Under the slightly cool sea breeze, Martin slowly opened his eyes and saw the hazy moonlight like a layer of mist on the ground.

The window was blown open by the wind?

Meow!

At this moment, a cat's meow came.

Martin was shocked, reached under the pillow and grabbed the hilt of the sword of the duo.

However, after seeing the tabby cat squatting at the door, he breathed a little relieved.

It was Doriani's tabby cat.

"Moon, why have you come to me?"

Martin got up and got out of bed and asked curiously.

Meow—Meow!

The tabby cat stood up as he cried, straightened his tail, swayed and circled around Martin for half a circle, and then came to the bedroom door, as if he wanted to go out.

Martin frowned and opened the door.

The gray-black kitten jumped and ran to the kitchen, while still screaming.

Turns out he was hungry!

Martin walked to the cabinet and took out some crab sticks from it.

This was done by Doriani two days ago.

I have been fryed in oil, and it will be fine to keep it for a week in this weather. I can usually eat it as a snack.

Martin handed the golden crab cock on a plate with red color.

The little guy started to eat hard, and looked like he was starving.

Martin couldn't help but wonder. He was on a mission last night, and the kitten asked to take care of Kasan. Didn't Doriani take the kitten back today?

Or did it run out on its own?

Because of the shadow left by that incident last time, Martin couldn't help but look at the moon carefully again, but still did not feel any fluctuations in extraordinary power.

Well, maybe this tabby cat is really nothing special, it’s because I’m too careful.

Martin shook his head. Anyway, Doriani lives nearby, so he simply lets it stay here for one night and send it back tomorrow morning.

I hope Doriani won't be too anxious.

At this moment, Martin felt a little tired. Every time he entered the spiritual world, his extraordinary power would be consumed. He felt as if he was exhausted, tired and powerless, and just wanted to have a good rest.

In the dark night outside the window, wind seemed to blew, and some whispering sound was hidden in the wind, attracting Martin to distinguish.

Martin knew that this was the reason for exhausting power.

Before this, he had a lot of experience.

Concentrating and ignoring the whisper, Martin returned to the bedroom, picked up the paper and pen on the desk to quickly describe the characters he had just remembered.

After eating a plate of crab cocks, Yueliang licked his mouth with satisfaction, plated it into a ball on the edge of the desk, narrowing his eyes slightly and taking a nap.

Thirteen books, more than two hundred characters, about a quarter of them are repeated.

call--

After breathing a long sigh, Martin looked at the draft paper in front of him with densely filled with content, and then put down his pen and planned to take a break.

He reached out and rubbed the head of the kitten beside him.

Meow--

The kitten, who was originally dozing, let out a moan of enjoyment and opened his eyes to look at Martin.

Looking at its light green eyes, Martin accidentally remembered the upside down ocean I just saw in the spiritual world.

Perhaps we can describe the scenes seen in the spiritual world?

There are pencils and pigments on hand, which are teaching tools that Martin had specially prepared for the three students in class, and now they come in handy.

Do it as soon as you say it.

Martin recalled it a little, or it was brewing, then picked up the flower pen, and began to outline the scene like he was a child, and then painted it.

What he is now drawing is the rivers floating in the air when he first entered the spiritual world.

More than ten minutes later, Martin was shocked and had the urge to tear off the painting.

Martin has never learned to draw. Even if the extraordinary has a very good control over power, the things he draws are still very different from what he really sees in the spiritual world.

From the perspective of passers-by, this painting is actually not much different from Rocky's graffiti three years ago, and it seems very naive.

After looking at it, Martin clamped the painting on the bookshelf next to him.

If nothing unexpected happens, this painting, which should have been of great memorial value, will stay in this position for a long time, and will never see the light of day.

Maybe when you have the chance, you can ask the captain for some painting skills and improve your abilities in this area.

Martin thought in his heart.

...

"Give me an imperial communiqué."

"Okay sir."

Martin handed out a silver coin and took the newspaper from the newspaper boy.

He picked up the cup, took a sip of the mellow and lubricating milk tea, looked up at the vast sea in the distance, and felt very leisurely.

“The weather is not very good today!”

Ald's lazily voice came from across from the table.

The two of them are located at this moment in a high-end refreshment restaurant by the sea.

Whether it is the decoration design, the service inside, and the wine and delicacies, they are all the top presences of Faralin, attracting many middle-class and even nobles.

On the semi-open attic like a corridor, there are more than ten round pieces, all of which are of mahogany, and the workmanship is exquisite.

Martin, Doriani, Alder and the moon sat on the left.

He looked up at the sun covered by the clouds, leaving a silver-white disc, and couldn't help but squint slightly, feeling slightly dazzling.

Then he buried his head and casually flipped through the news in the newspaper.

The war between Lance and Tishvin in the Katche Basin is still in full swing. Although both sides are overwhelmed, they are both trying their best to recruit troops.

It seems that this even-match war is destined to cause heavy losses to both sides to have a result in a short period of time unless there is external intervention.

Otherwise, in the end, both sides will be defeated and no one will get any benefits.

No major happening in Gapher is in peace and peaceful state.

But Martin could feel that all this was actually an illusion.

In fact, it may also be undercurrents, and a huge change is brewing.

Not to mention anything else, even the Fallinburg mutant incident did not see any single words in the newspaper, but was only described as some accidents, as a confusing public.

However, for Martin, he would not criticize such an official mouthpiece.

Disasters have been eliminated, and a stable life is even more important for ordinary people.

With the style of the senior management of Faralinburg, especially under the advice of Earl Cross, many people-friendly policies will definitely be introduced next.

Because looking at the nearly fifty years of Faralinburg, after every disaster, it will usher in bigger and faster development.

It can be said that the reason why this prosperous port city has the current situation is closely related to these.

In the morning, when Martin took the moon to Doriani's house, he met Alder, who came to find him halfway.

Then, the three of them came here with a cat.

Of course, it was the way led by Alder.

"I can't tell, you are quite concerned about current affairs?"

Alder glanced at the newspaper in Martin's hand and couldn't help but say something.

"It's just a pastime."

Martin shrugged, responded casually, and continued to read the newspaper.

"Doriani, do you have any hobbies?"

Ald obviously couldn't stop and turned his head to look at Doriani on the side and asked.

At this moment, she was leaning on the back of the chair and doing nothing, with the moon's tail lying in her hands.

"Ah! Me?" Hearing Ald seemed to be talking to him, Doriyani suddenly came to his senses and smiled awkwardly.

"I like to cook and eat!"

When he said this, Doriani couldn't help but look at Martin next to him.
To be continued...