I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain Chapter 430

Chapter 430 The meaning of existence

"It's still a little bit worse, where is the difference?"

Tu Fu, who wrote the last sentence in the logbook, subconsciously bit the tip of his pen, worrying about the problem at hand.

Relying on the "fairy tales" brought by the colored people in the mainland, the third vest "Aesop Andersen", tens of millions of anchor points are firmly placed in the sea of consciousness, and Tu Fu is on the verge of collapse My nerves improved.

After entering the state of meditation, this kind of power can be transformed into endless "spirituality",

Helps superhumans increase their upper limit of ability.

He tried to shield the moon for a long time, always limited by timeliness, and dreamed of condensing a new "heart".

After several attempts, I always failed at the last minute.

After becoming the ghost captain, he can no longer feel the joys and sorrows of this world, nor can he feel his own existence.

The things they did in the Southern Continent were just inputting commands like marionettes,

Follow instructions.

Everything is ice cold.

"Snapped!"

Closed the diary that recorded his dark history, Tu Fu did not continue to dwell on this matter.

In two days, the kingdom's fleet will come to welcome him back to the country. It wants to try a few more times at this last moment to restore its perception of the outside world.

Otherwise, I would go back like this, and I always feel a little regretful.

"Fortunately, Mr. Orwell found someone to replace me in the library job, which saves me a lot of trouble, otherwise I would have to imagine a new version of me."

Tufu muttered to himself, "But I still have to go to Tabur Royal Academy. Today seems to be the academy's prom. I promised Miss Cheryl before, so I can't let her down!"

He feels more like an older brother to Cheryl. Over the past few years, watching her grow up, strange fate always meets like quantum entanglement.

Since Whiskey Hill and the return to the kingdom were resolved, Tu Fu finally had little time to wander around the streets of Tabor.

After going out, I used a taboo face-changing mask to transform into a middle-aged yellow-skinned image.

After all, the popularity of His three vests is ridiculously high,

Can only be shown in this image.

Passing through the noisy and busy market, the hawkers' cries overwhelm the waves, which is very Ishii-like. Even as the capital of the kingdom, the pace of life in Tabor is still very slow.

There are not too many high-rise buildings, and there are no bustling crowds.

There are no signs of commercial pollution in the scenic spots inside and outside the city. Just walk around on the road at will, and you can feel the long-lost years of tranquility.

Pretending to buy some street food, walking into shops to find some gadgets to bargain prices, is one of the few pleasures he enjoys when he comes out to hang out.

"Hey, sir, are you a native of Santa, or a gentleman from the Northern Continent."

At this time, I only heard a rough male voice next to my ear. Although the voice was loud, the tone of the man was quite polite.

is also of yellow-skinned race, holding a stack of printing paper in his hand.

Tu Fu rolled his eyes, and lied naturally in the local dialect he learned: "I grew up in Tabor since I was a child."

The man turned his previous accent into a thick native language voice,

"Brother, this is great, can I spare you a few minutes, I want to promote to you an organization called 'Freemasonry', which is after the great Mr. Aesop Andersen explored the Incasian civilization, An organization founded voluntarily by the Santa Aboriginal people.

All brothers and sisters who join the association are one family. "

"Oh, I'm a little interested, why don't you tell me."

Tu Fu raised his brows, he himself didn't even know that there was such a thing.

"'Freemasonry' is not an organization with strict strata, but more about the unfair treatment of people of color in society. We are also a nation with a great past and should not be oppressed and discriminated against by other races.

Only when all people of color should unite, those big men dare not underestimate us..."

The Propaganda Ambassador's answer was straightforward enough. In a few sentences, he explained clearly the teachings of this grassroots organization that has recently sprung up in the Southern Continent.

An organization that speaks out purely in response to society's unfair treatment of people of color.

The man holding the poster said seriously: "We require the same working hours and the same salary as white people.

We want even people of color to be able to ride public transportation without being judged.

What we hope most is our own children, who can grow up happily and healthily on this land that should belong to us, just like white children.

At least, it shouldn't be like this now. "

"Sir, what you said is completely fine."

Tu Fu nodded earnestly after hearing this: "In my opinion, it is not too much to ask for one's due rights, and I fully support it."

"Of course, we never ask too much, but the gentlemen above always find various reasons to perfuse us. They can't see or hear anything. If this is the case, I think deaf-mute people are the worst. Suitable for those who sit in high government positions.

We can only be united and twisted together so that we will not be ignored by them. "

"This is long overdue, why not do it before."

"For a long time, even many people in the Southern Continent hated their own land. In the eyes of many people, this barren soil can't bring us anything.

But just over a month ago, that all changed. "

The "Masonry" propaganda envoy, looking at a certain direction in the sky, complimented from the bottom of his heart:

"This is also thanks to Mr. Aesop Andersen. His appearance is our "Masonic" spiritual guide. The remains of the Incasian civilization he excavated let us know how great our soil is.

As a white man, he is willing to speak out for people of color and defend our rights for us. We are more willing to believe in that gentleman than the seven gods that everyone in the Northland believes in! "

It took a long time for the other party to preach the teachings, and Tu Fu also stood there for a long time to recollect what he just said.

Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, at least I did a good deed.

The sky is getting dark.

Near Tabor Royal Academy, sparse students leave from the school gate. Every year at this time, there will be many big plays at the gate of the college, and Tabor is the same.

The couple who were reluctant to say goodbye to their friends and classmates, and secretly in love held each other's hands. A farce coming out of the teaching building aroused Tu Fu's interest.

"Smart boy, with your grades, you must be able to go to Göttinghagen soon. That's your dream, right?"

"I hope you can find a white girl, even if she is ugly and fat, no matter how old you are, you will marry her, right, just because she is a white girl, hahaha."

"You poor **** of other colors are always delusional."

Several fair-skinned students are entangled with a yellow-skinned boy, and you are sarcastically mocking the boy.

"It's a familiar feeling, as if I've seen it before." Tu Fu looked from a distance, and after thinking for a moment, he recognized the identity of the other party.

The yellow boy who was ridiculed by several people was just the famous gifted student in the academy who could take as many exams as he could with his total score.

Once served as a student representative at the mobilization meeting, he was amazing.

At this moment, the child bowed his head and said nothing, and walked forward without explaining or stopping, but the more the students behind him became more resolute, they began to move and move, becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Tu Fu's palm lightly brushed across his face, and in a blink of an eye, he became a serious middle-aged man of about fifty years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

His face directly turned into his boss, Mr. "George Orwell", the manager of the logistics department.

Tu Fu braved his identity and walked towards those naughty students.

I saw His face was cold, and a sense of majesty rose, and he shouted at those people in a low tone: "What are you doing here! Go home quickly."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Orwell."

"Let's go now."

Although the bullying children are white-skinned, when they see the person in charge of the academy, even if he is just a small logistics minister, he is always suppressed by blood.

After three or two sentences, one or two immediately corrected their attitude, and promised again and again that they would not do the same thing again.

Then, he ran away without stopping.

"Thanks...thank you..."

A faint voice came, it was the gifted student who didn't say a word just now.

Tu Fu looked down at the yellow-skinned boy who publicly declared that he wanted to marry a white girl. He just said lightly:

"Don't pay attention to what these brats say, and don't think about revenge on them, it's really meaningless."

"Mr. Orwell, so you still remember me."

“I want the offspring to be Caucasian 'smart boys'. Although I don't agree with your ideas, I can't blame you from a moral standpoint.”

"That was the idea before...now...not now..."

"Oh?"

"We also had a great civilization, and our ancestors were also great. Even if we can't reproduce their greatness, we shouldn't be ashamed of them..."

Tu Fu listened quietly to the child as if he was a different person, speaking mature words that did not match his age. He seemed to have suddenly discovered the meaning of his coming to the Southern Continent.

He can't help everyone who is going astray in this world,

But at least those who pass by Him,

Feel a touch of warmth.

(end of this chapter)

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