Although Black has always said that this is a time of war, and as a commander he cannot take up too many resources, he can just give himself a bed in the command module to rest, or something like that.

But as the uncrowned king of the pirate industry and the commander of the immortal fleet, how could the pirates under his command do anything like this?

In the end, under the "repeated persuasion" of his subordinates, the pirates stayed in the captain's cabin of the World's Evil. Anne Bonn, who temporarily served as the captain of the battleship, ran to squeeze in with the first mate, Ms. Natalie.

As a space carrier full of black technology, the captain's cabin is not set up with a small cubicle like the Nagfar, which is limited in size, but is very comfortable and luxurious.

The area alone is five times larger than Blake's room on his ghost ship, and it also has a separate bathroom.

There is even a small library.

However, the technological-style decoration of the mechanical gnome is somewhat unaccustomed to the pirates, just like a barbarian guy who has been used to the life of primitive people suddenly stepped into modernity.

Especially the small mechanical refrigerator placed by the bedside made Blake feel like he was in another world, and his heart was filled with a weird happiness. However, the pirate's joy quickly faded after opening the refrigerator.

Looking at the green-packed Kaya Cola inside, Blake suddenly lost interest in trying the iced drink.

This thing is the flagship product of the goblin consortium Kayaro Trading Company. It is said that this time it was sent to the battlefield as the "official drink" of the anti-magic alliance.

It was probably because the goblin consortium provided relatively large amounts of money that the Anti-Devil Alliance Logistics agreed to include their products in the military beverage trade.

But God knows what those money-minded bastards would add to Coke in order to ensure sales. The ingredient list on the bottle is kept secret, so the "secret goblin" drink makes the Thousand Tongue Demon really not have the courage to try it.

He complained in his mind that even if he went crazy and went to the ground to drink fel magma, it would probably be cleaner than this thing.

So out of boredom, the pirate took out a bottle of Winter Spring Firewine and just lay on the bed and sipped it while closing his eyes and listening to what was going on around him.

He could feel that the Evil of the World was flying towards the border of Krokuun at a steady speed. On the deck of the ship, there were many spellcasters who boarded the ship in the afternoon and whispered about this strange steel ship.

Boat.

They will try to cross the magma sea between Krokuun and the Antoran Wasteland tomorrow afternoon. They will be the first group of vanguards to land in the Antoran Wasteland and use the Legion of Light's beacon system to establish a teleportation linking the two places.

system.

In addition to the spellcasters, there is also a group of paladins on the ship.

They were having late-night snacks in the barracks on the upper deck and discussing boring doctrines.

In the small room next to the captain's cabin, the three warlocks were playing cards with Red. These four guys volunteered to serve as the captain's "night watch."

But listening to the chief's complaints now, it seems that he has lost a lot of money and is still accusing three dirty warlocks of colluding to cheat.

Ha, you still need to doubt this kind of thing?

Blake took a sip of wine and thought out of boredom that before you start playing cards with the warlocks, you have to be prepared to be betrayed, right?

The pirate regained his senses.

He heard the sound of running water. That was Sephiel taking a bath in the bathroom. The door was not closed. Blake could go in at any time if he wanted.

But Blake, who was wearing pajamas, lay slumped on the bed, feeling completely unmoved.

He is really "out of energy" now, and he is not even in the mood to think about his favorite conspiracies. Now that he is rarely tired, he just wants to empty his mind and have a good sleep.

Probably it is always easy to fall asleep when you are extremely tired. Anyway, after a few minutes, Blake fell asleep in a weird posture.

His left hand hung down by the bed, and the Winter Spring fire wine in his hand poured drop by drop onto the metal-bottomed carpet, soon filling the entire captain's cabin with the aroma of wine.

The first parasaurus walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and while wiping his wet hair with a towel, he saw Blake sleeping soundly.

This made Sephiel helplessly shrug his shoulders, and stepped forward barefoot to help the pirate take the wine bottle out of his hands, and then lovingly placed him on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

He leaned over and kissed the pirate's forehead, then sat on the sofa beside the bed, poured himself a glass of red wine, and picked up an autobiography of Little Star to pass the time.

She is a dragon.

Sleep is more of a way to kill time than a necessity for them, and after taking the body of the Eternal Tyrant, Sephiel rarely sleeps to relieve fatigue.

However, after a few minutes, Seifer's eyes moved away from the interesting words in the book and placed them on Blake's face in the dim light.

She discovered that the pirate actually grinned in his dream, like a child having a sweet dream?

This discovery surprised Seifer.

What? Does the ancient god who is the master of the thinking of all living things also dream? What did he dream that made him smile so happily?

Did you find the money?

But Blake was actually not dreaming at this moment.

He wasn't even dreaming.

A few minutes ago, when he fell asleep and closed his eyes, he felt something was wrong. A strange gentle force guided his mind into a very chaotic place.

Standing in that strange space, what he saw before his eyes were all kinds of clips about the future and the past, just like a small window showing hundreds of movies on a big screen at the same time.

There is some strange order hidden in the chaos.

These fragments seem to be connected together by an invisible thread, and they are open to Blake's inspection, whether traveling to the past or exploring the future.

The pirate could break free from this space at any time, but as soon as he thought about it, he knew what was going on.

The Crown of the Governor was placed on the Evil of This World to provide domain enhancement to the ship, which is equivalent to the entire ship being included in the domain of the world's artifact, and this artifact has an entry for "Prophet".

As the owner of the artifact, Blake should have accidentally triggered the "prophetic dream" of the world artifact, just like the dream-returning elixir that Lao Zhou took out before setting off from Draenor.

"Huh, is this how traditional prophets like Old Velen and Old Zul felt when they made predictions?"

Blake stood in this strange prophetic dream, watching the various fragments of fate flying before his eyes.

He thought this was actually quite interesting.

Although he is the best prophet in Azeroth, in fact, the pirate is just a guy who sells his dog's meat. This is the first time that he has truly entered the field of "prophet".

He was not in a hurry to leave, but after thinking briefly, he stretched out his hand to pause the tumbling fragments of fate in front of him, and then pulled it in the direction of the future.

Soon, he saw the scene he saw last time when he was in the state of Huimengxianjiu.

In the scorching fire, he saw a group of tired warriors fighting a burning Titan under the reflection of the star curtain, and he was among them.

But the scene was still the same as last time. In the image of flames wrapping everything, I screamed in pain but couldn't see the reason.

Probably because of the Ancient God's resistance to time, the predictions about him in the future have remained in such an obscure state. This made the pirates quickly lose interest in such specious prophecies.

Such ambiguous things were not what he wanted to see.

He hopes to get some more precise and clear future, just like the stories remembered in his mind, it is best to get into each person's background, past and personality characteristics.

To be precise, what Black hopes to obtain is a piece of precise information, rather than a picture of the future that can be explained in any way.

"No wonder old man Willen has been emphasizing that being able to see the future is only the basic skill of a prophet. A good prophet needs to learn to capture a trace of truth in these complicated pictures before making his own thinking and interpretation."

The pirate was bored and fiddled with the future fragments in front of him, and he complained:

"The entry barrier to this industry is so high, but the error rate is also ridiculously high. Even Old Man Velen cannot guarantee that every prediction will be correct after 30,000 years of practice.

This is not a healthy career environment at all. I was very wise not to choose this career path.

never mind.

There's nothing good about my future.

I believe in my own strategizing more than these nihilistic and beautiful fragments."

With this thought in mind, Blake planned to leave this meaningless prophetic dream, but when he turned around, the pirate suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He is very sure of his future.

But after finally entering the dreamland once, it would be a pity to leave like this.

Black transformed into a pipe in his dream, held it in his mouth and turned around. He changed his thinking and no longer looked at his future.

He could feel that Sephiel was beside him, so he wanted to see Sephiel's future.

The picture fragments floating in front of him suddenly changed with the change of the pirate's mind. Scenes of stories about Sephiel appeared in front of Blake's eyes. As the pirate's fingers pulled, he saw Sephire in the future.

As the sun rises, the bronze dragon seems to have regained its body. She flies freely over the sea in a beautiful dragon form. In the shadow of her dragon wings is the Nagfar that rides the wind and waves.

As soon as the scene changed, Sephiel transformed back into the eternal tyrant.

She was fighting a group of strange-looking guys in the form of an eternal dragon, and she was wearing a surprisingly large black pirate hat on her dragon head.

The picture changed again, and this time Sephiel seemed to be very old.

In her human form, she had silver hair and was nestling under the sunset with a handsome old man with tattoos on his arms who looked very much like her back. What appeared in front of them was a completely unfamiliar city.

"Happy ending! I like it!"

Blake whistled with satisfaction.

Although he knew that such a scene only represented a possibility of the future, he was still sure that Sephiel would still be by his side until he grew old.

That's great.

Just like a lie that makes people happy also has its own value.

"Where's Xal'atath?"

The pirate blinked his eyes and wanted to see the future of Xal'atath. However, no matter how much the pirate imagined, the picture in front of him was completely dark.

"The hell is this thing broken?"

Blake cursed, and then he suddenly understood.
To be continued...