Chapter 639: City and Wilderness (Part 1)

Before stepping onto this island, Schiller had seen the situation of this island from a distance. The area of this island in the sea, which was close to Mexico, was medium, but it couldn't be compared with the large islands around it at all.

But this island had a very big characteristic, which was that it was very far from all the surrounding islands, at least not one that humans could swim to.

This could truly be called an island of an isolated island in the sea. Like other tropical islands, it had white sand beaches, coconut trees, and seabirds flying around the island, as well as the most important, omnipresent hot sun.

The tropics almost didn't distinguish between the four seasons, so although it was only April, the scorching sun was already hanging high in the sky, bringing an overly warm heat to all the creatures here. Walking across the beach and stepping into the tropical jungle, Arthur looked at Schiller, who was holding a black umbrella, with some envy.

Now he understood what the umbrella that this professor carried with him was for. It could not only prevent rain but also shade the sun.

However, obviously, the umbrella Schiller was holding was a single-person umbrella. Even if Schiller was willing to let Arthur under the umbrella, this umbrella couldn't cover two people. So, Arthur stopped as he walked and said, "Professor, wait for me a moment, I'll make an umbrella."

Schiller stopped, not understanding what he was going to do. Arthur ran to the side of a tree in three or two steps.

This tree looked very strange, not tall, but the roots were relatively thick, and there were many leaves like cattail fans on it, overall presenting a circular shape. Each leaf was composed of many green strip-like objects. Arthur said while climbing the tree, "This should be a kind of palm tree, but I don't know what specific breed it is."

He climbed up the tree, picked a few leaves, straightened the green strip-like objects, and then started weaving.

Arthur, who looked very tall and burly, had excellent weaving skills. He wove three cattail fan leaves together in three or two strokes, forming a straw hat with a very strange shape. He said, "The children in Blüdhaven all have this skill. Besides palm leaves, dried seaweed and bark that can be cut into fibrous shapes can also be used."

Arthur put this hat on his head, and the two continued to walk forward, getting further and further away from the beach. The scenery here was more like a tropical rainforest, the plants were very dense, and the trees were also very tall. The leaves of many trees almost blocked the sunlight, making that kind of heat slightly reduced, but the more fatal humidity would make people's skin feel very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after Schiller came for vacation, he had changed out of that conservative suit. Shorts and a T-shirt with a short-sleeved jacket were still relatively able to adapt to the environment here.

Arthur didn't even need to say, he took off his jacket directly, returned to the posture of fishing on the boat, casually broke off a fern plant, used the root as an adventure staff, and walked inside with deep and shallow steps.

At the highest point of the island, there was a cliff, and walking down along the gentle slope of the cliff, one could see a clear, murmuring stream. Various plants that were not common in gardening flowers and plants grew very lushly in the stone crevices of the small stream.

Between the branches of the shrubs, a small bird with colorful feathers flapped its wings, jumped onto another cluster of shrubs, and pecked at the lower part of the flower core with its beak, seemingly looking for fruit.

Suddenly, with a "swish" sound, a stream of light flew past, startling the small birds and butterflies in the shrubbery. With a "pop" sound, the arrowhead was inserted into the ground. A lizard of considerable size beside it ran into the shrubbery instantly and disappeared.

A sigh came from afar, seemingly disappointed by his failed hunt this time.

The shoes wrapped in leaves stepped into the flowing water of the small stream, and a hand grasped the arrow shaft, wanting to pull it out of the soft mud. Unfortunately, the arm exerted a slight force, and the not-so-firm stone arrowhead fell off the arrow shaft.

The person holding the arrow shaft stood up. His upper body was wearing a somewhat strange piece of clothing, generally made of palm leaves, but what fixed the palm leaves was white fabric. The texture of the fabric was very delicate, it should have been cut from a shirt, and judging from the suppleness, it should have been an expensive shirt.

The lower body was a pair of shorts cut from suit trousers. The shoes and the lower leg part were tied with palm leaves, and the soles of the shoes were also wrapped with thick, green strip-like objects. It looked like the same kind of plant as the cattail fan leaves Arthur used to make the hat.

Looking up again, he had a somewhat savage beard, and his eyes were covered by a leaf.

He was wearing a very rough hat made of banana leaves on his head, and the upper half of his face was completely covered under the leaves, but he could still see that there were sunburns on his lips and neck, and the traces of skin keratin falling off were clearly visible.

He tried hard to break the arrow shaft, but he couldn't break it because he was very weak and powerless.

Under the clothes made of palm leaves and coconut leaves, one could see white cloth strips wrapped from his left shoulder to the armpit, and then wrapped around his chest for a few circles. There were bloodstains on it. Obviously, this person had just been injured and was weak at this time.

Suddenly, his ears moved, he quickly arched his body, drilled into the shrubbery, and squatted beside a very lush plant. Through the leaves of the plant, he saw two figures walking towards this side.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, just wanted to rush out, but paused for a moment, squatted back down, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the two people.

Arthur put his feet into the clean stream to wash away the sand and gravel brought from the beach before. He said, "That person can persist here for so long, water is essential. As long as we go upstream along the stream, we will definitely be able to find his traces."

Schiller did not refute, just walked relatively far from the stream, and looked forward.

The deeper they went into the rainforest, the more various animals began to increase. Small birds with gorgeous feathers, frogs whose names he couldn't call, lizards that scurried past his feet, seabirds flying in the sky...

Here it was so full of vitality, but also very dangerous. Scorching heat and humidity were not the most fatal things here.

Arthur, who was standing in the middle of the stream, stopped and said, "I heard the cry of a whale..."

They narrowed their eyes, concentrated their spirits, squatted down, put their hands into the stream, and felt the information coming from the ocean.

"Bad, we must find him quickly. The school of fish told me that a storm is coming!" Arthur's tone became low, and he said, "I saw it in a fishing magazine. Storms occur frequently in the Caribbean Sea. It's close to Mexico here, and the climate is relatively similar. Tropical storms can arrive at any time..."

Schiller's understanding of rainstorms was probably just a slightly magnified Gotham night rain, but Arthur denied his idea and said, "Tropical storms are completely different from ordinary rainstorms..."

"Tropical storms possess extremely strong destructive power. Everything they pass through is a mess. Even if we won't be blown away like encountering a tornado and then fall to death, we must also be vigilant about the danger that may be brought by collapsed plants..."

"In a storm, even a palm leaf that is rolled up might become a murderous knife."

Hearing this, Schiller walked faster than Arthur. Although he wouldn't encounter any life danger in the storm, anyone could imagine that once the storm came, but there was no safe shelter, he would definitely be blown like a dog.

Schiller came for vacation, not to experience the cruelty and ruthlessness of nature. He just wanted to find that unlucky guy quickly, and then fix the boat and leave.

Facts proved that his idea was good, it was just that God felt it wasn't very good.

Almost within a short minute, the sky darkened. The original scorching sun suddenly disappeared. Dense rain clouds blocked all the sunlight. Thunder came from afar. When the wind blew through the tall forest trees and blew on people's faces, it brought the unique raw smell of damp mud.

Just when Schiller was planning to scatter into a piece of gray mist and start a large-scale reconnaissance, Arthur suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at a shrubbery beside him, and Schiller heard him say, "Don't hide, I see you!"

"Don't come over!"

A figure drilled out from behind the shrubbery. He was holding a homemade bow and arrow in his hand, and a very simple arrow shaft was still placed on it. The arrowhead on it looked like it had fallen out with the arrow shaft and was ready to leave home at any time.

Schiller sized up the person in front of him. Even though most of his face was covered under the palm leaves, one could still see that the skin on his hands was very delicate, and his fingers were well maintained. He didn't look like a character like a fisherman, but at first glance, he was a rich man who had been pampered.

Arthur was surprised by his appearance. After all, he only got a vague story from the mouth of the school of fish. He hadn't seen a real Robinson. Suddenly, Arthur reacted and said, "No, you calm down, we are here to save you..."

But the person opposite didn't relax his vigilance at all, still pointing the bow at the two of them, saying, "You are accomplices of that group of people before, right?"

"Relax, don't be nervous." Schiller stepped forward and said.

That person first looked at Schiller, but finally fixed his gaze on Arthur. Arthur said, "I am a fisherman, I come from Blüdhaven..."

After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at himself. His overly burly figure and the tattoos on his arms seemed to be telling that he was not a good person. Arthur sighed, looked at the person opposite, and said, "Whether you believe it or not, we are indeed here to save you."

"How did you come over?" That person asked.

"I drove the boat over." Arthur replied.

"We first took a plane to California, and after getting off the plane in Coast City, we came over by boat..."

That person appeared even more vigilant, and at the same time, he said with some disdain, "Driving a boat from California to here, do you take me for a fool? Do you know how far this is?"

"Uh... I'm quite good at driving a boat. The seawater will help me. That, you put down the bow and arrow first, the storm is coming, we must quickly find a shelter to stay, otherwise there will be danger!" Arthur tried hard to communicate with the person opposite, but it could be seen that he wasn't very good at doing this work, and the person opposite was becoming more and more vigilant.

Schiller put away the umbrella, poked Arthur with the tip of the umbrella, and said, "You mentioned on the plane before that besides being able to talk to fish, you also have some other abilities. Why not show them."

Arthur hesitated and said, "Actually, I can't control it very well, but... okay, you see clearly..."

After speaking, Arthur stretched out a hand, closed his eyes, frowned, and tried hard to concentrate. The person opposite didn't know what he was going to do and took a small step back.

But soon, a scene that surprised him happened. The water in this small stream began to float up slowly. A water dragon raised its head from the small stream and then formed a shield around Arthur.

Arthur opened his eyes and exhaled. He waved his hand again, and the shield turned back into ordinary water droplets, which fell to the ground.

Feeling the coolness brought by the splashed water droplets, the man opposite finally looked up, took the palm leaf hat off his head, looked directly at Arthur, and said, "Who exactly are you?"

"I said, I am a fisherman, but I was born with the ability to communicate with creatures in the ocean. I learned about you from the school of fish, and I am here to save you..."

And Schiller interrupted the conversation between the two. He looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds and flashing with electricity, and said:

"Let's go quickly, the storm is coming." ===== CHAPTER 640 =====