anovelconsole Chapter 1142 - 1139:
Chapter 1142 - 1139:
"Give me a medium-sized ship." He approached the priest and proposed to buy a ship. Since people revered the deity, the ships in the ocean city were controlled by the church."What do you need a ship for? Be careful, we don’t have money..." Yuanyuan tugged on his sleeve. A medium-sized ship wasn’t something ordinary people could afford.
But she watched as Su Ming’an took out a large bag of coins and easily completed the transaction.
Even as she stood on the deck, Yuanyuan couldn’t react... They had arrived here empty-handed, and she was prepared for a tough life, yet Su Ming’an had silently become a millionaire?
"This is the funding." Su Ming’an said, "It’s given by the deity, so spend boldly. You can buy whatever you want, the deity is footing the bill."
Yuanyuan wore an indescribable expression.
"So where are we going?" she looked at the distant sea, the surface like an endless blue satin.
"Let’s find... sea monsters." Su Ming’an fixed his hat.
He suddenly laughed, causing Yuanyuan to glance sideways. She noticed Su Ming’an’s happiness and smiled from her heart as her lips curved slightly.
"Actually, it’s good to look for the legendary sea monsters, or oceanic treasure maps, or even to engage with pirates, or explore a new kingdom... Whatever we do, we still have plenty of time."
The world seemed to have never been so beautiful.
The young man and woman stood on the deck, facing the lights illuminating one by one in the distance. The flickering lights seemed to sway like their drifting years.
His gaze cut through the sea breeze, and his eyes reflected the boundless blue satin. He lifted his foot, stepped on the low railing, resting one hand on his knee, with the white feather on his hat brim fluttering with the sea breeze. For a moment... he strongly resembled a protagonist from an adventure story, ready to set sail.
The waves lapped beneath his feet like an ancient call. It was difficult to tell whether this scene belonged in the past or the future.
He didn’t know what it meant to collect ’goodness’, but since everyone emphasized ’vacation’, he decided to treat this as a long holiday.
Do what he wants to do.
Do what a nineteen-year-old really wants to do.
No need for logic, no need for reasons, no need for missions.
Be "Su Ming’an" rather than the "Number One Player."
"—Captain! Inspections are complete, we can set sail!"
Seagulls crossed the sky, leaving a long, white, delicate line. The sailors’ voices rang from the ship, loud and enthusiastic.
"Perhaps, the world knows it owes you much, it owes you the happy life you should have had, and it owes you many long years. So now, it wants to give it all back to you, to return the happiness you lacked." Yuanyuan held onto his sleeve.
s,
Reaping a boatful of moonlight.
...
This time, Su Ming’an’s sailing was accompanied by dozens of medium-sized ships.
He experienced the joy of sailing, that feeling of unfettered freedom. He thought, if he were born at sea, perhaps he’d truly become a captain.
He and Yuanyuan went to distant kingdoms, experiencing foreign cultures. To extremely deep sea areas, tracking Sea Monsters. To learn advanced technology, navigation, astronomy, pharmaceuticals...
One voyage after another, like an endless dream. Su Ming’an didn’t have a deep sense of reality, he felt as if he were floating in an anchorless sea, as though he authentically experienced it all, yet merely dreaming the southern corner.
He was still that young captain, time hadn’t left a speck of dust on him, only Yuanyuan’s appearance beside him, changing visibly to the naked eye.
She held the Life Authority, wouldn’t die from old age, yet she didn’t maintain her youthful looks, letting her appearance age naturally.
"In my past lives, I’ve never reached middle or even old age. This time, I want to live a complete life. I want to see... what it would be like if nothing had happened, aging with my companions by my side until we’re all white-haired, what a normal life would be like," Yuanyuan said.
Once, time drew a line at the age of nineteen, years after fell into the abyss. Unable to see oneself aging, unable to experience the feeling of growing.
But now, everything had a chance.
They went to many places—every nearby kingdom, remembering what specialties they had, what special snacks, which enthusiastic owners. He bought her a singing mechanical box, she handcrafted local plum blossom cakes for him to eat.
They attended various banquets, wore Baroque-style attire, or just entered with simple clothes and danced, no one withheld face from them, they were famous navigators within a thousand-mile radius. Due to Ming Hui’s experience, she danced elegant waltzes, while he, clueless, unable to learn anything, so she’d stretch her gloved hand to lead him in a dance together.
They could waste a lot of time, choosing an insignificant little ornament, without worrying about being interrupted by tasks. They would stargaze on the deck, rest when tired, no matter how late they slept, there was never a blade edge against their necks.
Morning market buns emitted scorching heat. Liquor brewed on the stove smelled like ripe peach blossoms in spring.
Sea winds and jewels, banquets and teas, sunset and campfires, plum and forsythia trees.
The breeze brushed each petal of peach blossom, drank every cup of milk tea, tasted every sweet pastry, kissed every inch of evening breeze.
The sunset lingered on his brow and eyes, time couldn’t stand dust.
He faced the shimmering sea, displaying a pure, clean smile.
...
Perhaps,
This was Su Ming’an’s lifetime...
The happiest time.