Chapter 635: Schiller's Leisurely Vacation (Part 2)

"What's wrong?" Schiller saw Viking's somewhat changed complexion and asked: "Are you afraid?"

Viking continued to lower his head to organize the fishing line, and while organizing, he said: "My dad said that those who come from there are not good people. I didn't expect that there are also university professors there."

"Of course there are. After all, it's a big city. By the way, have you been to college?" Schiller chatted with Viking one sentence after another to divert his attention, after all, he was also afraid that he would really get seasick.

Viking shook his head and said: "I just graduated from high school a few months ago. My dad wanted me to go to college, but I didn't go. I don't like being too far from the sea. This place raised me."

"You just graduated from high school???" Schiller looked him up and down, finding that he couldn't tell at all that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Even if white people generally mature relatively early, and growing a beard makes them look older, but his strong body and skeleton, no matter how you look at it, don't look like a teenager.

"This is why they call me Viking. They think I'm too strong, like a pirate." After organizing the fishing line, Viking stood up, walked to the side of the boat, and cast a rod to test the fishing rod.

Schiller walked up, stood side by side with him, looked at the vast and boundless sea, and said: "In the years I was born and grew up, I didn't see the sea. This is also my first time vacationing by the sea. It feels really good. I can understand that you like this place very much."

Viking turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows with some surprise, and said: "Shouldn't university professors often go to the beach for vacation?... Wait a minute, so, you can't swim?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Theoretically speaking, I have never swum. If I fall into the water, I don't know if I will drown."

"Of course you will." Viking said very firmly: "The sea is not as gentle as you look now. When she gets angry, you will appreciate what a real natural disaster is."

After speaking, he handed the fishing rod in his hand to Schiller. After Schiller took it, he adjusted it, and then began to cast the rod to fish.

After Schiller cast the rod for a period of time, there was no movement. However, the fishing boat drove to the fishing spot that Viking said was more troublesome.

This is still a shallow beach, but there are some reefs at the bottom, and there are quite a few kelp and coral. Here, wanting to find the shadow of fish is relatively difficult, let alone fishing.

Viking also took a fishing rod, stood beside Schiller to fish. Schiller's fishing rod didn't move, but Viking caught one after another. Half an hour later, Schiller turned to look at the bucket of fish at Viking's feet and said: "Do you know? If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't give you a tip."

Viking revealed a smile, just like a prank succeeded, and said: "There are many rich people who come to my fishing boat, boasting about how good their fishing skills are. I will bring them here. Just as I said, the sea doesn't only have a gentle and kind side. She will also teach you what failure is."

But what exceeded his expectation was that Schiller didn't get angry, nor did he take the rod and leave, just still holding the fishing rod, quietly looking at the sea surface, and said: "It doesn't matter. You said it, this is a more troublesome fishing spot. If I can catch a fish today, I will be very happy."

Viking cast the rod again, took the fishhook off the fish's mouth, and then said: "You are the Gothamite with the best cultivation I have ever seen. When those gang bosses come, they are either scolding that their luck is bad, or they want to pay to buy the fish I caught."

"The fun of fishing is not in the fish, but in the unknown tension of waiting for the fish to take the bait." Schiller replied.

"If you have tasted the fish soup my dad made, you wouldn't think so." Viking smiled again and said: "As compensation for your failure today, I will take you to my house later to drink the fish soup he made. My house has never had a university professor visit. He should be very happy."

Schiller revealed a smile and said: "Then I won't be polite to enjoy your spoils."

In this era, the vast majority of people have great respect for professions like teachers and doctors, especially university professors. In this kind of simple-minded coastal small town, if a university professor visits, local residents will treat them friendly.

Until the sun set, Schiller still didn't catch a fish. The light of the dusk projected into the seabed, outlining the shadows of the seaweed dancing in the water like graceful ladies. In the distance, seagulls circled in groups. In front of the red sun, only small silhouettes could be seen. Looking at this scene, Schiller didn't care much about the results of fishing.

About half an hour later, Schiller walked on a slightly damp stone road. He looked up at the big lighthouse in front of him and asked: "Is your home in the lighthouse?"

"Of course not. Whose home would be in a lighthouse? My father is the keeper of the Blüdhaven lighthouse. I came to pick him up from work. After all, I can't cook. If he doesn't go home, I will have to go hungry tonight."

Schiller laughed, and Viking followed and laughed. They had just arrived at the door of the lighthouse when a man with graying temples walked out. He didn't look old, but wearing glasses revealed a kind of vicissitudes and gentleness that saw through the world.

Viking's father warmly welcomed Schiller. He was just like everyone else, full of longing for the profession of university professor. On the way back, Schiller learned about his father's deeds from Viking.

Viking's father was the longest-serving lighthouse keeper of the Blüdhaven lighthouse. He had witnessed countless ships returning home. According to him, he could recognize every captain who had docked in Blüdhaven, and also remembered every story that came out of the captain's mouth.

When the steaming fish soup was served on the table, white mist drifted upward until it touched the chandelier on the ceiling. When such a large basin of soup was placed in the center of the table, the whole room became warm, and the deep blue night sky outside the wooden window also didn't seem so cold anymore.

Just as Viking said, his father's craftsmanship in stewing fish soup was really very good. This kind of mixed fish soup was particularly delicious, and the pepper in the soup made people feel extra warmth when it went into the stomach.

Schiller just took a sip, exhaled a breath, and felt that his forehead was already sweating. Viking drank a large bowl of fish soup in a few mouthfuls, let out a long sigh, put the bowl on the table, and said: "My dad relied on this bowl of fish soup to gain a foothold in this city. The fishermen here all have to sell him a few points of face, because everyone wants to drink a bowl of old Kuri's fragrant fish soup after returning from fishing."

The man called Old Kuri smiled gently and said: "That would be an exaggeration. However, I did rely on the craftsmanship of cooking to successfully chase your mother."

"You are surnamed Kuri? Then what is your name?" Schiller looked at Viking and asked. Viking shrugged and said: "My name is Arthur, Arthur Kuri. You can call me Little Kuri directly, or call me Arthur."

Schiller nodded and took another sip of fish soup. He said: "In that case, is this Mercy Port?"

"I haven't heard this name for a long time." Old Kuri sighed and said: "This was a name given by those Europeans, meaning 'God forgives everything'."

"My Healing Game"

"However, because we were discovered relatively late and shared the same name as a port on another coast, it hasn't been called this name for decades. Only old people like me will remember this name."

"I have also seen this name in a document. That article seems to be introducing the fishing industry here, and the author is also very old." Schiller nodded and said.

Actually, it was because Schiller had seen Mercy Port in the comics. It was actually the hometown of Aquaman, the Justice League's Arthur Kuri, in DC. And this blond man sitting in front of him was exactly Arthur Kuri.

"That makes sense." Old Kuri leaned his body against the back of the chair, sighed in relaxation, and said: "You are really knowledgeable. When this place was still called Mercy Port, the fishing industry was indeed relatively developed. At that time, there were many more ships here than now."

"Actually, I am also a bit curious. This place is so close to Cat Getan, why didn't Cat Getan's fishing industry develop? Isn't the population there larger?" Schiller asked.

Old Kuri was also a fisherman with experience. He said: "It doesn't work. Cat Getan's overcast and rainy weather is too fatal. Not only will it affect people, but it will also affect fish. Fishing in the near sea is simply impossible, and farming doesn't work either."

"Old fishermen all know that these seaweed in the shallow sea need sunlight. Cat Getan's sunshine duration, let alone seaweed, it is difficult for any plant to grow, plus chemical pollution in the city, it might affect the near-sea waters..." Old Kuri shook his head, obviously feeling that Cat Getan couldn't develop the fishing industry at all.

Schiller nodded, feeling that it made sense. He saw that the greening in Cat Getan was indeed not very good. Even if there were some trees and shrubs, the growth was not pleasing. After coming to Blüdhaven, he found that the whole world was bright, and even felt a bit dazzling.

But in fact, this is where normal people should stay. Cat Getan's weather, which is the same as midnight at 10 am, is not suitable for human survival, and it is also not suitable for plant survival.

While Schiller and Old Kuri were discussing the fishing industry, Arthur suddenly put down his bowl. He stood up and said: "I almost forgot. Wait a minute, I'll go out for a little while and come back immediately!"

After speaking, Arthur ran out in a hurry. Old Kuri frowned, appearing somewhat dissatisfied, but he didn't call Arthur back, but explained to Schiller: "Sorry, he has been like this for the past few months, running out in the middle of the night and coming back after a long time."

Schiller smiled and said: "Could it be that he is in love? Among the students I teach, some people also like not to go home in the middle of the night, all to date their girlfriends."

"Who knows?" Old Kuri sighed with worry and said: "Arthur, this child, is too wild and arrogant, and doesn't please girls very much. The girls in the city prefer men like you who are knowledgeable and polite. I am still worried about his future marriage."

"They will always find their sweetheart." Schiller turned to look out the window, just seeing Arthur's figure walking toward the seaside. He continued: "Children of this age are all like this, impulsive, confused, at a loss, but in a few years, they will grow up overnight."

"Sometimes, I don't want him to grow up either." Old Kuri looked at Arthur's figure outside the window. His tone seemed to contain a different kind of emotion. This sentence also seemed to have a pointing meaning.

After a while, the fish soup on the table had cooled down, and no white mist was coming out anymore. The fireplace was lit, but that kind of warmth had already receded.

Arthur hadn't come back yet. Thus, Schiller took the umbrella and wanted to push the door out. Old Kuri stopped him and said: "Professor, you shouldn't go out so late anymore. Arthur will be back in a while."

"Don't worry, have you forgotten where I came from?"

"God, you came from Cat Getan. Then it seems I was worried for nothing. But you had better come back quickly. It's a bit cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

Schiller put on his coat, pushed open the door, and walked into the night of Blüdhaven.

This place was indeed much quieter than Cat Getan. There were no gang fights, no gunfire, no murderers throwing corpses, and no terrorists setting up explosives. Everything appeared peaceful and harmonious.

Schiller followed Arthur's footprints and came to the beach not far from this house. Then he saw Arthur sitting on a reef, talking to the air.

Perhaps, it wasn't just air there. Schiller looked at the sea surface illuminated by the moonlight. Under the rippling waves, a group of fish were circling around Arthur's feet. Schiller heard Arthur say to them:

"How is he today? Is that so? It's a pity you can't talk, otherwise I would definitely let you tell him to hold on a little longer, I will drive the boat to save him soon."

"What? You mean he was beaten and injured?!" Arthur suddenly raised his tone. He stood up and said somewhat anxiously: "No, I have to drive the boat now, I have to go help him!"

Under the moonlight, a voice came:

"Who do you want to help?" ===== CHAPTER 636 =====