nahuatl Island, it blended into the environment well and was completely inconspicuous before descending.

The moment she was pulled up, Esther felt invisible barriers erected around her. The other party had made preparations to welcome her early in the morning.

Esther jumped down from the leaves of the pea vine, stepped on the cotton-soft clouds, and walked towards the nearly three-meter-high luxury carriage.

This carriage is also very interesting. The body of the carriage is a huge pumpkin, and sitting in the driver's seat is a huge mouse wearing a waiter's costume.

But when she was still two meters away from the carriage, Esther realized that she had reached the end of the clouds and would fall to the ground if she went any further, so she stopped in time.

Esther looked at the carriage curiously: "Should I call you...'Cinderella'?"

"Have you heard this story?"

The curtain of the carriage window was lifted, revealing a soft but heroic face. Her long hooked eyebrows, deep blue eyes as calm as tanzanite, long chestnut hair curled down on her shoulders.

While Esther was sizing up the other person, the other person was also observing her.