Twilight Speaker

Chapter 167 The scent of dog-skin plaster

"It's a coincidence that the royal ship also set out from the border port to the Golden City today. I heard that it was originally going to go to the spirit world, but due to the great change half a month ago, there were storms and high tides everywhere in the spirit world."

After a pause, Chu Lu approached mysteriously:

"According to the grapevine, there are several princes from our Donghong country on the envoy's ship. Hey, we will stay far behind the envoy's ship and won't encounter any danger!"

Chen Xiang seemed to be thinking about something.

Chu Lu quickly arranged a room for Chen Xiang and Primitive Fear. Although it was not as good as Lu Sangdou's multi-story suite, it was also very spacious and luxurious.

Not long after, the middle-aged man, Primitive Fear, returned to the cabin alone, and Chen Xiang followed Chu Lu to the top deck. The ship had already started slowly, and the port gradually became blurred.

"Golden!"

In the wind, Chu Lu raised his glass of champagne to Chen Xiang:
"Celebrate the departure of the Gold!"

Chen Xiang smiled and nodded, looking towards the deep sea, he could see the huge [envoy ship] which was very blurry in the distance.

"Golden City"

Chen Xiang turned around and stared at the border port and the capital city, which were no longer visible. His expression was extremely deep. He did not bring his second brother with him on this trip, but if he followed Lusalem, his second brother would not be in any trouble.
And since the seven royal children and even Wei Tuantuan appeared on the envoy ship, it means that the country will be far away from the center of the storm.
Chen Xiang's gaze penetrated the steel and saw that the huge ship was filled with many high-level ritual materials!

Mirror Emperor seems to be planning to hold a descent ceremony in the deep sea?
Can.
Chen Xiang frowned slightly, and glanced in the direction of the already extremely distant capital. He could clearly feel the presence of the 'Lord of Donghong', Mirror Emperor Tan, still there.

"strangeness."

………………

The third day at sea.

Sunset.

The Golden Ship was already in the deep sea. The sea was calm, and the slightly warm twilight and the sea breeze made it seem extremely peaceful.

Primitive Fear and Lu Sangdou were both in their respective rooms. The former didn't like the crowds, and the latter was not convenient to walk around outside - her status was too high.

Chu Lu had already warned everyone on the ship not to offend Bishop Lu.

So now, whenever Lu Sangdou stepped out of the cabin, everyone she met would bow down to her. She was too lazy to come out.

As for Chen Xiang, he was pulled to the wide top deck by Chu Lu.

There is a party going on here, with lights hanging and colorful streamers, men and women in formal attire holding wine glasses, the evening sea breeze blowing, the place is bustling with noise and people are toasting each other.

"Hey! What's a sailing day without good wine!"

Chu Lu put his arm around Chen Xiang's shoulders, already a little tipsy:
"Old Chen, our Golden Ship not only carries cargo, but also people. These are all noble young men and young ladies from the capital. Hey, the route is slow, there are fine wines and beautiful women, and you are so handsome, you may be able to hook up with a few of them!"

Chen Xiang was a little confused and took a sip of wine silently:

"How long will it take to reach the Golden City?"

"It won't take too long. If we sail at full speed, it will probably only take four or five days. However, the enemy ship is dozens of miles ahead, and we can't overtake them. We can only lag behind them slowly. Hmm, about ten days?"

Ten days.

Chen Xiang seemed to be thinking about something and was about to put down his wine glass when Chu Lu called over a noble lady of excellent appearance.

"Introduce me. Hiccup!"

Chu Lu burped:
"Muyu, this is my brother, Chen Xiang!"

Then he pointed at the woman:
"Old Chen, this is my friend, Wang Muyu. Hey, her family is not ordinary. Her father is the marquis of our Donghong country. This time she is going to manage the business in Golden City. You two should get to know each other. I have to go and vomit for a while."

Chu Lu staggered away, leaving Chen Xiang helpless. He had no interest in meeting any noble lady.
The girl in a long skirt with extremely fair skin looked at Chen Xiang curiously.

Her eyes are as clear as autumn water, and her eyebrows are as delicate and powerful as ink paintings. She does not look ostentatious, yet absolutely cannot be ignored.

"Hello, Wang Muyu."

The girl smiled and stretched out her hand, and Chen Xiang shook it politely:

"Chen Xiang."

Wang Muyu held a wine glass in his hand, leaning on the railing beside Chen Xiang, quietly enjoying the sea breeze and watching the sunset, and asked casually:
"Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Chu Lu and I have only known each other for a short time. It was just a coincidence." Chen Xiang replied with a smile.

"Is that so?"

Wang Muyu seemed to be thinking about something, and asked with a smile:

"Come to think of it, what are you doing in Golden City? Are you being forced by your family to take care of some business?"

"That's not the case. My family doesn't have any property. If I really have one, it's just a shabby castle."

Chen Xiang yawned:
"Well, let's go there for some fun."

"I see."

Wang Muyu put the wine glass aside, held his chin with both hands, and said sadly:

"I don't know if the next few days will be smooth sailing." "Why? Are you worried about danger? Isn't everything calm?" Chen Xiang said with a smile, but the latter shook his head:

"That may not be the case. I actually regret boarding this ship. Well, I just found out that Old Chu was forced to board the ship by his father. I heard that he was going to choose an heir for their Chu family this time."

After a pause, Wang Muyu said lazily:

"If I were Lao Chu's eldest brother or second sister, I would never let Lao Chu sail smoothly. That's the inheritance right."

Chen Xiang was not interested and did not pay much attention to these so-called intrigues. They were too far away from him. To him, these were just like playing house.

Quietly feel the sea breeze blowing,

Chen Xiang changed the subject:
"Why would your family let a girl like you go so far away to manage the business?"

"Well, actually, it's also a failure in the struggle. It's a disguised form of exile."

Wang Muyu stretched himself lazily:

"Children of big families like us are always like this, aren't they? Family affection is weak, and they fight to the death for a little power. Actually, Old Chu is quite stupid."

As she spoke, she turned around and pointed at the noble men and ladies, curling her lips and saying:

"I can guess a little bit about Old Chu's purpose for inviting us to the ship. It's a kind of deterrent to make his elder brother and second sister be cautious. After all, so many children of the big families are on the ship."

After a pause, she continued:

"But the problem is that these are all direct descendants of various major clans. Nine out of ten of them are fighting with their brothers and sisters. You can't be sure that one of their brothers and sisters will go crazy and launch a major attack."

Chen Xiang looked at Wang Muyu in surprise:
"Is this why you're worried? You see it very clearly."

He found it somewhat novel. It was his first time to come into contact with such a thing. Although it was like playing house to him, Chen Xiang was also willing to linger in it.

Only in this way can he feel enough humanity, know that he is still a "human", and retain the already faded "humanity".

In Tianchuan City, Li Rongen has already started preaching on a large scale, and the White Star Country has also sowed the seeds of faith.
The Order Church is developing rapidly, and the number of believers is increasing day by day. The more believers there are, the closer Chen Xiang is to the realm of the true God.
The closer he is to the realm of true God, the stronger his divinity becomes and the more his humanity disappears.

Chen Xiang didn't like this feeling.

Rather than being an indifferent and superior god, he would rather be a human with all seven emotions and six desires.

"What are you thinking about?" Wang Muyu looked at him curiously, blinking his big eyes: "You are not scared by me and are starting to worry, right?"

"No, I just suddenly felt a little emotional."

Chen Xiang smiled and said:
"You said that the world is already dangerous enough, with supernatural beings lurking, evil gods lurking, and demons emerging one after another. Why do people still fight and deceive each other?"

"Hey?"

Wang Muyu's music:
"I didn't expect you to be so naive. Fighting is the main theme of life. From wild beasts to gods, who doesn't fight? Utopia doesn't exist."

"That's right." Chen Xiang sighed slightly.

Wang Muyu raised his glass:
"Respect life."

Chen Xiang clinked glasses with her:

"Respect the years."

The two drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, Chen. Um, Chen Xiang, that's the name, right? I'll remember it. I'm going to the cocktail party first, and we'll talk later."

Chen Xiang nodded slightly and watched the noble lady walk away with graceful steps. He turned around, leaned on the railing, and stared at the sea quietly.

He saw dusk gradually darkening on the horizon - it was not that the sun had completely set, but that dark clouds were rolling and gathering.

A storm is coming.

"Can't you be calm for a while?" Chen Xiang stretched and sighed softly.

…………

The other side of the sea.

The huge ghost ship was floating in the storm, burning with faint green fire, but it was extremely stable. The ghost captain at the helm suddenly opened his eyes and his nose twitched slightly.

“I smell fear”

He whispered indifferently:
"That bastard is at sea again!"

The ghost captain suddenly turned the rudder, and the entire ghost ship made a low roar, breaking through the waves, and sailed towards somewhere under the cover of the storm.

At the same time, in a cabin of a huge ship.

The hooded middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and frowned slightly:
“I smell it.”

"The smell of dog-skin plaster."

"Why is that damn old ghost so persistent in pursuing me?"

(End of this chapter)