In the harbor where the seagulls fly, a familiar white ship has arrived at the port. More than a dozen strong crew members are dismantling goods from the ship quickly. The scene is quiet and orderly, and there is no image of my stereotypes of calling and drinking and not accepting discipline.

Could it be the elite trained with the spirit injection stick?

"This ship... Gu Legu is here too?" I asked.

"No, Gu Legu went to the fishing tour. He lent us the cargo. Thanks to these little boys giving up the route mission and helping us transport goods for so long!"

Zach is worthy of being an old captain, and he quickly settled an independent route with his connections.

It was hot there, and Zach happily ran over to join the work of transporting goods. Others needed things to carry by two people. His broad arms could carry a large wooden box with one hand, and then walked vigorously on the beach like an enclave, leaving a line of uniform and profound footprints.

The seamen burst into praise and stopped to watch Zach's personal show.

But at this time, a bearded man with the same dark skin stood up next to him, carrying a large box with dissatisfaction, and at the same time, he threw the second one lightly. After steadily building it on the box, he also started to carry it, his pace was also stable and his speed was not inferior.

The seamen burst into a low cheer, and some even put down their work and began to applaud.

Because this cheerful and optimistic person was wearing a headscarf, he did not realize that he was Gotz, who had a bitter expression in the past, had a deep hatred!

Gotz, who used to be addicted to the sorrow of his wife and daughter's death, actually came out of pain?

This is unscientific. Could it be that I have found true love again in the long sailing life?

But there are obviously men on the ship...

Tsk tsk, it turns out that the orientation changes personality? Gotz became 1 and he became refreshed! Even the grin seemed to be saying "Oh, that card"!

...Help! This beach seems to be full of gay men! Silly kids, run away!

I felt chill all over and wanted to retreat, but suddenly I heard a light and plain voice, admiring without any emotion: "The friendship between men... is really incomprehensible..."

Well...this is probably awesome?

"What, it's better not to have such friendship... Wait a minute, who are you? When will you appear behind me?!"

After I subconsciously answered, I suddenly realized that there was a stranger behind me!

He was able to get behind me when I was not paying attention. It was so terrifying! This child must not be kept!

Behind me was a long-haired girl in a dress. She looked like Ji and Lin last year. She looked very well-behaved with a pair of glasses, but there was no emotion in her eyes. She was clapping her hands mechanically while holding the book in her arms. She was obviously not talking to me just now.

Her eyes were still staring at the coast, and she said without any emotion, "Hello, I'm just an ordinary girl passing by."

"Hello...a hammer! This introduction is too perfunctory!"

She turned her head slightly and gently held her eyes. An unexplained light emitted from the glass lens: "Can you actually discover me... Are you a librarian or a post office employee here?"

So awesome! As soon as you open your mouth, you will tell me two professions worth complaining about!

Then should my surname be Li? How should I take the initiative? I complained that I encountered such a severe test for the first time in my career!

Go, this is a bet on my career!!!

"...My name is Marcus, I'm just an ordinary rancher passing by."

No, my temperament is so weird. From the lens that constantly reflects, I can't feel the other person's intention! I can't answer at all! I always feel that his next sentence is about to say "mortal wisdom"!

At this time, the haggard middle-aged botanist Bakir suddenly ran over and came to me and apologized constantly: "I'm sorry, Marcus, this is my daughter Mary! She has been not very good at dealing with others since she was a child, and often says strange things without considering the causes and consequences! Mary, why don't you say hello to Marcus normally!"

Isn’t the behavior you are talking about? Are you telling me to do things?!

After Bakir told Mary, the three-no girl Mary finally said in a stiff social tone: "Hello, I am Mary, my birthday is December 23, and my blood type is B. Currently studying in the second year of the Department of Literature at Miskatonick University, with a height of 158cm, a weight of 47kg, and a measurement of 3000..."

What a guy! He turned into a self-destructing truck!

Professor Bakir used his skills to practice after years of outdoor inspections to cover his daughter's mouth like lightning, so that she did not allow her to continue these dangerous speeches.

"Okay, okay, I can see that she is not good at socializing..."

I stopped Professor Bakir from asking Mary to say hello again and avoid becoming her experience pack.

Just like this kind of expression that is like a smile, I feel like I am making a declaration of death. I don’t want to listen to it again!

"Mr. Buckier, why did Mary just ask me if I was a librarian or a post office staff member? Didn't you tell her that this is a small town where birds don't shit?" How could there be these two fashionable professions in the ore town...

Professor Bakir took off his hat and whispered: "My daughter grew up in school and has never been in contact with society. She usually only has the library of studies and the post office where she sends us letters. Maybe she made a mistake..."

But Mary's light voice suddenly whispered: "Because you can see..."

Because her voice was too small, I looked at her in surprise and asked, "Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly. What you just said..."

Mary hugged the book on her chest tightly, "Often, only the librarians and post office staff can take the initiative to notice me and talk to me..."

It seems to be a tragic story...

"Mr. Bakil, did you not see your daughter getting off the boat just now?!" I asked in surprise.

Professor Bakir looked at me blankly: "Did Mary get off the boat by herself? I thought you picked her up. I clearly watched it for a long time but didn't see her walking down..."

"Mary, how did you get off the boat just now... Huh? Where is the person?" Professor Bakir screamed.

I turned around and wanted to find Mary, but found that she had already changed her direction without realizing it. From behind me to Professor Bakir, I poked my father's back with a corner of the book.

But Professor Bakil looked around like an interstellar player, but he didn't look back.

"Mr. Bakil, behind you..." I reminded.

But the haggard middle-aged man didn't respond and said with a foolish smile: "Back? My back hurts a little recently. They were all the injuries that fell off the cliff before. Now it's important to find Mary... This child has been like this since he was a child, and he always disappears if he is not careful..."

She is not missing! She is right behind you! Your dear daughter is poking you with a book! She is crying, crying!

Finally, I pulled Mr. Bakir's body over and let him find his "mysteriously missing" daughter.

"Mary, you must have a hard time..." I said with some empathy.

It’s a very bad feeling of existence. I also met a father who was selectively blind. On weekdays, dog tail flowers a hundred meters away can recognize the breed, but at critical moments, they can’t find their daughter around them? Who can I ask for reason?

The girl Mari, Sanwu, said without any dissatisfaction, and said in a tone without any turbulence: "Dad can remember me. A few days ago, the nanny at home forgot that I was studying in the study, locked the door and went back to her hometown in the countryside."

...How low do you feel about your existence? Akalin!

In the eyes of different people, the problem of "cannot detect - cannot see - cannot remember - completely forget" will appear. How long has this progressive Akalin state lasted?

Although the topic is awkward, as a friendly neighbor in the town, I think it should reflect enthusiasm and guide this often forgotten girl to return to society!

"Is this why you came here during the summer vacation?" I asked, guiding her to say a few more words.

Mary plucked the hair in her ear, revealing her quiet and delicate side face, "Professor Rice asked me to go out for more summer vacation, which is beneficial to my thesis material, but I don't want to leave the library..."

I quickly encouraged, "No, no, no, the professor is right, it is a good thing to go out and have a walk. Literature majors like you should go deeper into life, right? Staying in the library every day can't give you enough inspiration..."

Professor Bakir also echoed: "Marcus is right. You should communicate more with your peers - I didn't expect that Warren Rice, a guy who is autistic all year round, could still say such insightful words?"

This is arguing. Professor Bakir runs outside every day, but he doesn't see much cleverness.

Mary nodded slightly: "It's okay, Professor Rice has already come up with a solution for me..."

Bakir and I were stunned and said, "The solution? What's the solution?"

Mary stretched out her slender finger and pointed at the white boat in the distance: "I bring all the books I need."

How do I complain about this? Isn’t that just a different place to stay! It’s completely meaningless, bastard!

Professor Bakir also looked at his daughter with a pale face and found that a huge moisture-proof box was being moved on the boat, and it was transported in a good sealed manner with film. Four strong seafarers could only move forward.

The moment the four of them walked onto the shore, the waterline of the entire ship sank a large part of the bottom!

"Good guy... I'm afraid I'm moving the entire library, right? Let me take it off."

Seeing the seafarers gritting their teeth and staring at me, I walked up unbearably, turned on the power-causing mode with the colonizer system, held a corner of the large wooden box with both hands, and lifted the cargo box of four people over my head with a little force, waded across the beach and came to the shore.

But this time, everyone who applauded Zach and Gotz was silent, watching me carry without saying a word, watching my figure go further and further away, disappearing at the end of the road...

…………

According to Mary, after streamlining and screening, while taking into account the risks of the journey, she gave up some lonely and unsuccessful books, this time she brought only eight hundred books in the library collection - these were specially approved by Professor Warren Rice.

I couldn't even determine whether the professor was taking care of students or cheating them.

Because Professor Bakir rented a house that was not big enough (but I suspected that I was afraid of being criticized by my wife), he begged to place these books in the Mine Town Police Station first.

There is no problem with this.

The town police station is just a decoration. After Harris, who originally lived in it, was dismissed and moved to live with Thomas's train this time, so the two-story building is shelved all year round, and I don't like to run there.

In the end, I couldn't stand Professor Bakir's plea, and I agreed to rent the second floor of the police station to Mary to place these books.

Of course, in the name of the outside world, these books are used as a short-term town library, and residents in the town are allowed to borrow on weekdays.

Some people may ask, why do you agree with this condition of being more and more greedy? Are you greedy for someone else’s daughter?

Just now, Mr. Bakir, who had fully transformed Kong Yiji, stammered his lips in front of me, but did not make a sound. His attitude finally became respectful and he shouted clearly: "Sir Marcus, I have something to discuss with you..."

It’s so pitiful to the sky. Can someone else refuse the request of a poor old father?

My heart was full of sympathy for this, and I suddenly understood the man in front of me who was full of academic dreams but bent by life.

He has lived in the ivory tower for a long time and is not necessarily much better than Mary's social skills, but he took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of his father and made requests for his daughter with shamelessness. He greeted him everywhere with unfamiliar social skills, introduced his daughter who had just landed on the island, and wanted to help her integrate into this new place.

Out of inexplicable touch, I agreed to put the book on it. After collecting it, I also promised Mr. Bakir to come and chat with Mary more and teach her some ways to get along with others.

According to Mr. Bakir, it is because I am the best young man in town and there must be a way to change Mary's autism.

Ahem, although my social skills are indeed outstanding and I am mature and steady in treating people, but is it really okay for you to entrust me like this, Mr. Bakir?

I think about it, the last one who was entrusted like this was Sebala. Now I have trained Gray into a great superhero and a secondary disease, throwing his dream of becoming a great blacksmith to nowhere.

The most recent one is the old Yorkson in the marginal world. He asked me to resolve the knot and anger of the planetary consciousness. In the end, I infected Ayahara's planetary consciousness into a big light ball that only draws dragons and rainbows every day. I guess I am still dancing in the unknown sea of ​​consciousness, forgetting all the deep hatreds...

In terms of results, it seems that everyone has achieved their goals, so I have done nothing wrong, right!

"Don't worry, Mr. Buckier! I'll help Mary integrate into the town!"

I said with a big bag.

After leaving the reunited Bakir family, I returned to the beach and found that these guys had completed the task of coding goods. After stopping the boat and docking, they all came to the shore, put on an extremely spectacular barbecue grill, ignited the flames and started preparing lunch, calling each other for a very lively manner.

Zach also took off his clothes and fought with several seamen, fighting against three without any disadvantage. He still had the time to talk to the people watching the side. Gots held the beer and skewers in the other hand, smiling like a honest old crew member.

When I saw me come back, all the crew started to cheer and shout, as if welcoming the stars present.

Zach laughed and handed me two skewers of barbecue, "Marcus, you impressed these bastards just now! They also asked me if you are like Gotz, you should also experience life on the boat!"
Chapter completed!