Traveler in the Pirate World

The stars and the moon were shining in the sky. In the dark cabin, some people leaned against each other tiredly and fell asleep, while others wailed, causing the restless people to complain. However, no one dared to really vent their anger. After all, those bandits with knives and weapons were guarding outside the door. Some unruly bastards didn't know whether to live or die.

Under the unnoticed window, Lily held Mary and sat quietly in the moonlight. The girl's eyes were lowered, and her blue eyes were filled with the breath of time.

The seeds of rules stored in the Eye of God are fragile. In essence, they are just fragile things born from Lily's own power combined with elemental power and the body, soul, will and past of the holder.

Before this seed can truly exist in this world, all its power can only be presented in the form of elemental force, at least for the holder.

But compared to the cultivation methods of other worlds, this path to becoming a god is undoubtedly fed by the gods themselves. After all, as long as you have a strong enough will, you just have to work hard. What an unreasonable path.

Of course, this path comes at a price. All power will be returned to the source of everything, and Lily will always be above all gods.

And because of the huge gap created by different life levels, control of rules, affinity, etc., it is destined that these seeds in other people's hands will become towering trees in Lily's hands.

While most time rule holders in this world can and can only influence themselves or designated objects, Lily has already stood on the bank of the long river of time.

"Merry, do you want to hear a story?" Those ice-blue eyes spanned the long years and saw the distant past.

The moment she completely let go of her own path of growth, the girl's journey had already become different from that of ordinary people. What she saw along the way was not only humans and scenery; what she heard along the way was not only words and the chirping of birds and insects; what she saw along the way was not only the present, the past and the future.

Most of Lily's travel notes seem to be just a few words, but what follows represents the entire life of a person, a dog, a forest, and so on.

Meili looked up at the girl's face and nodded obediently, "I want to hear it!"

So, in the old-fashioned opening remarks, Lily recounted an ancient past.

a long long time ago……

That was an era when many countries coexisted. They did not have a united organization like a world government. Each country had its own army, and they united with each other, fought against each other, and checked and balanced each other.

One day, a seaside town in the not-so-powerful Kingdom of Lesilis welcomed the roaming Rock Circus. In that era when entertainment resources were scarce, for the children in the town, this was a happy event comparable to the New Year.

The men, with their crying and making a fuss and refusing to leave, stopped helplessly in front of the stage where the charming women were dancing passionately, watching the performance attentively and giving them tips without hesitation.

Some unlucky guys were grabbed by their ears by their wives, causing bursts of laughter, and then they were reported by their friends in groups of two or three, and walked into the big tent with their children wailing.

Inside the tent was a play that told the story of an ancient kingdom so ancient that it could only be recorded in legend.

The violent piano music leads the story to its climax. In order to protect mankind from the disaster of the world-destroying flood, the great king burned himself to death and opened up an independent space.

"Dad, is this true?" The young child looked at his father seriously, his eyes full of excitement.

"That's fake. Even if such a powerful person existed in this world, their clan would have surely failed. See Li on the street... Ouch, his name is so tongue-twisting. He's the old beggar Li who's looking for wine everywhere. He is the descendant of that kingdom. If their king had succeeded, how could they have ended up here?" The unscrupulous father ruthlessly interrupted the boy's passionate fantasy. As a child from an ordinary family, unnecessary fantasies could not change the class system that blocked everything.

Behind the curtain where no one was paying attention, a pair of bright eyes were watching everything carefully.

"Totumjika, you really like this story!"

The sudden sound startled the young man. He turned around to look at the boy who was half a head taller than him, patted his chest and said with lingering fear, "Brother Rodsim, you scared me to death. I thought the old captain came to arrest me again."

"You're right, then. Grandpa, the head of the group, asked me to tell you that my dad's magic show is about to begin. You have to get to work."

"Can you let me finish watching this part? You know this part is the most exciting. It makes my blood boil every time."

"No!" Rodsim refused mercilessly.

"Please, Brother Rodsim!" Totemjika, who was at an adorable age, acted like a spoiled brat without any restraint. He was already very good-looking, and this action was even more adorable enough to make him bleed.

"Then watch for a while, but only for a while." Rodsim's face remained cold, except for the changes during the performance.

"Thank you, Brother Rodsim, you are such a good person!" The boy's praise made Rodsim's ears hidden under his long black hair turn slightly red.

A tall and straight man, wearing a tuxedo and a gentleman's hat, bows and salutes under the interweaving lights, heralding the start of the performance.

A gentle prelude came from behind the curtain, and a little boy sat in front of a big piano, with notes jumping between his fingers.

"He's a genius, isn't he?" The old band leader hunched over, looking at the boy who was usually jumpy but became a completely different person once he touched the instrument, and exclaimed with sincere admiration.

"Yes, he is a genius!" Rodsim nodded in agreement.

"Of course you're a genius too!"

……

The performance continued into the evening, and the dancers sat in the restaurant, complaining about the jealous women who had made them lose a lot of money.

The pianist would take his child to a corner to explain the music score, and every time at this time, Totemjika would always study very hard.

The magician was writing and drawing complicated magic conjectures and processes, and occasionally gesticulating and simulating some body movements.

Rodsim sat opposite him, making magic props without raising his head, having long been accustomed to his magic-mad father.

He has very skillful hands. Of course, every magician has skillful hands, but his is more skillful.

However, on such an ordinary night, a sudden scream broke the tranquility of the night. The leader of the acrobatic troupe ran out of the tent first, but he only saw flames rising into the sky in the distance and heard people shouting from afar.

"Run...Run, the Kru Kingdom is attacking!"

The sudden outbreak of the war caught everyone off guard, and the reputation of the Kru Kingdom was even more terrifying. People did not even have time to pack their bags and fled in panic. Even if they lost everything, it was better than falling into the hands of these guys. The Kru Kingdom was a name like a devil.