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"You're going to go to sea?"

Alger looked at the tall man in front of him who was cooking in an apron with his sleeves rolled up. He couldn't help but frown. He felt that there was no trace of academic aura in him, and he didn't seem to be able to afford such a hard and simple dress.

It looks like a high reward of more than five hundred pounds.

Richard pushed aside a bunch of fallen hair, pushed up his glasses, and replied very cordially: "Yes, it's me."

"I'm going to go to sea to conduct some research and investigation. I need the help of a senior team who are proficient in various sea areas. The pay is good. Are you the pirate captain in the tavern who is leading the cooperation?"

Senior team... Alger felt a little funny about this term. As a "navigator" who had finished digesting the potion, he could definitely stand up to the term. Although the search for the Sequence 6 potion entrusted by the Tarot Society has not yet been completed, but in the future

If you find it, you will definitely need to pay a lot of money.

No, it should be said that money is needed in all aspects, no matter when, no matter what you do, you need money. This commission can just pass the time a few years ago, fooling his own sailors. Alger does not want to rush for performance, nor does he want to be the tail end of the crane, so he maintains a

His goal is to achieve above-average grades in the church and to be promoted without attracting anyone's attention.

So he asked: "Where is your destination?"

Richard put down the spatula, handed the half-cooked egg fried rice in the pot to another chef at hand, and answered Alger seriously: "This is an inspection mission. My instructor asked me to go to sea to conduct research. My goal is

Departing from the Port of Tyrinhos in the Rhoside Islands, sailing all the way west, passing through the violent sea between the Southern Continent and Intis, passing through the Gulf of Desi and the island of Selos... After that, I want to explore the west side of the Oradek Islands

Further seas.”

If Klein were here and had a world map in hand, he would be surprised to find that the route chosen by Richard is exactly the same as what Russell wrote in his diary, and that he and the Four Knights once sailed on the "Black Throne"

Almost unanimous! If you endure a long drift without soil and direction after crossing the Oradek Islands, you can finally reach that mysterious primitive island with all kinds of extraordinary creatures!

And if you really continue walking along this route, one day you will get a glimpse of the legendary "abyss".

Alger's pupils contracted.

The route appears to pass by his original island.

He naturally realized this, and he had no virtue of sharing. Qilingos was dead, and the primitive island densely populated with extraordinary creatures was his exclusive resource area, and he must not let others know about it.

"Don't just fry the rice." Richard turned to the other chefs and said, "Sprinkle some chopped ham and green vegetables into it."

"Hey, lower the fire, and whoever gets fried will eat the crispy rice!"

The young chef who was instructed by Richard blushed, but he was not angry, just a little embarrassed. He carefully stir-fried the fried rice, controlled the heat, and sprinkled some chopped green vegetables and ham from time to time. His movements gradually changed from the stiffness at the beginning.

Timidity turns into fluidity and spontaneity.

"Yes, yes, that's it, let's shake the pot again..."

As the fragrance gradually emerged, Richard turned his head with satisfaction and looked at Alger, who was still deep in thought: "What do you think?"

"...Before that, I would like to ask about the salary first." Alger did not answer. His greed made him take chances. After all, not everyone can find that island, and this person's goal may not be primitive.

Island. When the time comes, you can deliberately deviate from the route, circle around the original island several times, and finally return without success.

"My salary is £600."

Alger raised his eyebrows and heard Richard say: "If the inspection mission is completed, add one hundred more. If we can return successfully, add one hundred more."

Eight hundred pounds... Alger was a little tempted.

After all, he is familiar with that route and can avoid most dangers. Maybe this voyage will be as easy as a trip.

The young man in front of him said the salary of 800 pounds without batting an eyelid. Alger couldn't help but have some narrow-minded thoughts and deliberately made himself embarrassed: "You don't have a destination yourself, so you expect us pirates to help you plan your route."

, this is very difficult. Maybe we will have to drift at sea for more than a month. Not to mention how dangerous it is to go to Oradek itself. From the Oradek Islands to the west is the unknown sea. You should be able to understand the dangers... Prepaid

Six hundred is too little, and I am responsible for myself and my sailors."

Richard was not angry: "How much do you want?"

Alger, who lied without blushing and without a beating heart, ran away after being killed, and basically did not consider long-term sustainable cooperation. Alger, who could confidently use some basic knowledge of occult science to defraud the "just" of a thousand pounds, threw out a number: "I have ten

Crew. 1,200 pounds. 800 pounds in advance. We will buy the supplies ourselves. If you encounter danger, your safety will be the highest priority."

After speaking, he stared at Richard closely, trying to see his expression.

Richard also looked at him and shook his head: "Sorry, please go back."

"Hey, I'm very familiar with the Raging Sea. This price is definitely right. Would you like to think about it no more?"

"Sorry, there is no reason for you to sit down and raise the price like this." Richard repeated, "Please come back."

Alger consciously grasped the other party's budget limit and did not leave. Instead, he pretended to recalculate and secretly observed Richard's behavior. Richard did not chase him away. Garland, who was standing by, completely heard their conversation clearly.

De came closer and whispered to Richard.

"That guy is a Sequence 7, not even a Sequence 6."

The gatekeeper with keen senses replied expressionlessly: "Blue hair, navigator, he must be the ghost captain Alger Wilson. It is said that he is also related to the Church of Storms. Even if he knows the routes, his reputation is not worth the price. Chief

, I’d better contact Her Majesty the Queen on your behalf.”

"If I borrow the Ludwell and the Black Tulip, even if Shia asks me for a discount on the next batch of weapons orders, the discount will only be about a thousand pounds. 800 is my limit. It is indeed too expensive."

Richard thought for a while, then turned to look at Alger: "You said you are familiar with the Raging Sea. Can I pay you to hire you as a guide? 200 pounds."

Alger hesitated for two seconds and shook his head firmly: "No. I only believe in myself."

"What if I promise that the other person will never hurt you?"

"That's not the problem." The problem is that I don't want you to discover the original island. Alger shook his head again, deciding that it was impossible to make more money. But he also wanted to get this simple and well-rewarded task, so he decided for the first time

He showed a very embarrassed expression for the second time, sighed, and pretended to be irritated and said, "If you really can't come up with more money... Six hundred is six hundred, I will try my best to let you come back alive, of course.

, I’m going to discuss it with my crew, I’m responsible for them.”

Richard felt a little funny. He had completely seen through the ghost captain's little thoughts, but he pretended not to know and readily agreed: "Okay."

"Thank you for your understanding. Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

Alger looked around: "If you are currently living in this orphanage, then I will come here to find you after I make a decision."

"My name is Sistine Ernst."

Richard took out his fake identity certificate that he had only used for twenty years. It clearly stated that his nationality was Intis - this also made Alger look at the other party for a while with great confusion, as he was obviously a Feysacian.

His face and height. Richard didn't explain, so Alger returned the ID card, gave his name, and left his contact information. He looked around, and suddenly a strange association occurred.

"Your surname is Ernst?" Alger asked incredulously, "Are you from the family that runs the Ernst Foundation...?"

"Ah, yes, I am the current manager."

Alger looked at Him holding the spatula, looking at His apron and dusty clothes. He was silent for a while, and suddenly became irritable again.

He walked back and forth several times, and his body movements and expressions clearly told the two people opposite him that he was really not in a calm mood right now.

After about half a minute, Alger calmed down and made a plan. His dark blue eyebrows knitted into a ball on his weather-beaten face. His expression was a little annoyed: "...Okay, Mr. Ernst, I'm sorry for what I just said.

I apologize for raising prices on the ground, but you should also know that those of us who make a living at sea will not be unreasonable."

Richard understood something and smiled: "Okay."

"I'm... Tsk, I've heard a little about your foundation's charity work. There's no need to discuss it. The remuneration will be as you say."

"People like you shouldn't come to these chaotic and dangerous places at all. Well, I will try my best to send you back safely."

"I also appreciate you thinking about me." Richard smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you, let's set off as soon as possible, Mr. Wilson."

224

Silver City, Berg family.

Derrick woke up, with lightning reflections lighting up everything in his eyes. He looked around, but he didn't feel that he was being monitored.

However, the experienced and sophisticated Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s accurate reasoning and calm and confident attitude towards the previous events convinced Derrick that his guess was definitely correct, and that there must be someone or a few people with special abilities at this moment.

Extraordinary people are peeping at themselves in the secret.

Derrick got up and moved his body out of habit.

During this process, some analysis and suggestions from "The Hanged Man" quickly emerged in his mind: "So far, no one has found you or put you in a dungeon, which means that your 'chief' and

The other elders of the 'Six-person Council' are more inclined to observe, hoping to find a way to escape the abandoned land of the entire Silver City from Amon, the first living person they have met in more than two thousand years.

"So, as long as you don't do anything too extraordinary, they will definitely not alert you rashly, lest Amon discover anything unusual."

"In this way, their monitoring will not be too close. There is a high probability that they will not notice that you have coughed up the 'worm of time'. Their subsequent reactions also indirectly prove this."

"Similarly, they should only be able to observe what rituals you are performing, but they cannot figure out who you are praying for. You can complete the ritual of asking for blessings openly and blame it all on Amon afterwards. Of course, you must pretend

Be cautious enough, and be prepared to undergo examinations by different sequences of Beyonders such as 'psychoanalysts' after everything is over. You can pray to Mr. Fool for help in this matter..."

Following the advice of "The Hanged Man", Derrick walked around the table twice, carefully closed the window, lit candles, and arranged the ceremony of asking for blessings.

…………

Above the gray mist, inside the majestic ancient palace.

Klein was idly looking at the stone pillars supporting the dome. At this moment, the crimson star corresponding to the "sun" shone brightly, and soon rippled out, condensing into an illusory and mysterious door, and the entire gray fog

Above it, a little power was stirred, like water flowing.

Hearing the layers of prayers, Klein lowered his head and looked at the "Total Black Eye" in front of him.
To be continued...