Chapter 8 Chapter VII

Our trip this time is not much different from every interstellar travel you have ever experienced. The only difference is that we are on a warship, and there are troops escorting us along the way.For me, going into space is both intimidating and exciting.This is my second Star Trek.And I have very little recollection of the first Star Trek.I have only vague memories of leaving Simhallen on a refugee boat. Saryon has been staying in his cabin on the pretext of having work to do.I should have forgotten to mention that he had developed a mathematical theory related to light wave particles or something like that.I have no interest in mathematics, so I know very little about his theory.When he was talking about mathematics with his governess, I felt like a needle was being pricked in my forehead, so I would leave as soon as possible.Saryon said he was continuing to work on the theory, but every time I went into his room to see if he needed anything, I found him just staring at the speeding stars outside the porthole.

I guess he's thinking back to his life in Merilon, or back again to the court of the Goblin Queen, or reincarnated as a stone statue standing on the edge of the afterlife.The past has been bittersweet for him.Looking at his face, I retreated silently, accompanied by a burst of heartache. We landed safely at Simharon - the first spacecraft from Earth in twenty years.That's if you don't count the ships that bring supplies to the outpost here, and the spaceships that come secretly, piloted by Duke Sis or technologists. Saryon stayed in his cabin so long after the ship touched down that I even began to think he had changed his mind about meeting Joram.The general's assistant was extremely worried and called General Polis and Prince Garrod in a panic.When Saryon appeared, the images of the two of them were on the communication screen, obviously ready to plead and push Saryon.

Saryon motioned for me to follow him, then walked past the general's aide without even glancing at the comm screen.His pace was so quick that I could only grab the backpack (in which I kept some of our essentials) as fast as I could and hurried after him. Looking at the happy expression on Saryon's face, I knew he must still be lost in his own memories, and he had no time to think about things like clean socks, bottled water, and shaving tools.Fortunately I had the foresight.The packed luggage was for both of us.I swung the backpack over my shoulder and followed Saryon to the hatch.

There was no hesitation on his face.That heavy responsibility, even the long years of wastage, seemed to have been swept away by him.This moment is more than a dream come true for my Master.He never dared to dream like this, he never thought that there would be a reunion today.He had long believed that he had lost Joram in self-imposed exile forever. When the hatch opened, Saryon rushed out, running down the gangway, robes flying behind his ankles.I staggered behind him, trying to hold the weight of the pack and keep it from weighing me down.We meet a party from the research station at the end of the gangway.Because they blocked the way, Saryon had to stop.

But Saryon still didn't pay attention to these people, his eager eyes looked over the heads of these people and looked into the distance.A piece of land that should have been covered and protected by the magic fog in his memory, now that the magic fog has dissipated, this land is exposed in broad daylight and can be seen at a glance. Saryon looked far and wide, trying to find any trace of his hometown.He merely mumbled a few incomprehensible words, and then gave up all attempts at civility.We stepped forward, leaving behind the outpost commander and the message he was eager to tell us.

Saryon walked across the rock-strewn land toward his birthplace. The outpost commander was going to hold Saryon back.But I saw the tears on the master's face, so I stopped the outpost commander and told him with strong gestures that Saryon didn't want to be disturbed now.The general's assistant also rushed over.She, the outpost commander, and I began to make the necessary plans for our operations here. "You've got to make him understand," said the outpost commander, with a frustrated look on his face. "I've been trying to tell that chaplain that we've received orders to evacuate yesterday for all of us at the outpost. So try not to delay it." Too long. Remind the priest that he is not on vacation. The last boat will leave in seventy-two hours."

I could only stare at the man in shock.He seemed to understand what was on my mind. "Yes, Cornifer is coming in." He said seriously. "We're going to take you and the prisoner and his family out of here. I guess you and the priest are here to make him understand to leave. Necessary here, huh? "Well, I don't envy you." The commander looked towards the hills in the distance. "That Joram--if you ask me how he is, I'll tell you he's going crazy. When we went to free Senator Smither, he was as horrible as a savage. Yes, he hasn't done real damage yet. But he stood in front of the poor congressman, clenched his fists, as if he was about to beat the life of the congressman out. When I asked him if his wife and daughter were all right, he used that kind of fire that seemed to burn coals His dark eyes looked at me. I understood at once that the health of his family had nothing to do with me. No, sir, I do not envy you or that priest. I advise you to take armed guards."

I know Saryon would never consider that suggestion.The general's assistant also vetoed the commander's proposal. "They won't have to go very far, and the Catalyst Saint knows the land well," she told the outpost commander. "The priest is an old friend of Joram's, and they won't be in any danger. And They have walkie-talkies in their flying cars, so if they have an accident, they can notify us in time." As she spoke, she glanced at me to confirm my reaction.I guess we'll still have guards with us, perhaps Dukes, who can hide in their time folds and watch us.

"So how about a driver for you?" the commander asked. "I can drive..." the assistant said. I shook my head vigorously, patted my chest, and typed on my laptop: I'm driving. "Are you okay?" the assistant asked me suspiciously. Yes.I answered firmly.I'm almost telling the truth. I've driven a flying car before, in an amusement park.I drive okay.But the speeding car was different from the car, and it always had some troubles with me, so I was very confused at the time, so that the way forward was a little bit uncertain.If my flying car is the only one in the entire solar system, I think I will be safe.

Also, I held up my laptop in front of the assistant so that she could see what I was writing.You know he won't let anyone follow us. She did know, though she didn't like it.I figured it must have been arranged by her.I mean that flying car.That way only she can be our driver and keep an eye on us while we finish her report. Don't you have enough spies?I thought bitterly, but I didn't express the thought.I won the round, so I was able to show her a bit of guts. "Keep in touch," the outpost commander warned me. "An enemy could show up at any moment. That's not a good thing."

The general's assistant returned to the spaceship and complained to her general.The Outpost Commander took me to the flying car and gave me a quick ride-driving lesson—a lesson that left me even more confused.I threw my backpack into the back seat of the car and turned to find Saryon.He couldn't wait to walk towards those distant mountain peaks. I hadn't taken six steps before the commander stopped me from behind.I turned around and saw him picking something up from the ground. "Take it." The commander handed it to me. "The pastor dropped this." He handed me Saryon's leather duffel bag, one of the few things he had brought with him from Simharon.I remember it clearly. It was solemnly placed in Saryon's study, and there was a special small table next to Saryon's desk for it.When Saryon missed Joram and the old days, he would put his hands on the bag, run his fingers over the old leather. The bag may have been some sort of sacred relic to Saryon, with special meaning.But I can't imagine how he could have lost such a valuable item so carelessly.I thanked the commander, put the bag and backpack on the back seat of the car, and then I went to chase my master. "Flying car," Saryon gave me a sharp look, "Who is the driver?" "I, sir," I told him in sign language, "It was the general's aide who wanted to drive us, but I know you don't like being around a stranger." "Maybe it's no better for you to drive than for a tree to drive," Saryon said anxiously. "I used to drive a flying car, sir." I echoed him. "In the amusement park!" Saryon snorted. I was hoping he'd forget something from being overexcited, but he obviously didn't. "Then I'll go get the general's assistant back, sir." As soon as I finished sign language, I turned around and walked towards the spaceship. "Reuven, wait." I turn my head. "You...can really pilot something that delicate?" He glanced nervously at the flying car. "Yes, sir." I relaxed, smiling and shrugging. "I can give it a try." "All right!" he said. "Do you know the way?" I asked him, "How do we go?" He looked again into the distance, all the way to the snow-covered peaks on the horizon. "There," he said, "the holy mountain. The only building that stood after the Well of Life died and the terrible storm ravaged the world. There Joram and Gwendelyn took refuge. According to Prince Jarod's message , they are still there." We walked to the flying car. "We have seventy-two hours," I told Saryon, "and then the last ship will leave." Saryon was as surprised as I was to hear this news. "Only for a while?" "Yes, sir. But we shouldn't be so long. If you explain to Joram the danger—" Saryon shook his head.I wondered if I should tell the outpost commander what he had said about Joram's madness.But I decided not to mention it, I didn't want to add to the worries of the master.Through the research I did for my book, I have reason to believe that Joram is a manic-depressive disorder, and I think it's likely that his solitary life and the stress of being a tech guy pushed him to the breaking point point. Walking to the car, I opened the door for Saryon.Seeing the bag on top of the knapsack, I pointed it out to him. "You forgot about this," I gestured, "Outpost Commander found it for you." Saryon stared at the bag in bewilderment. "I can't lose it. I don't have it. Why should I?" "Is this yours?" I asked.Maybe it belonged to someone else at the Outpost. Saryon examined the bag carefully. "It looks a lot like mine. Maybe newer, not as old as mine. Weird, such a thing can't be from the outpost, it hasn't been made in twenty years! It must be It's mine, it's just... well, weird." I reminded Saryon that he had been in a trance the whole time, and maybe he had the bag with him, he just didn't remember it.I also reminded him that he had had problems with his memory before, and he often forgot where he put his reading glasses. Saryon admits I was right.He did think about taking the bag with him, but he was afraid of losing it, so he put the idea aside.He had thought he had put the bag back in the study.Now this result makes him very happy. So we left our bags in the back of the car and sat in the car ourselves.My mind just focused on trying to figure out what the outpost commander had taught me.The mysterious appearance of the bag was quickly forgotten by me. Saryon got into the passenger seat.I help him fasten his seat belt and then fasten my own.He worriedly asked me if there was any more security in the car, and I told him that was enough—I think my expression seemed more confident than my sanity. I pressed the start button, and the flying car started to make a "humming" sound. I press the button marked "Spray". The "humming" sound became louder, followed by the sound of strong airflow.The flying car left the ground.Saryon gripped the doorknob tightly. All went well and the car floated upwards.Saryon asked hoarsely now, "Have we risen too high?" I shook my head, grabbed the stalk, and pushed it down, trying to move the car forward. The control sticks are far more sensitive than I expected, and certainly more so than the ride in the amusement park.The car paused, then shot straight ahead at dizzying speed. I hurriedly pulled the control lever back to raise the front of the car.At the same time, I accidentally increased the output energy, and the flying car rushed forward immediately, and the sudden impact almost broke our necks. "Emin, save us!" Saryon gasped. "I hope so, Father." An extremely dull voice sounded. Saryon stared at me.I think he must have suspected that the jolt had miraculously restored my ability to speak.I shook my head vigorously and pointed to the back seat of the car with my chin—my two hands gripped the control lever so tightly that I dared not let it go. Saryon's eyes widened, and he turned hastily. "I recognize the voice," he murmured, "but it's impossible!" I don't know who the person behind is, I think it should be Duke Xisi.I'm not entirely sure how to stop the car, so just let it go and do my best to hold it steady.Still, I took a quick glance in the rearview mirror. "Oh! I said!" The voice seemed very irritable. "That smelly big green bag is on top of me, I'm about to be crushed." Saryon kept groping around the backpack with his hands. "Where? What?" I finally stopped the flying car.I let the downdraft continue to spray, keeping the speeder afloat.Then reach for the backpack. "Thank you very much," said the leather bag.