I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

In the dream world, the long-lasting gray fog still permeates the wilderness.

The preacher crossed his fingers and leaned his elbows on the table. Opposite him sat the hermit.

wide-eyed,

"Why are there only two of us today? What are the others doing?"

The hermit moved his semi-metal neck and complained to the missionary with some dissatisfaction.

The missionary tilted his head and sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"Who knows? But I can't stay with you for too long today. My dad has something to do with me."

"Hello?" The hermit's eyes widened, "Preacher, you, a bushy-eyed guy, have been betrayed by the revolution. Shouldn't the protagonists be orphans? Why are you the only one with both parents?"

The missionary rolled his eyes at him, stood up, and turned his head with some disdain.

"My parents are both busy, and I have a sister and a house."

Suddenly, the hermit's entire dragon froze.

……

The dark night brings a long silence, and the tall floor-to-ceiling windows hang down from the roof to the ground. This is Siberia, where winter lasts for nearly eight months of the year.

Regarding the authenticity of what he said, Sith did not lie to the hermit. He was really a busy parent. He had a sister and a house. However, this girl was a cousin, not a relative. She was still far away in Academy City and was a girl. This house Not in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, but in Siberia.

The swift cold wind whizzed against the window, rolling up ice shards the size of glass balls and making a rattling noise. People couldn't help but be wary of the fragile glass.

What if it breaks next moment? Ice crystal glass smeared on your face?

Of course, this is just a bit of unrealistic delusion.

In this world where science and magic coexist, and angels and gods sit high in the sky, as long as you give enough money, someone will dare to build you even a god-killing weapon, let alone a few pieces of glass.

The special polymer material is engraved with dense magic lines. These glass sides are equivalent to a simple magic spirit outfit. In terms of defense, even a Scud missile cannot leave a white line on it.

In a place where it takes several years to build a house, it is really a luxury to have such a mansion, or a mansion.

But who said his father was rich? Not to mention a foreign mansion, even if there are several more, it is more than enough. High-end materials are completely imported from China, and designers and workers are all hired from China. They are authentically made in China. Even the magic lines are from An expert invited by Longhu Mountain.

Combining Chinese and Western elements, to be honest, the business of Taoist priests in recent years has been quite extensive, ranging from asking gods to draw talismans to consecrating glass, covering everything. The magic lines they draw are more realistic than those painted by Russian adult religion. Industrialization, Standardization, gold standard.

When it comes to houses, the houses that the Chinese people live in are the ones that the Chinese people build themselves for peace of mind.

Although Sis has a foreign name, lives in Siberia, and may not be going to Japan to study in Academy City in the future, his father, his grandfather, and his ancestors are all Chinese for generations, and they even returned to China to renovate the ancestral hall two days ago. .

In order to make a living, his father, who was busy all day long, could be said to have carried out happiness to the end. He hired Chinese cooks from China, paid a lot of money for a British housekeeper, drove a German car, and even cheated on a Japanese wife, who was less than thirty years old. I had him when I was 20 years old. He was rich in money, charming and a sure winner in life.

It’s just that I don’t have good taste, and I just want to stay in Siberia and play in the mud. Even if the western region is developed, Xinjiang is still a good place. Why come to Siberia? Are we going to vigorously develop agriculture and grow potatoes? But yes, as a Chinese, we cannot bear to have no land to farm.

No one knows what he thinks, just like no one knows why he cosplayed Darth Vader when his wife gave birth to a baby.

The long corridor has no end in sight, and the Siberian night sky may still have some time before dawn. After all, it is only six o'clock. In a place where the night can last for more than ten hours, his nightlife is only But it's just the beginning, even though he doesn't have much of a nightlife.

Thin light spreads on the ground like mercury, and the air is filled with a faint scent of wood. This corridor paved with huge pine trees is particularly emotional.

Da da……

Sith walked forward step by step, his cane constantly tapping on the ground. A huge silver-white cross hung on the wall next to him. Like the ruby ​​cane in his hand, it was a gift from the regional bishop of Russia's established religion.

Because you are a foreigner, you will inevitably have to deal with local snakes. Moreover, this is a strange country where religion controls the government.

This made him a little embarrassed. After all, he was a true materialist. Apart from science, he did not want to find a god to put his faith in.

He doesn't know much about the future of this country, nor does he know where the emperor-like figure who can judge these monsters and monsters is.

He is tall and thin, and a sinister wind blows across the entire corridor. From time to time, two gloomy will-o'-the-wisps float around him. This scene is rare in Russia.

The cross on the wall suddenly emitted a strong light, like a bolt of lightning, and the force of the explosion was enough to tear the ghost into pieces.

clang!

The rich darkness hovering on the ceiling surged in. It was like chains made of fine steel, locking the silver-white cross firmly to the wall. As the king of darkness, he was qualified to choose himself. customer, although he is a genuine materialist.

Blood was dripping. What tightened his body was long black hair, and a pale arm hung on his shoulder. This was a ghost lady.

Whispering in his ear, Sith could even feel the ice-laden breath.

"Don't make trouble."

Sis raised his hand to block the beautiful face that was getting closer. His thin lips were cold, like an ice crystal hidden at the bottom of a deep pool.

"I'm only thirteen years old, and I haven't found a girlfriend yet. I'll call you in a few days."

Frowning her eyebrows, Miss Ghost retreated unwillingly. She wrapped her arms around Sith's neck, with some hesitation on her face. Her big bright eyes kept looking at Sith's face, as if she was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to bite him. One mouthful.

喤！

The ruby ​​on the cane flashed a red light, and a proud, clear, and threatening female voice came from inside.

"He has rejected you, didn't you hear? Why don't you leave quickly?"

Miss Ghost's face changed instantly. She looked up and down at the soul fire in her chest, which was as big as a grain of rice. Then she looked at the huge red flame in her cane, which was as big as the red moon. She puffed up her face and let go of her hand in a nonchalant manner. .

That hateful, jealous and stingy woman will be abandoned by the king one day.

Sith rubbed his right hand on the gem for a while to show comfort, and then the red light fell again and calmed down.

This cane was given to him by the regional bishop of the Russian Orthodox Church when he was baptized. It is said to have come from a vampire of the Grand Duke level and was a trophy obtained by the bishop during his adventures.

There are many elements of exaggeration in it, and big shots always like to put gold on their faces. For example, he doubted whether the bishop had ever seen a real vampire.

Hidden inside the cane is a weapon forged from a special metal, as well as a vampire ghost who lives in ruby, the 15-year-old Count Elisabeth Bathory from Hungary.

No matter how Sith asked, Elizabeth killed her 15 years old anyway. After so many years, she was still 15 years old. This made Sith more and more suspicious of the bishop's qualifications. This is a Russian adult church, a church that specializes in hunting ghosts. How can it be so good? Is it dark under the lamp?

In short, in this place where no outsiders are seen all year round, and where even going to school requires tutors, being able to flirt with one or two ghost ladies from time to time is already a rare opportunity for him to have the opposite sex.

This weird scene may continue until he goes to junior high school in Academy City, which is what they call junior high school. It is really difficult to find a young lady who can make him gentle, even though he is so handsome.

why?

Inadvertently, the ruby ​​on the cane flashed secretly, as if a lady was grinding her teeth at the ghosts around her.

This is really not a good metaphor.