Let’s change it to 5,000 words a day this month, and update it to 10,000 words next month. Because I plan to publish a new book this month.

The genre of the new book is science fiction - apocalyptic crisis -

Ten years later.

Earth-shaking changes have taken place in the mage world in the eastern region. First, the demise of the Thorn Blood Organization, followed by the rise of the new star force, the Glory Mage Guild. With the resources of Glory Sky City and the reputation of fourth-level mages, it has expanded faster than the Blood Thorn.

Be exaggerated.

It can be said that such a union is equivalent to the power of two empires.

In the evening, in the golden sky, countless rays of sunlight shine through the red clouds, dyeing Glory Sky City a golden color. In the city, the gray spiers and shop walls reflect a faint golden light.

In the noisy streets, most of the pedestrians walking back and forth were dressed in black robes. Some young mages were wandering around the nearby shops and the central colleges, unions, pubs, etc. in boredom.

Ahead of the street is the core of Glory Sky City, the palace of the city lord.

On the gray palace railings, stood a mage in black robes, wearing a metal bracelet on his left hand. A pair of deep eyes looked at the setting sun.

Under the setting sun, his shadow was stretched infinitely, like an immortal statue.

"Ten years have passed. I didn't expect that ten years have passed since then. Hey, it's time to go to the nightmare border to find the top magic sealing device and kill those fourth-level adventurers."

Grant let go of the railing and turned towards the door at the rear. Four gray-white textured stone pillars supported the entrance of the door in an orderly manner. Two black-robed mages stood on both sides, looking after everything in front of them.

…………

"What? Grant, you're leaving now?"

In the brightly lit hall, with a long table that can accommodate fifty people, Tefail, Emil and others obviously did not expect Grant to leave at this time.

Grant closed his eyes, knocked on the table covered with a white cloth with his right hand, and murmured: "Well, in the ten years I have been here, Glory Sky City has been stabilized. My alchemy level has risen to the point where I can create fourth-level

The ability of the magic weapon is only limited by the materials. As for potions, I can make potions suitable for the top three levels. Now that I have made preparations, it is time to go to the nightmare border."

"I'll go with you!" Tefill and Emil raised their hands at the same time and said in unison. Not long after they said these words, they all turned their heads to look at each other in shock.

"The lowest level in the Nightmare Frontier is level three, and there are also level four and five mages. Some level six mages occasionally move there. It's too dangerous for you to go there. The current condensed matter is only the top level of the second level, and it is still far from the early stage of the third level.

Almost accumulated.”

Grant shook his head and immediately rejected the plan. In his opinion, the two guys in front of him were seeking death by going to the nightmare border.

Emil and Tefel lowered their heads, obviously knowing that the nightmare border was far more powerful than they and others could go there.

Lillian was holding the knife and fork there, looking at a meat pie in front of her.

The pie is baked golden brown, and the finely minced meat and green onions on top look particularly tender. The slightly burnt areas have a hard crust and are darker in color.

She took a light bite and found that the texture was crisp. The combination of diced meat and green onions made the pie chewy, fragrant but not greasy, and even had the right salty taste.

Before taking a few bites, he heard the argument between the two sides and suggested: "Let's do this. This place is still a long way from the nightmare border. Emil and Tefel can simply accompany Grant to the port of Enit. How about that?"

The plan I mentioned is pretty good."

When Grant heard this sentence, he thought about it carefully and saw that there was nothing wrong with it. He nodded and said, "Well, if that's the case, we can still let the two Emil accompany us. But the nightmare border is still not possible. It's too dangerous inside."

"This... okay." Emil hesitated for a while, knowing that this was Grant's biggest step back.

Tefel nodded in agreement: "Okay, that's fine too."

After they agreed, the meal seemed much duller and they finished it in a hurry of ten minutes.

After Grant finished eating, he left the palace and went to the Glory Mage Academy to explain to Lucy and Mary before returning to his own accommodation. He planned to grab some things and leave tomorrow.

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Two months later, Port Ainet.

A stone path several hundred meters long, extending into the seaport at the end, is paved with unknown stone slabs.

The bases on both sides of the path are filled with sea water, which is beaten by wind and waves.

Grant rarely wore a white shirt, a black vest, jet black leather pants and a pair of high boots. He was squeezed into a crowd of hundreds of people, looking at the sea from a distance, hoping that the ship would speed up

point.

Beside him stood two men, Tefail and Emil, who exuded mature and sexy auras.

The midday sun was a bit hot, and a group of people standing at the port couldn't help but take out silk scarves to wipe their sweat.

At this time, a neat fleet of ships appeared on the horizon in the distance, slowly heading here. The ship looked like a large and medium-sized cargo ship, and was dressed in pale white. The sails were printed with a blue emperor and a three-pointed cross.

pattern.

Grant looked into the distance.

The blue sea and the blue sky are just the same line as the sea and the sky. Everything is blue, except for a pale white cargo ship approaching in the middle.

"Emil, Tefill, you can go back first. Now that the ship is here, I can get on." Grant stood aside and dissuaded the two people around him. He knew that several empires heading to the nightmare border had a huge ocean of light.

It cannot be flown by manpower. Especially in the ocean, there is a magic forbidden area, and even the spacecraft cannot sail through it.

"We'll leave after you get up there." Tefill shook his head, a trace of reluctance flashing through his beautiful eyes.

Emil also shook his head, obviously not wanting to leave so early.

Grant could only shrug helplessly.

The salty and strong sea breeze blew, and Grant's robes rustled, revealing a hint of coldness.

Bang! The ship's door slammed down and was placed on the channel. A row of stairs led directly to the deck. Standing on the deck were four or five sailors in white shirts, each with a white towel on his head.

"Let's clear it, all passengers, please come aboard." The captain shouted loudly among the sailors.

The crowd moved slowly towards the top of the ship. Grant stood in a group of people, looked at Emil and Tefail who were standing behind, and smiled softly: "We'll talk about it when I come back, it won't be long."

of."

"Well, we are waiting for you to come back." Emil and Tefel waved their hands in the air.

Grant turned his head and looked straight ahead. He noticed that there were hundreds of people around him who wanted to cross the ocean like him. Most of them were ordinary merchants, with a small number of knights and mages.

"This guest, are you No. 102?" On the deck, a girl in a long white dress came over. Her skin was slightly dark, and she exuded a cheerful smell.

Grant nodded: "I am No. 102, am I entering the room?"

"Yes, you're welcome to come with me."

"Okay." Grant followed the girl and walked forward, like a butterfly walking through flowers, avoiding the crowded pedestrians standing on the deck. After a while, he came to the stairs under the cabin. Grant's vision suddenly blurred, and the surroundings

It was very dark without sunlight, and there were only oil lamps on both sides of the corridor. There was a faint damp musty smell and a sour smell in the air.

The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs and patted the wall. With a click, a square opening appeared on the wall, with an oil can lamp placed inside. The blurry glass surface showed that it had gone through many years.

accumulation.

"Sorry, it's usually difficult to see the light in the cabin of a sea-going ship, and there is always a smell." The woman smiled apologetically.

Grant didn't pay attention. He went down to the third floor, followed a straight line of the corridor to find his own room, and then received an oil lamp similar to the one in the girl's hand.

Grant placed the oil lamp on the table, then covered the glass lampshade and took a casual look at the room environment.

This is an ordinary brown wood room, with a single bed, two chairs, and a small wooden table. This is all the furnishings in the room. White mold spots can be seen on the table, walls, and floor.

He walked to the bed and sat down.

"There is still a month of sailing time on the ship. During the remaining time, just meditate hard here to improve your strength."

Grant sprinkled some warning dust around and began to plan to meditate and practice.

…………

The days at sea passed quickly, and half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Many passengers on the ship took advantage of this time to get acquainted with other businessmen. However, Grant was always meditating in his room, and no one else knew that there was a Grant among the passengers.

In the dark room, there is an oil lamp placed on the small wooden table next to the wooden bed. The light is emitted from it, and the dancing firelight illuminates the entire room. On the wall, three beautiful oil paintings of seascapes are hung. Because it is too humid, the oil paintings are a little dull.

Distorted and blurred, it looks more like abstraction.

Grant was half sitting on the bed, and suddenly, there was a banging sound in his ears.

After the percussion, a large number of men and women screamed continuously, forming a percussion orchestra.

"Huh?" Grant's eyes flashed with surprise, because he did not expect to encounter such a thing.

He closed his eyes, and a pale golden talisman appeared between his eyebrows. A large amount of spiritual power instantly swept through the entire ship. Soon, he knew that there were twelve formal knight-level pirates standing on the deck.

There is also an apprentice at the third level.

In the lobby and corridors on the fourth floor of the cabin, there were also seven or eight pirates checking the rooms one by one.

Bang!

Grant's room happened to be kicked open by someone, and sawdust from the wooden door flew everywhere.

A man wearing leather armor and holding a machete walked in from the door. He looked at Grant sitting on the bed with a very unfriendly look, and said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, get up quickly. Let's assemble on the deck."

"I'll go." Grant smiled, his eyes suddenly flashing a red light.

The man's eyes were dull, and he instantly raised the scimitar in his hand and wiped it on his neck. With a hiss, a scarlet blood mark appeared on his neck, and then he fell straight to the ground.
Chapter completed!