Beiyuan and Feng turned their faces sideways and saw Byron standing in the sun.

His body was shrouded in the brilliant golden autumn sunshine, and his gray-green loose clothes were lifted up in the constant blowing wind, revealing his looming abdominal muscles and mermaid lines. His red hair looked more like a man in the golden-red woods.

A burning fire.

——Or it’s a wild rose that smells fresh and warm in the forest, blooms persistently and sadly, and is so red it’s almost like blood.

Byronic hero…

The traveler subconsciously chewed on this familiar yet unfamiliar word in his mind, and suddenly remembered the first time he heard this word.

It was a very dull afternoon in the "History of Foreign Literature" class at the university, and it was also the last class of the day.

The teacher was talking about Byron on the blue ppt, and his famous "The Travels of Childe Harold", and mentioned the heroes created by one of the greatest romantic poets in England.

They will always be the decisive rebels of this world, always full of love for the world, and always uphold their own determination. They will also always be lonely, always proud, and always walking on the road that is not understood by people.

They are always fluttering their wings and dying mid-flight, and they are always performing one-act dramas of personal heroism in the world.

Just like Icarus trying to fly to the sun.

This is what a hero is, at least in Byron's mind.

Kitahara and Kaede were sitting in class in a daze, but they felt like they were in a trance, as if they saw the handsome poet looking at the sea from the bow of the ship.

He looked at how this man wrote the warmest and most romantic poems with great enthusiasm, and how his expression suddenly became dull and he moved the poem away without interest.

"Yes, they are indeed the most fearless and determined rebels, with great hearts filled with love and compassion for the world. They are different from mediocre people. They want to fly because it is their nature.

"

The poet turned around, and then sighed, his tone sounded bored, even with a sense of boredom: "But what does this mean?"

"They will all fail, and they will all die. Because from the moment it was born, this world did not exist for humans to fly."

Kitahara and Kaede were in class, silently watching the lonely and arrogant poet, the rebel who was once doted on by the British upper class but also abandoned by the upper class, and watched him gently dying at the other end of time.

Smile and say a short word.

He said: "never"

In the background, you can vaguely hear the noisy sound of seagulls flapping their wings in the sea.

The traveler sighed and struggled out of these distant memories. His consciousness was brought back to reality by the chirping of these birds. In his sight was Byron, who was still looking at the ship proudly and sadly.

Kitahara and Kaede have always been able to distinguish the difference between the three-dimensional writer and the two-dimensional superpower. To him, they are similar but completely different souls.

But at this moment, he seemed to see the shadow of the three-dimensional poet writing poetry again, and the look in his eyes was like the supernatural being who was admiring his sailboat.

Melancholy and lonely, bright and blazing. Watching the life in full swing, also watching their final ending.

——From a certain perspective, this warm and pessimistic feeling is really similar to that of the three-dimensional poet.

"Speak of it, Mr. Byron."

In the end, the traveler could only sigh in his heart, pretending that nothing happened, bent his orange-gold eyes, and said to this person in a teasing tone:

"Don't you think it's a bit unlucky to say 'die because of the ocean' before the boat is launched? What if the blessing comes true?"

"Eh?"

Byron was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his arms, and his expression instantly turned serious: "That's right, so I won't say these words. After all, the significance of going to sea this time is quite special, and the ship cannot sink yet.

…”

I'm beginning to wonder if your ultimate goal in building ships is to sink them all to the bottom of the sea.

Kitahara and Kaede thought helplessly, and then walked a little closer to the ship until they could reach out and touch its beautiful golden-red hull.

The red paint base is painted with golden patterns that look like flowers and flames, forming a phoenix as a whole that seems to be composed of flowers and fire.

At the bow of the ship, Byron equipped the ship with a ram and a statue that were strong enough to break through some smaller stones and ice. The statue depicts a bound Prometheus, with the god melancholy and confused.

The deep gaze echoed with the red color on the ship's surface.

——The god who brought fire to mankind looks at the sea of ​​fire.

Beihara and Feng touched the ship. Although it had been painted, he still felt the familiar texture of wood through other places, so he turned his head curiously and asked Byron: "What is this ship?"

Made of teak?”

"Most of them are indeed teak, but they are actually composites of various woods. After all, it is the 21st century. Why do wooden ships need to have a composite deck and a composite high-strength mast?"

Byron came back from the consideration of "how to make his ship more reliable in the face of wind and waves" and nodded generously:

"As for other things, basically these woods have been soaked in tung oil, and the paint on them is also resistant to salt spray, and the smell is basically gone. After all, we can't let children endure the smell of those messy chemicals all day long.

, these are not very good for the body.”

From this point of view, Byron is indeed very reliable. Let’s not talk about whether the ship can sail to Ireland, at least it is full of details.

Beihara and Feng walked around the ship for a few steps and continued to look up at the ship's mast.

At this time, the dazzling sun was hanging in the sky, and the position of the mast subtly overlapped in his field of vision, as if it were a navigation light raised on a tall vertical pole.

"By the way, are there corresponding electrical equipment and power generation measures? Modern communications are inseparable from electricity. If you want to move forward at night, you may also need lights with sufficient wattage."

Kitahara and Feng watched for a while, and continued to check for leaks and fill in the gaps in the ship, lest they have any problems at sea due to various accidents, which would be really bad luck.

"Don't worry, there is a generator on the boat, and it also has matching super beautiful lights. As long as you turn on the lights at night, it will definitely be the most beautiful boat in the sea!"

When Byron mentioned this, his voice suddenly became louder, and his mint green eyes were shining brightly, as if this was the design that satisfied him the most on the entire ship.

"You don't have to have anything else, but the lights must exist on the boat, and they must be dazzling and bright enough! But you can turn off the lights if you want. The feeling of watching stars on the sea is actually super romantic. I also have a telescope.

!”

Kitahara and Kaede glanced at the lifting platform beside the mast and couldn't help laughing: "That's pretty good. Anthony should also like this design - his favorite is the stars."

"Hmm, I told you I'm a genius."

Although he was looking forward to the sinking of his ship, Byron still praised his ship very proudly, almost comparing it to a battleship:

"Look at his beautiful hull, look at the tight and solid structural splicing, look at this double-decker cabin that can hold a lot of food and supplies, and this majestic sail. There is only one problem with his whole body.

.”

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads, looked at the position of the rudder and mast, and thought about it first: "So one person needs to be at the helm, and another person needs to be at the sail?"

"It seems like you don't know anything about navigation. But this will make it easier for us when the time comes."

Byron raised his eyebrows at the traveler, and there was no surprise in his tone. He just had a bright and warm smile on his face, looking full of confidence:

"When steering the sail, you just need to follow my command. There is no need for any troublesome operations. Anthony, the kid, can help look at the surrounding situation, so that the general division of labor for the ship's travel is completed. If nothing happens, it is just a matter of time to arrive in Ireland.

It’s a matter of time.”

As long as nothing unexpected happens.

Kitahara and Feng glanced at Byron, who looked confident and showed no guilt on the outside. They repeated the word helplessly in their hearts, and finally sighed and laughed.

Forget it, you have already boarded this man's pirate ship. Even if you withdraw, it is probably too late. It is better to trust the credibility of Byron, Hugo and Goethe.

If it really doesn't work...actually, if the boat really capsizes, he won't have no remedies.

Kitahara and Kaede quickly made a plan in their minds, feeling that this journey was not as dangerous as he imagined.

And it’s not bad to look at the stars on the boat. He would also feel very sorry if he didn’t take a boat to fully experience the sea, and the whole journey across the sea was by plane, and the total journey time would not exceed two days.

After seeing the boat, everything becomes much easier.

Kitahara and Kaede spent the whole day buying various supplies at the market in Santander according to the capacity of the cabin:

Including food that has been stored for a longer period of time, a large amount of oil and salt, a large rain cover and raincoat, a small desalination device and fresh water, a variety of kitchen utensils, medical equipment sufficient to face a variety of complex situations, a compass and a multi-functional flashlight.

A change of clothes, detailed charts that are essential on the sea...

Of course, there are also baits for fishing and fishing rods for sea fishing - sometimes you can also fish on the boat.

As well as necessary books for travel, you can also read them when you are floating on the sea to learn more about the customs and customs of this world.

As for Byron, he had to deal with another matter: his ship was privately built by himself, and the voyage involved cross-border issues, so it was necessary to report it to the authorities.

"Actually, I really don't want to pay attention to them."

When Byron mentioned this matter, his tone was full of boredom and irritability: "I want to go sailing, I want to fulfill my ideals, I want to conquer the sea - does this have anything to do with them?

Why do I still need them to point fingers at my ship?"

When he was complaining about this matter, Kitahara and Kaede were concentrating on preparing dinner and dinner desserts, so they listened to the people around them in the kitchen talking about it for half an hour. It was unclear whether they were being coquettish or trying to steal desserts.

It wasn't until the traveler couldn't bear it and stuffed the Santiago cake into his mouth that the chirping red sparrow stopped and began to happily enjoy today's extra feeding.

"The flavor of chopped walnuts is really good! Kitahara, your cooking skills are comparable to those of Spanish pastry masters!"

Byron "Ah woo" ate the cake in just a few bites until only the Santiago Cross was left in the center. He came over to rub the free nanny chef he had found with satisfaction, as if he just took the initiative to turn his belly out and let others touch it.

Yuanxiaofeijiu.

"How about making fried French toast tomorrow? Catalan custard and white rice and milk porridge are also available."

Byron hugged Kitahara and Feng, looking at each other coquettishly with his mint green eyes. His voice sounded soft and soft, like a freshly baked egg tart: "Is that okay, Kitahara?"

"...Okay, I'll take a look at the recipe tomorrow."

Forget it, just think of it as a way to help the British who are basically semi-disabled in their own cuisine.

Kitahara and Kaede rubbed Byron's head, thinking of British food full of all kinds of weird and weird dishes, and suddenly felt calmer.

The only problem is that this dessert was supposed to be Anthony's late-night snack...but it's not a big deal. He can make a bigger one later, and it can be paired with a glass of almond candy ice drink.
Chapter completed!