Very complicated.

Therefore, it is better to directly find a template for setting each item, which is the so-called biological memory.

Yan Yu had never been interested in such finicky things, so he immediately pulled up the menu, changed a few items, left everything else as default, and then confirmed the settings.

From beginning to end, three seconds.

[System prompt]: The virtual image has been confirmed and is being generated...

Compared to the cold and mechanical voice just now, this time the voice is replaced by a gentle female voice, like an intimate lady who is talking to you from the bottom of her heart.

Zizzi~

The matchbox gradually changed. When Yan Yu put it close to his ear, it quickly turned into an elegant and simple silver and red monocle, which was firmly fixed on the side of Yan Yu's ear.

laugh!

His ears suddenly felt a tingling sensation, and Yan Yu clearly noticed that something had penetrated his body, and then he seemed to have connected with another soul in his mind.

[System prompt]: Simulation is completed, the current brain center is connected, and the equipment is bound successfully.

The stinging gradually subsided.

Yan Yu had an earphone-like object hanging on his left ear. As he thought, a light blue light curtain popped up in his left eye field of vision, and a warm voice sounded in his head: "Yan, Hera is at your service."

"Let's rest first."

Yan Yu shook his head in discomfort, and the first order he gave to Hera was to let her sleep temporarily. He had not slept peacefully for several days.

Hera was silent for a moment in a humane manner, and asked softly: "Yan, do you need me to play a lullaby for you?"

"Let's play one. By the way, voice communication will be defaulted, and the mode will be switched during battle."

Yan Yu muttered to himself like a lunatic, and casually pulled out the [Scane of Sirima] from his waist, looked at the mirror on the wall, and started shaving himself.

In fact, he can communicate directly with Hera in his head, but under normal circumstances, he is still used to voice communication. He is not used to having a voice in his head all the time. It feels like there is an outsider in his family.

The game system... He couldn't block it even if he wanted to, so he could only endure it silently, but of course he had to set it up for Hera, the intelligent brain.

Although, in the eyes of others, his constant talking to himself seems like a psychosis.

However, he doesn't care.

Just make yourself comfortable, why bother?

Although [Sirima's Scourge] is very sharp, Yan Yu still has a distinct sense of ambiguity when shaving, as if his beard is a steel wire, which is not only hard but also very flexible.

"The tenacious beard."

Yan Yu smacked his lips. It took a lot of effort to clean up the embarrassing stubble. He is no longer a melancholic uncle with a black and shiny half-long hair. He is more like a music singer.

Hera joked: "Very good, very energetic."

"Sleep, sleep, and play songs."

Yan Yu tapped Hera on his left ear, wiped his chin, and threw himself on the bed comfortably: "Do you want a good meal when you go back? How long has it been since you had a serious meal?"

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Castle, manor~

Such a profound word? Modern people rarely mention it. It appears more often in movies or novels.

But people who make a living in Liken State are very familiar with these.

Legal castle? The largest manor... too many prefixes are dazzling. Its owner is Tuso Kahn, an ancient family that is older than the country.

It is no exaggeration to say that once the Tusokarn family goes bankrupt, all walks of life in the entire Liken State will be affected? Even those legislators and politicians are no exception.

Is it the well-deserved uncrowned king of Likan State? Those candidates for governor, as long as they get the support of this family, their success rate will increase by at least 30%.

Buzz~

A black stretched car slowly drove into the garage of the manor.

Then a few men and women got out of the car. They got into a small convertible and drove hummingly along the road past the manor and onto the lawn of the golf course behind.

There is no way, the house is too big... Even at home, I have to drive.

Before the car was stable.

A blond girl with twin ponytails, about fourteen or fifteen years old, jumped down impatiently and ran towards the slender figure playing golf not far away.

As he ran over, he shouted: "Grandpa, I feel that the seal has been destroyed, and our letter has been opened."

"I know."

Ivey casually threw the club aside. When he saw the girl's figure, a loving smile appeared on his weather-beaten face: "I also left a mark on it, little Pooh."

The girl jumped on him, hugged him, shook her head and asked, "Grandpa, could someone else have opened the letter privately?"

Ivey shrugged and said with a smile: "It is possible, but it is unlikely. According to my understanding, the reputation of the relic agency is still trustworthy."

A girl named Winnie followed Ivy with her hands behind her back, raising her head curiously and asking: "Will he come?"

"Will do."

Ivey's eyes flashed and he smiled: "The history of vampires is older than the agency. Our storage may not be as large as the agency, but the quality is absolutely guaranteed. He... will definitely come."

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Tuk tuk, tuk tuk~

Yan Yu, who was still sleeping, was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

The melodious soothing music that filled the house quietly stopped playing, and Hera's soft voice sounded: "Yan, someone is knocking on the door. It seems there is something urgent."

"You can hear it."

Yan Yu put on his pajamas, took a cigarette from the table, and opened the door slowly: "Come on, come on, why are you so anxious to see me? It's not that you were cheated, right? Varro."

"Thank God, you finally came out."

When Varro saw him opening the door, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled him and ran towards the deck: "Thank you for your concern. I will check it when I get back, but the premise is... that I can go back."

"Why, is the boat broken?" Yan Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and allowed him to half pull and half drag him out.

The veins on Varro's forehead were trembling, and the residual panic was vaguely visible on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "If that's the case, I can breathe a sigh of relief, and I won't wake you up."

"What on earth is going on?"

"We'll find out when we go to the deck."

Varro roughly opened the door, panting and holding on to the door frame, looking at the increasingly dark front shrouded in sea fog, his pupils contracting violently: "Look, what is that?"

Although it was midnight, the deck was crowded with people.

The crew members were talking in various directions, looking at the black figure in front of them in shock or fear, and the buzzing sound was endless.

"What is that? The devil? Or the devil from hell?"

"Prehistoric beast?"

"Idiot, that's obviously the shadow of a sail, so it's a ship."

"It's impossible. We just sent a signal to request a call, but there was no response at all, and we didn't turn on the signal lights when driving at night..."

"Is it a ghost ship?"

"...It's so big, is it an aircraft carrier formation?"

Compared to the buzzing crew members, the survivors on Dick's side, although a little surprised, did not react that much.

They have never been to a civilized society and don't know what is and isn't there.

Their outlook on life is completely different from that of people in the civilized world. Battle armor and ancient civilizations are their personal experiences, not the imagination in comics or movies...

In the eyes of Dick and others... isn't this just a big ship? What's the surprise?

Somehow, Dick always felt that they were a bit unsophisticated and ignorant.

"Ha~"

Yan Yu squeezed through the crowd and came to the front, looking at the looming giant shrouded in the sea fog. His eyelids trembled twice: "Huh? How did you encounter this thing?"

Hera's soft voice rang in her ears: "Yan, strong magnetic field interference has been detected ahead."

At this time, a panicked broadcast sounded: "The signal is interrupted, our signal is interrupted."

"Yan, what is this?"

Nar came to him with a solemn expression and asked in a low voice: "It can't really be a ghost ship, right? Does it have anything to do with ancient civilization?"

"It does matter, it doesn't matter." Yan Yu narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "I didn't expect such a thing to exist in this sea area. It was beyond my expectation."

"you know?"

"I've heard a little bit about it."

Yan Yu said incredulously.
To be continued...