Chapter 893: The Last Drifting Diary

Mud, Blaise and their subordinates stood at the stern of the Hyperion, waving goodbye to the tribesmen of the Bavoram tribe who were still on the coast.

Only when the coastline had completely disappeared from their sight did Mud and others let go of their hands.

"It's time to go back home," Blaise said with emotion, "I'm still a little reluctant when I really have to leave the New World."

Mud and Blaise are both over 60 years old.

To put it bluntly, they are both close to death.

After leaving the New World this time, there may be no chance to come back here.

In other words, their separation from the tribesmen of the Bavoram tribe this time may be a farewell forever.

When Blaise thought that this separation would most likely be a farewell forever, Blaise's tone couldn't help but be a little sad.

As soon as Blaise finished speaking, Mud raised his hand and patted Blaise on the shoulder.

"A person's life is a repetition of joys and sorrows over decades."

Mud has the deepest feelings for the people of the Bavoram tribe, so if we talk about who is the saddest person in this separation, it must be Mud.

However, even if he suppressed all the sadness and reluctance in his heart, Mud's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

After raising his hand to try the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, Mud turned around and walked towards the cabin.

He wanted to go back to his room and give a perfect ending to his "New World Drifting Diary".

After arriving in the New World, Mud listened to Blaise's advice and began to keep a diary to record his life in the New World.

This diary was jokingly called "Drifting Diary" by Mud himself.

Now that they have left the New World and officially embarked on the journey back home, it is time to give this "New World Drifting Diary" a perfect ending.

I returned to the room, sat at the wooden table, opened the notebook that had become a little tattered due to frequent flipping, took out the quill pen that had been dipped in ink, and began to write the last content for this diary.

The last day in the New World

Today is our last day in the New World.

We have been in the New World for a long time and have decided to return home today.

To be honest, I am a little reluctant.

I have become accustomed to life in the New World.

I have also met many friends in the New World.

There are many indigenous people in the New World. Until we left, we didn’t know how many people lived in the New World.

As far as I know now, there are at least millions of indigenous people in the New World.

No matter which nation, there must be kind people and evil people.

We were very lucky to meet the very friendly tribe of the Bafulanmu tribe in the New World.

The tribesmen of the Bafulanmu tribe were very nice to us. Although their civilization was very low and they were still in the backward Stone Age, they faced strange foreign nations and made friendly behaviors that we humans in the Old World might not be able to do.

After confirming that we had no hostility towards them,

they took us in as a foreign ethnic group whose language and culture were completely different from theirs. When we first arrived in their tribe, they held a grand welcome ceremony for us. That night, both we and they drank, cheered, and enjoyed ourselves.

When we left, the chief of the Bafuram tribe told me that they welcomed us back very much, and when we returned to the New World again, he would lead all the tribesmen to welcome us.

And I also told the chief at that time, "If there is a chance, we will definitely come back. When we come back, we will definitely bring more good things and teach you more advanced technologies so that you can live a better life."

After hearing what I said, the chief smiled and gave me a warm bear hug.

The Flam people have a very special etiquette, which I named "hug ceremony".

According to the customs of the Flam people, hugging is an act that can only be reserved for one's family and close friends.

The chief of the Bafuram tribe took the initiative to give me a bear hug, which shows that he regards me as a close friend.

I was touched by the chief's appreciation of me, so I hugged him tightly.

During the time we stayed in the New World, we taught the people of the Bafuram tribe all the advanced technologies we could teach them.

For example, the technology of digging wells, farming, and medicine making.

If I have the opportunity to come to the New World again, I will definitely teach the people of the Bafuram tribe more advanced technologies and bring them more good things.

Now that I think about it carefully, it is really wonderful and incredible that we can get along with them in a friendly manner and cultivate a wonderful and precious friendship even though we can't understand each other's words and our cultural customs are not the same at all.

I had a strange idea for no reason.

When we first came into contact with the people of the Bafuram tribe, we couldn't communicate with them at all in language.

However, even in this situation where we couldn't communicate with each other in language, we were still able to get along with them in a friendly manner and cultivate a precious friendship together.

Then in the Old World, the people of the Holy Hilan Empire and the Frankish Empire can communicate with each other by language, so why can't they get along with them in a friendly way? Why do they have to keep fighting like this?

This question seems a bit too big. I am just a knight fighting on the battlefield, not a scholar, so I still haven't figured out the answer to this question.

I hope that readers who are reading this diary of mine can help me think about this question.

I have served the Britannia Empire for decades. During these decades, I have participated in countless battles. I have participated in no less than 10 large-scale battles with a total force of more than 100,000.

I have participated in so many battles and fought for so long. To be honest, I am a little tired.

Now that I think about it carefully, this may be one of the important reasons why I was not too excited after being transferred to the position of Navy Commander-in-Chief, because as long as I go to the Navy, there will not be so many battles to participate in.

The war seems to be endless. After this battle, there is another one. I really don't know when it will end.

I really hope that our Britannia Empire and other countries can coexist peacefully like us and the people of Bavoram, even if the culture is not similar at all.

I will cherish my friendship with the indigenous people of the New World, the Fram people, for the rest of my life.

After we transport the gold back to China, we will definitely spend a lot of money to build an ocean-going fleet to dig gold in the New World.

May those who come to the New World to dig gold continue the precious friendship between us and the Fram people.

May the "flame" of the New World become more and more vigorous.

Mudhaday

293rd year of the Britannian Empire