Although the restaurant's decoration is not as good as that of a high-end hotel, it is still equipped with romantic scented candles and a live violinist.
Such a configuration on a long-distance ship will obviously make the long voyage life more interesting.
The violinist was absorbed in playing Schubert's Serenade on the stage.
The sound of the violin is like a young man singing to his lover's window, expressing his love. The melody is beautiful, gentle and lingering.
The lyrical and romantic atmosphere made the scene ambiguous; no one spoke in the restaurant and the guests were careful to avoid making any noise, as they did not want any sound to destroy the tranquility of the moment.
The melodious sound of the violin, the sound of the rollers driven by the steam furnace and the rolling waves formed a beautiful harmony.
The elegant girl Sif finished the sawdust pudding she had been craving for, wiped her mouth, held her chin with both hands, and looked at the violinist on the stage with a dazed look.
She whispered unconsciously,
"Mr. Jobtran, listen, what a beautiful piece of music.
It sounds like a knight gently confessing his feelings to his lover before going on an expedition.
The rude knight laid down his weapon just to make a better impression on his lover.
He is humorous, elegant and polite.
Mr. Jobtran, what is the love in this piano music
Joe Bruin picked up the goblet on the table and took a sip of the mellow wine. He was silent for a while and shook his head.
"I don't understand."
Sif glanced at Jobtran's face, which was handsome but a little weathered, and his silver-gray hair made him look older than his actual age.
Those eyes that seemed to be able to see through the secrets of people's hearts attracted Sif's attention.
"Mr. Jobtran, I want to ask you a question.
You can choose not to do the Q&A, it is your freedom.
This question is purely to satisfy my curiosity.”
"Tell me about it."
“You look mysterious, and my intuition tells me that you are a man with a story.
My curiosity drives me to know more about you."
In the yellow candlelight, Jobtran could not see the blush on Sif's face.
"Oh my God, Sif, you shameless woman, do you know what you are talking about?"
After Sif finished speaking, she lowered her head slightly, but her eyes were fixed on Jobtran in front of her.
The mysterious temperament, elegant conversation, generous and upright actions, and handsome appearance all attracted Sif's heart.
Joe Butran replied with a half-smile:
“Everyone has a story, it’s just a matter of whether the story is interesting or not.
As for how to define a wonderful life, I think this is a question that should be left to philosophers to think about.”
"A sly answer."
Sif complained in a low voice angrily.
"I should have taken the initiative to ask such an embarrassing question, why is he unmoved?"
Girls' minds are always prone to wild thoughts, especially those studying literature.
Elegant love is an enduring theme in medieval literature, and romantic stories are one of the most popular literary contents.
The girl in the story always has a knight guarding her, who is willing to go through fire and water for her, defeat the dragon and save the world.
It's a cliché plot, but it's every girl's dream.
Sif is no exception.
Compared to the nerds around her who can only memorize documents, Joe Bruin seems to be more in line with her fantasy knight, but this is destined to be a wrong love.
The mission that Jobtran carries is so heavy that he has no time and energy to talk about love. The focus of his life can only be on work, not the love that the girl expects.
When the violinist finished the piece, the guests stood up and applauded, including Jobtran and Sif. Applause is the best reward for artists.
The violinist bowed politely to thank the guests present, and taking this opportunity, Jobtran walked to the cashier counter.
"Let's pay the bill."
He took out his wallet and prepared to pay.
"Oh, are you the guest at table number three?"
The waiter glanced at Joe Butron's position.
"Yes, how much is it? Should I pay you in gold marks or gold?"
asked Joe Butran politely.
"No, no, no, I'm just confirming your identity. Your bill has already been settled."
The waiter handed the bill for table number three to Joe Butron who took a look at it.
The bill listed the dishes ordered by Jobtran and Sif and the total amount, and at the end it said "Paid".
Joe Butran took out his pocket watch and took a look. The time was 9:28 p.m.
This meant that the person checking out had twenty-two minutes, a length of time long enough to run several laps around the vast deck.
Joe Butron turned his head and looked around at everyone in the restaurant, only to find an elegant black man in the corner raising his glass to him.
"Hey whats up?"
Sif walked up to Jobtran and asked.
"Nothing, I saw an old friend and I'll go over to say hello later.
You should go back to the cabin and rest first.
See you tomorrow.”
Joe Butran said perfunctorily.
"I don't know what room you're staying in, Mr. Jobtran?"
Sif asked, mustering up the courage.
"Room 369."
replied Joe Butran.
Although Jobtran was answering Sif's questions, his eyes were always on the black man.
Sif whispered a few words into the cashier's ear, and the cashier then handed over a note and a pen.
Sif scribbled a few words on the paper, handed it to Jobtran with a blushing face, and ran away at a trot.
Jobtran didn't pay attention to the contents of the note and put it in his pocket.
He walked straight towards the black man sitting in the corner, and the black man grinned at him.
The white teeth looked so conspicuous under the candlelight. Jobtran vaguely felt the oppression coming from the black man, but he could feel that the black man had no ill will towards him at this time.
"I suppose you don't mind if I sit here, sir?"
Jobtran pulled out a chair and sat down on it.
The black man smiled cheerfully, crossed his legs, and asked Jobtrud,
"Of course I don't mind. Would you like a drink?"
Joe Butran picked up the bottle of wine in the ice bucket and took a look at it.
"Sparkling wine from Freiburg an der Unstrut?"
"You seem to know a lot about wine? This one tastes good, but a little sweet."
The black man said with a broad grin.
"Semi-dry sparkling wine contains about 40 grams of sugar, so it is normal for it to taste sweet, but it is a good choice to pair with food to relieve greasiness."
Jobtran raised his hand and asked the waiter to bring a champagne glass and poured himself half a glass.
"It's a bit sweet if you drink it plain. Add two ice cubes to dilute the taste and it will be better. Do you want to try it?"
Joe Butran used a rack to put two ice cubes into his glass and asked the black man.
"certainly."
The black man spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders in reply.
"My friend, I think I have seen you before."
Joe Butran added two ice cubes to the black man in front of him and took a sip of the sparkling wine in the glass and said.
From the moment he saw the black man, Joe Butran began to play a psychological game with him. He knew very well that he had never seen such a person before.
Joe Butran was sure of his memory. A black man, and a black man with extraordinary temperament, if such a person had appeared, it would definitely leave a deep impression.
But the black man in front of him seemed very familiar to him, so Joe Butran strongly doubted his identity.
"Oh? Really? You remembered? My friend."
The black man pretended to be surprised and took a sip.
"Oh, it does taste a lot better with ice cubes."
"Maybe I remember it, but maybe I don't. Maybe you can give me a hint?"
Joe Butran glanced at the black man who was acting with him and said.
"Although he has no ill intentions, this kind of pressure makes me uneasy."
Joe Butran thought to himself.
"A hint? Well, it's in front of the door."
The black man changed his sitting position, leaned forward, and spoke mysteriously.
"My friend, don't joke with me. You know, a human being walks through more doors than he sleeps with girls in his lifetime."
Joe Butran raised his eyebrows and said.
The black man smiled and clapped his hands immediately after hearing this.
"Ahahahaha, my friend, it seems that what my old friend Tavier Yat Umr said was absolutely right, you are indeed very interesting.
We'll see you at the door next time, Mr. Jobtran."
The black man left with a hearty laugh, and then stood up and left, looking back mischievously and saying,
“I’ve already paid the bill, so I can save you some time.
By the way, that girl is pretty good, you can go and knock on her door tonight.
I'm sure you'll have an exciting and thrilling night."
Joe Butran sat there stiffly, not daring to even breathe.
He had vaguely guessed the identity of the black man he had just tested.
It's a very simple logical deduction, but the more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.
After the violinist went off stage for a break, a musician playing the harmonica took over the stage.
Despite the brisk harmonica playing, Jobtran could hear nothing at all.
He was sweating profusely, his face turned pale, and his hand holding the wine glass was shaking.
"I'll wait for you here, Joe Butran."
Yudekao's resentful voice appeared in Jobutran's ears. Although he had put down the wine glass and covered his ears, Yudekao's voice still appeared in Jobutran's mind.
At this moment, Jobtran seemed to see the scene in hell. There were orange-red lightning streaking across the sky, the ground was covered with lava and boiling magma, and there were trees set on fire by the fire of hell.
The heaven and earth seemed to be crying, shaking and trembling. A powerful explosion destroyed everything on the ground, and the high temperature brought by the explosion evaporated everything in an instant.
A mushroom cloud with a devilish grin rose from the ground, and the dust caused by the explosion covered the sky, but the thunder still ruthlessly cut through the dust, turning the entire ground into a land covered with gray dust.
Darkness enveloped the land.
Jobtran realized that perhaps these scenes were not hell, perhaps hell was on earth.
He fell into a painful logical fallacy. He was unwilling to believe that this was real. These might just be the consequences of releasing someone he shouldn't have released.
"It's all a fantasy!"
Jobtran roared hysterically.
His mental state was on the verge of collapse, but Umr's voice appeared in his mind.
“No, this is real.
But these real scenes do not happen in your time, but after your mission is completed.
Accept it, embrace it, then you can resist it.
You have a will of steel, and only you can do this, as you have done in the past and this time as well."
"Fuck you, Ummur! Fuck your mission!
I just want peace! A peaceful life! No more heresy! No more war! "
Joe Butron roared in the sea of consciousness.
A sigh came from Jobutran's sea of consciousness, with a hint of human helplessness in it. Jobutran even heard a sound of despair.
“Close your eyes and feel the world with your soul.
What you see, what you hear, and what you smell may not be true.
This is the last help I can give you. Next time you will have to bear it all on your own."
Umr's voice said in Jobtran's mind.
Jobtran felt that his madness suddenly stopped and all his sanity returned to normal. He closed his eyes as Umr said and felt the world.
He felt the emptiness and hollowness of the world. Everything seemed like a dream, a real dream.
There is a door deep in the dream, and behind the door leads to the truth of the world.
Umr sat in front of this door, looking at this world from afar, this absurd and bizarre world.
"Sir, sir?"
The waiter patted Joe Butran's shoulder gently and said tentatively.
"Sir, wake up, we are closing."
The waiter said somewhat dissatisfiedly.
“Although the customer gave a generous tip, he abandoned his friend and ran away. He is such a bad friend.
Eh? Was the guest a man or a woman? What did he look like? Why can’t I remember clearly? "
The waiter was a little surprised by this, but didn't take it too seriously.
Joe Butran's spirit returned to his body, and he seemed to be in the same drunken posture leaning against a chair.
"Thank you, I'm fine, just a little drunk."
Joe Butran thanked the waiter.
"That's good, sir. We'll be closing in half an hour, so you can rest for a while.
We have hangover and seasickness pills if needed.”
The waiter said this politely according to the employee training, and this was also in consideration of the tip left by the customer.
Joe Butran glanced at the empty bottles on the table and the bucket of water in the ice bucket next to him, and he realized that a lot of time had passed.
"Please give me a glass of water, room temperature."
Jobtran said politely to the waiter, and took out a two gold mark note from his wallet and handed it over.
"Thank you sir, I'll be right back. Please wait."
The waiter received the extra tip, bowed with a smile, ran to the bar to pour a glass of water for Jobtran, and started cleaning.
Joe Butran took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was ten thirty-six.
"It turns out that I have been unconscious for more than an hour. What did the man say last?"