Chapter 19: Growing texture

Chapter 19 The Texture of Growth
Anger looked out with doubts, such a big horn, he heard it for the first time after he came to Haiyuecheng. Is it an emergency?
The bookstore owner also walked to the window at this time, pinched the splayed splayed Hu, and stared at the Vichy Harbour: "Hey? It was the merchant ship of the outer continent. Oh, it seems that the sea of ​​whales has been completely Thawed, and when the cargo ship is unloaded, it will be lively."
Speaking of this, the store owner told the buddy to rush to the Vichy harbour to guard, the city can not only his bookstore, want to get more refined sources of goods, it depends on the skills.
"The sea of ​​whales is open? Then... the ship of the Continental is coming? Or, it has already come." Anger looked silently into the distance, with a hint of expectation and a little sentimentality.
After a while, Angel’s face hangs again with a smile, picking up unnecessary thoughts and looking through the books in the box.
Let Anger raise his eyebrows, the collection of books in the three boxes, most of them are rare books. Although the texture of the paper used to see the texture is very poor, but after all, the mainstream skin scrolls are hidden in the aristocratic family, the folk homemade paper is almost normal.
The store owner has all the books in the bag, and as it is said, it is not mildew. Anger looked at the sky early, simply sat down and read it one by one.
The sand of time is always dripping, when the floating clouds in the sea and sky are dyed with red, the gray seagull returns to the reef, and the twilight shines on the whole sea moon city. Anger just stood up, patted the dust on the trouser legs, and then pointed to the wooden box on the side, said to the owner: "The book in this box, trouble to help me to the glory crown of the bounty guild."
The most luxurious hotel on the entire North Shore, the non-glory crown is none other than. How could the store owner not hear about it, and immediately told the buddy to carry the box and follow Angel.
The book itself is expensive, plus this time Angel bought so much, it took a full 30 gold coins, almost equivalent to a four-person family income for ten years. Angel himself also feels painful, just thinking that books are equivalent to knowledge, knowledge can be turned into money, and he is relieved... but he himself knows that this is an excuse for self-comfort.
Along the way, Anger clearly felt the excitement of the surrounding people, and everyone had a happy color on his face. The smoothness of the whale sea has officially opened the good sign of shipping this year.
When I returned to the hotel, the sun just fell from the end of the sea. There is still a scent of redness on the coastline, and Haiyue City has already fallen into the night.
Before waiting for Angel to enter the door, he saw the door opposite the door open, and Moro and Allen and his brother came over to him.
"I have just received the news that the freighter of the Continental has arrived at the Haiyuexia Gorge and will arrive at the port of Vichy tomorrow morning. You will sort out the things to be taken away this evening. We will board the ship tomorrow at noon." I followed the bookstore buddy next to Anger, and looked at the full-box book. He smiled and said: "You are prepared to buy some books. We have to stay on the boat for nearly half a year, and read books on the road. Can pass the time."
Moro finished, facing the two grandchildren around him: "You also go back and sort out your luggage. From tomorrow, the comfortable life will say goodbye to you."
Bright moonlight, gentle comforting the gradually calming Haiyuecheng. Anger stood in front of the terrace and looked at the south. His thoughts turned thousands of times. In the end, he just shook his head and said goodbye to the past.
The night bird cut through the sky, Vichy Harbour was busy all day, and finally quieted down after midnight.
The quiet port of the black scorpion, only a few wooden pillars, hanging three oil lamps that are burning.
At this time, from a small boat on the hemiplegia, a black shadow suddenly passed through the faint light. Through the flashing light, you can see that it was a black man with a blindfold.
The black man flew fast and soon out of the port of Vichy. He walked all the way to the road without lights. With the moonlight, you can see a pair of green shiny scorpions. Besides, there are no other features.
The black man is like a lone wolf running at night, silent, not contaminated with a hint of fire, but has the speed to match the cheetah.
Just as the black man ran to the central block of Haiyuecheng, he suddenly slammed and stopped the pace of galloping.
That snoring, with a pleasant frequency, is clearly a female voice!
"Weird, how do you feel the scent of a magical demon? Is it that the ancient king and the barbarian cave people reached an agreement?" The woman in black eyes with a hint of fear, if it is really the arrival of the magic, as long as a dozen face-to-face, she must be in jeopardy: "Awful, don't just break a hat, I have chased me for two whole years!... Does the crown have other special places besides symbolizing the imperial power?"
The woman in black didn't dare to think too much at the moment, looking into the direction of the magical atmosphere, and she was surrounded by a spirit and a divergence.
The direction she looked at was precisely where the bounty guild was.
Under the soft moonlight, Angel closed his eyes in his dreams, his hands involuntarily scratched his back, and the expression in his sleep was painful.
No one saw, a greenish pattern, slowly spread from a small point near the back of the butterfly bone of Anger, like a vine, a little extension...
Anger was awakened by Moore’s knock on the door.
With a trace of exhaustion, Angel opened the door and saw Moro in a black robe, and the well-worn Allen brother and sister behind him.
Anger bowed, how come up so early?
In the next second, Irene’s answer answered his doubts:
Pat brother, we have already had lunch, why haven’t you got up yet?

Have you had lunch? Anger’s mind was awkward. If you remember correctly, Moro said yesterday that he would board the ship at noon today.
Angel’s face flashed a trace of sputum, his brain turned, and he coughed two times and said:
Sorry, it was too late to sort out the luggage last night, so... you wait a moment, I will come out soon.

After Anger finished, he closed the door without waiting for their reaction.
Looking at the closed door, Moro did not say anything, Irene, with a look of doubt on her face, went downstairs with Allen, who had no face.
Looking at the busy scene outside the window, Angel then realized that he really slept over his head, and had no time to think about it, he hurriedly cleaned his face.
Until the finishing of the dress, let the waiter carry the baggage to leave, Angel has some doubts.
Yesterday, he still slept at normal time, but why was he not awake until the next day? This is a unique thing for Anger, who has always seen time.
Anger thought for a long time, but only vaguely felt that he didn't seem to sleep well last night. It always feels itchy on the back, like an ant crawling in the blood vessels under the skin, with a grinding itch and hard-to-describe burning pain.
Long time to sleep, this will not be related to this?
Anger subconsciously scratched his back and did not have the slightest sense of abnormality.
Is it an illusion?
Until meeting with Moro and others, Angel did not reach a conclusion, so he had to give up and attribute everything to mental exhaustion.
(End of this chapter)