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Yevgeny said nothing, he had not yet made a decision.

"Do you want to stay?"

With a raised eyebrow, Ivor's tone became unkind: "Stop pretending to be noble, you were forced to come here, you were not willing from the beginning! Do you want to stay and die?"

Hearing death, Yevgeny shuddered: "Maybe you are right... I was forced to come here, and there is nothing wrong with going back..."

Ivor's eyes suddenly became softer and his tone became more relaxed: "That's right. It's not good for anyone to hold on. It's better to give up as soon as possible."

After saying that, Ivor put out his cigarette and lay down again: "Go to bed quickly. We will arrive at the Aztec Empire early tomorrow morning and we have to get up early."

"Um..."

The cigarette burned out slowly, and Yevgeny threw it into the bottle and lay down on his side. The annoyance in his heart did not diminish at all, but deepened little by little as time went by. Ivor was already snoring and sleeping soundly.

The next day, seagulls soared in the blue sky, and the sound of whistles woke everyone up. Through the windows, you could already see the port just around the corner.

After getting dressed, Yevgeny walked out of the cabin. On the deck, Goncharov, Ulmit and others were ready to disembark.

Without asking anyone else, Goncharov stood upright on the side of the ship, his clothes fluttering in the cold wind, and remained silent without saying a word.

If you go, you will follow. If you don't go, it is useless to persuade you.

Seeing Goncharov's back, Yevgeny became even more anxious. He felt like there were ants crawling all over his body. He scratched his head and head, unable to calm down. Finally, he simply walked over to Goncharov and whispered: "Bishop..."

"Um?"

Goncharov glanced back at him: "Is something wrong?"

"No...no..."

Yevgeny shrank his neck and left. Seeing this scene, Ulmit couldn't help but said: "Bishop Goncharov, why did you take him on the ship in the first place? Look at his cowardice, it's hard to be a great person.

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"He's a kind-hearted kid."

Goncharov said softly: "Pope Mavey once told me that kindness is the hardest coat to wear. Every action comes from the heart. Such people may not be able to achieve anything, but at least they will not harm others."

"The ship is about to dock, but he hasn't even packed his luggage. It seems that you are going to be disappointed with him." Ulmit sighed.

"As long as he can maintain his original intention, I will not be disappointed in him." Goncharov said: "Cowardice is not terrible, the terrible thing is losing yourself. One day, he will take the initiative to stand up."

Ulmit laughed at himself: "Take the initiative...how long will it take?"

"When the things he cherishes are threatened, and when the people who protect him die one by one, maybe he will be willing to raise his head. The fuel of putting out fires will always shine at the last moment."

"I see."

Ulmit grinned: "He is a hope. If one day the church is threatened or invaded, and those of us on the front line fall, it will be the time for him to wake up."

"Yes, it's like two legs. If you want to move forward, you have to step out with one leg first, and then follow the other one."

The uneasy Yevgeny kept backing up and bumped into someone else. When he looked back, it was Ivor.

There are not many people who are willing to follow Goncharov to the Aztec Empire. Except for Ulmit and other members of the Aurora Society, there are only four or five people left. The remaining dozens of people want to return to the safe Romanov Kingdom.

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Now, they gathered around Ivor.

"Come on, Yevgeny, breakfast is ready."

Holding his arms around his shoulders, Ivor took Yevgeny into the cabin, went to the dining room, personally spread a piece of jam bread for him, and said with a smile: "If you don't go to see it, you won't be bothered. Wait until the ship docks, and it will be there soon."

start again."

Yevgeny took the bread and took a small bite. He loved jam the most, but it tasted tasteless today, like chewing wax.

People around him were talking and laughing, and they were all looking forward to returning home after having relieved themselves of the heavy pressure. Yevgeny was in a daze.

Boom!

The hull lightly hit the shore, making a muffled sound, the anchor was lowered, and the boarding board was slowly lowered.

Goncharov strode off the boat with Ulmit and others, and walked towards the dock without looking back.
Chapter completed!