Chapter 11 Anger hidden in the heart, thunder rolling

Old Blue, who indirectly brought countless hatred to the respected Mr. Fool, has gone to bed. He is so simple and unpretentious, not self-conceited or arrogant. In the future, he will definitely share more worries for Mr. Fool and block more bullets.

August 1349, 8, Monday, at nine in the morning, after losing his alarm clock, Old Blue shamefully overslept. He hurriedly threw off the quilt, wanting to get dressed and wash up to go to work, but suddenly remembered that this was no longer the old world, and he was no longer the worker...

Relaxed, Old Blue lay down again, staring blankly with his eyes open. "Klein went to Ramde Town last night and should still be on his way. Even if I get the materials earlier and prepare for the sacrificial ceremony, I won't get a response... That's right! That's it! He definitely didn't stay in bed on purpose!"

dong dong!

Suddenly there was a rapid and powerful knock on the door.

Boom!
"Damn it! Why are you rushing me?" Old Blue, wearing pajamas and a coat, picked up a black cane with silver inlays and walked towards the outer door.

But before he could open the door, bang!
The wooden door that had accompanied him for more than ten years was broken by a punch... revealing half of an arm wearing a naval officer's uniform. The fist was powerful, but looked weathered.

"What the hell! What are you doing! Why do you have to knock on the door without ringing the doorbell? Why do you have to break down the door without opening it? I want to see who is so bold!"

Old Blue picked up his cane and banged the arm with it, then opened the door cursing. A burly old man wearing a tattered naval officer's coat appeared in front of him. It was Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, Old Blue's good friend and one of his partners.

Swain quickly glanced at Old Blue with his blue eyes and found that he had deep wrinkles and white hair and beard. He looked old, but he was in good spirits and could still swing his cane. He was relieved and scolded with a smile:

“Old man, I thought you were dead. I’m here to collect your body today.” Swain spoke sweetly.

Old Blue tapped the ground with his cane and cursed back:
"I won't die even if you die. You are an old man too!"

Swain didn't reply. He walked into the house carelessly, sat on the sofa in the living room, and looked around with his blue eyes, as if he was looking for something.

Seeing Swain's behavior, Old Blue guessed his purpose... If he hadn't traveled through time, Swain would have come here to see that scene in the morning...

For some reason, Old Blue naturally uttered the curse words:
"What are you doing! I don't have any breakfast! Go away and eat outside!"

Swain stopped looking around and looked at Old Blue and said:
"What's for breakfast? Where's the hemlock juice you bought yesterday? I heard you bought a bottle? Are you tired of living and want to try something new?"

One of the purposes of the Dragon Bar underground trading place is to monitor the circulation of extraordinary materials. Once the source and destination are known, the extraordinary materials will be less dangerous. This is one of the reasons why the official tacitly allows them to operate.

Old Blue did not hide his behavior yesterday, so naturally Swain knew about it.

Old Blue sat on the single sofa opposite Swain, smacked his lips, as if he was thinking about something, and then said:
"I drank it, and it tasted pretty good. I've been having trouble sleeping lately, and after drinking it I felt like I slept really well."

This is the absolute truth. I drank, fell asleep, and couldn’t wake up.

“Old man…” Swain cursed with a smile. He didn’t believe it. Drinking a bottle of poisonous lily juice would definitely kill him, even if he was a Sequence 8 Beyonder. Old Blue looked fine, and didn’t look like he had taken a suicide potion.

After a moment of silence, Old Blue said, "Old Swain, I want to be promoted to Navigator."

"I didn't dare to get promoted when I was young. Isn't it too late to get promoted now?" Swain looked at old Blue. His white hair and beard showed that he was old. He, who was in the same group as Blue, was no longer young.

Old Bru paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then continued:

"Swain, we were all in the Royal Navy before, and we became Sequence 9 sailors in the Sailor Path without much difficulty. It wasn't until we became Sequence 8 Angry People that we seemed to be very uncomfortable and even had symptoms of losing control. Only with the help of strong alcohol and maintaining our anger did we feel better. Haven't you realized anything yet?"

Swain, with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol, said seriously:

“You mean, the name of the potion requires us to perform the same behavior? This can reduce the risk of losing control? This is too simple... Such a simple truth should not be... And even true sailors of Sequence 9 can lose control..."

"Of course it's not that simple," said Old Bruce, leaning back on the sofa.

"The name of the potion is both a symbol and a key, both abstract and concrete. Sailors, when we served in the navy, we unconsciously understood the core elements, which was equivalent to early adaptation. After retiring, we drank the "Sailor" potion, which can be said to be very adaptable and very suitable. I think it is not without reason that the Punishers of that era gave priority to us, the navy who had been exposed to the mystery, to become Beyonders."

Swain nodded. After so many years as a punisher, especially as a team leader, he was very clear about the selection criteria and the high level of confidentiality. He also vaguely realized something.

Seeing that Swain was thinking, Old Blue continued:
"As for the Wrathful People, they were called 'Storm Guardians' in ancient times. The internal documents of the Mandated Punishers only describe our power and ask us to remain angry so that we can exert stronger power..."

"With the help of strong alcohol, we can maintain a state of anger, which can reduce the risk of losing control to a certain extent...but...relying on external things will not last long after all."

"Jenny," Old Blue's eyes were filled with sadness after mentioning his wife, "Jenny is a gentle wife. After she advised me to quit drinking, I did it. I thought I would lose control... but something magical happened. I was no longer angry all the time, but kept it in my heart... After that, I was in a very good state. I no longer heard what I shouldn't hear, and I no longer saw what I shouldn't see..."

Old Blue sighed with emotion. He looked at Swain who was listening thoughtfully and said:
"So, I summed up my own "Angry People" code: stay angry, but know how to restrain your anger. Uncontrolled anger will only burn yourself. Although everyone's code may be different, the general direction should be the same. Oh, you know, I'm not very educated, so I speak more bluntly. "

Swain looked confused, surprised, and regretful. He said in a hoarse voice:
"Did you tell Little Blue?"

"Of course, he's my son," Old Blue laughed at himself, "even though he's always been angry with me..."

"Little Blue is out of control..."

“No need to say, who is behind this… I will find out.” Old Blue interrupted Swain, not wanting to hear his apology, but also to express his determination. “Before that, anger must be allowed to burn in your heart, like thunder rolling.”

“Hmm… Is this why you look so weak now…” Swain said, stroking his chin.

"..."

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