Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 691 - 412, The Knight’s Limit_2

Chapter 691: 412, The Knight’s Limit_2

This time coming to Europe, Qing Chen was merely being hunted down by others, and if he didn’t find someone from Jindai to play some tricks, wouldn’t it be too boring?

However, the Puppeteer required the host to know the puppet’s true name, and Qing Chen was unsure if he needed to spell it out.

After all, many names in North America sound alike, but they are spelled differently.

Yangyang was a bit curious about what Qing Chen was going to do, while Chilton outright thought that Qing Chen simply wanted to torture him before he died…

What normal person would bother asking how to spell another person’s name when they are about to die?!

Nevertheless, Chilton’s desire to survive overcame everything else, “Carbry.Jackson.”

“Thank you,” Qing Chen said sincerely.

“Save me,” Chilton roared with his last bit of energy.

Qing Chen thought for a moment, then started doing CPR on Chilton’s chest, but he pressed too hard and ended up killing Chilton.

“Couldn’t save him, what a pity,” Qing Chen lamented.

Yangyang said emotionlessly, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone perform CPR on a person shot in the chest…”

“A man must keep his word,” Qing Chen reflected.

Yangyang asked curiously, “You must have some kind of taboo that requires knowing other people’s true names, right?”

Qing Chen glanced at the girl, who had guessed correctly so quickly.

“Forget it, I won’t ask. What are your plans now?” Yangyang asked.

“The Bass Destroyer is unlikely to brave the storm, so we are safe until the storm stops,” Qing Chen pondered. “I’ve already noted the coordinates here, but I’m afraid the task of salvaging the ship’s gold coins will have to wait until the weather calms down. Tonight, I’ll try to complete the challenge, and then once people stop chasing after me, I’ll come back here and retrieve the gold coins.”

Although nowadays there are no shortages of ways to make money, since he was already here…

There is no reason to see money and not pick it up!

Zhang Jian hid in the cabin, when suddenly he saw that after killing who knows how many people, the young boy and girl just sat down side by side on the deck railing and started chatting.

As if the boundless waves and low-hanging dark clouds exerted no pressure on them.

Zhang Jian yelled, “What are you doing?”

Qing Chen turned and shouted back with a smile, “Waiting for the wind!”

Zhang Jian felt utterly baffled, wondering if all Time Travelers had a bit of an issue with their brains?!

But he suddenly felt that the young man really was waiting for the wind, and it was a rare hurricane he was expecting.

Inside the Radiant Trumpet, Capri felt something was off. The gunfire had stopped, but no one had come to find him, nor to kill him.

It seemed like they were just going to let him fend for himself on this vast ocean.

After five minutes, Capri gathered his courage and stealthily approached the window, where he saw the scene Zhang Jian had just witnessed.

The young boy and girl were sitting side by side on the deck railing, facing the waves with complete calm.

Capri silently watched it all, swearing that this scene could shake anyone’s soul.

The raging roars of the sea tide and wind seemed like a backdrop for these two.

The barely visible dark shadow of the sea beasts crazily feeding below the ship contrasted the calm and violence, creating an extreme juxtaposition.

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No artist in the world could ever perfectly recreate this soul-stirring scene.

Yangyang casually sat on the railing, her legs swinging outside the rail, “Does every Knight promotion involve facing such dangerous situations?”

“Yes, a nine in ten chance of dying,” Qing Chen replied.

Yangyang tilted her head and asked, “Taking risks with a nine in ten chance of dying, to do something known to be impossible, yet striving to achieve it… is that the romantic spirit of a Knight? I heard stories about knights in the Inner World before, and I didn’t quite understand, but having experienced it with you once, I think I get it a bit now.”

Qing Chen smiled. “Aren’t there also many people in the world who embark on seemingly never-ending tasks, like our ancestors, like what you are doing now?”

Yangyang thought for a moment and said teasingly. “It’s different; our ancestors acted with no hope in sight, whereas we have successful examples to follow. We are awakening the awareness of students because we know only the youth can save the world. Think about it, why is it always the youth who save the world in cartoons? Isn’t it because if middle-aged people heard the world was about to end, their first reaction would be, ‘Really? That’s great! Why not just let it end?’ Middle-aged people no longer have the interest to save the world, so, the youth are truly the sparks of this world.”

Yangyang continued, “People always mock the naive, immature, idealistic nature of the youth, but it’s exactly this relentless courage that can ignite a fire. One day, that fire will start to burn.”

Qing Chen suddenly remembered what his master often said.

My friend, you cannot face the darkness with tenderness, you must use fire.

He stood up, looking at the distant waves, and smiled, “The wind I need has finally arrived.”

At the edge of the world, a tide was continuously rising, high like a dark wall.

Qing Chen went back inside the cabin and took out his surfboard.

Zhang Jian was dumbfounded, thinking this guy couldn’t really be planning to surf, could he?!

No way, no way, no one would surf in such terrible weather, right?

Yangyang laughed and took Qing Chen flying to the Radiant Trumpet, then went into the cabin and brought the held-down Capri back to the Arctic.