As the morning sun sets, the people of Marne and Hong Kong standing on the high ground outside the city look worried but full of expectation.
Sov took his wife, daughter and son to leave the highlands first.
"Dad, are we going home?"
Little Eve, who was holding her little brother, asked softly.
"Well, go home!"
Sov nodded.
At this time, Sov had no choice but to put all his hopes on the 'God of the Inner Bay'. Especially when he had just hoped to exchange labor for food for survival with that master, the other party unexpectedly
After offering to buy his wife and daughter with two loaves of bread, Sov completely fell in love with the "God of the Inner Bay".
Hope it's useful.
otherwise……
Sov gradually clenched his fists.
As a husband and father, he must ensure that his wife and children can survive.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to return to his old career.
Suddenly a pair of hands grasped his clenched fist.
It's his wife.
His wife's soft gaze made him loosen his fist.
His wife doesn't want him to go back to his old life.
He also made promises.
At this moment, he took a deep breath.
"Everything will be fine!"
Sov said, picking up his daughter and son, speeding up, and ran forward very easily - the priest said that when praying for the first time, all he had to do was erect a statue of the 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Not a statue in the traditional sense.
But the rocks in the inner bay!
Any kind of reef will do, preferably palm-sized.
While praying, pour sea water on the statue and tell the "God of the Inner Bay" what you want.
When the 'God of the Inner Bay' gives the corresponding requested items, the prayer must regard himself as a believer of the 'God of the Inner Bay' and can keep it secret, but he must not do anything to harm the 'God of the Inner Bay' and the brothers in the church.
Regarding sisters, when the 'God of the Inner Bay' and the brothers and sisters in the church are in danger, they must lend a helping hand.
Sov didn't think much about this seemingly simple ritual and teaching.
In other words, reality forced him to think too much.
"Wait here, I'll find a rock."
On the ruins of his original home, Sov asked his wife, picked up a relatively complete bucket, and ran towards the seaside.
There are similar people around him.
Everyone rushed to the seaside tacitly.
Then, return as quickly as possible.
The strong Sov was the first to return to the ruins of his home.
And his wife has already cleared a fairly flat open space.
After standing on the open ground, Sov and his family knelt on the ground. While pouring seawater from the inner bay on the 'stone statue', he closed his eyes and prayed that his family could survive.
The seawater poured over it again and again.
When the third pass was completed, Sov opened his eyes.
The man looked around anxiously.
Nothing has changed.
Home is still in ruins.
Lost.
Decadent.
The man gritted his teeth to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
"Damn it!"
"I actually choose to believe in gods!"
"If there really were gods in the world, I wouldn't be a pirate!"
"We will never encounter such a disaster!"
Sov stood there and took a deep breath.
Then, after looking at his bewildered wife, he walked towards the backyard where he remembered his memory. He moved away the trash and debris and started digging in the soil with his hands.
Half a meter down.
A box appeared there.
Inside are the swords, revolvers and bullets he used when he was a pirate.
call!
Sov glanced at his wife again, and after silently saying sorry in his heart, he took a deep breath and opened the box.
Then, Sov was stunned.
The sword, revolver and bullets are all in the box.
There was also an extra pile of coins and food.
One gold coin and twenty-three silver coins.
Six sturdy loaves of bread, a piece of butter, and a saucer of honey.
Gold coins, silver coins flash.
The food is fresh, and the butter and honey exude a sweet taste.
Sov's hands were shaking.
Not only because the money allowed him to rebuild his house, but also because the food was enough to tide him over.
Save some of this food, it will be enough to last ten days!
His family is saved!
God of the Inner Bay!
Yes, the God of the Inner Bay!
"Respected, your merciful majesty, please forgive my ignorance!"
"From this moment on, you are the existence that I believe in in this life!"
"No!"
"You are the existence that I believe in in all my life!"
Sov became determined in an instant.
And on the side——
Cuckoo!
The hen's crow suddenly sounded. It was his mother. He bought it from the market for half a silver coin in order to replenish his wife's health after giving birth. Although she was a little thin, she was able to give birth every two or three days.
Laying an egg is one of the few times when his family can improve their lives.
Little Eve ran over excitedly and brought back her hen.
The smile on his face could not be suppressed.
Little Eve's mother was holding Little Eve's younger brother and stroking the top of Little Eve's head.
"A miracle happened!"
"Everything will be fine!"
The kind woman said softly.
But most of the time, things don't develop in the direction people expect.
Several people showed up here.
The leader was a handsomely dressed guy.
Even though it was covered with mud, water and stains, he still looked arrogant.
Behind him were three sturdy servants with swords.
"Tsk, I've been looking for you for a long time."
"Finally I found it."
"Tie them back to me - you lazy guy who ate two pieces of my bread, you'd better not act rashly!"
The guy with a toad face touched the mole on his chin and smiled mischievously.
"My dad is not a lazy guy!"
"He won't eat your bread either!"
Little Eve scolded the other party angrily.
"oh?"
"Yeah?"
"Come, go open his belly and see if there is any bread from me."
The toad-faced guy looked at little Eve with an increasingly disgusting look, and he waved to the servant behind him almost unwelcomely.
There is no doubt that this was his original plan.
The three servants were also familiar with the situation, and they rushed towards Sov with a ferocious smile.
Then--
Bang bang bang!
Three shots!
The three servants who rushed towards Sov were shot in the face and fell to the ground.
The toad-faced guy trembled in fright, turned around and ran away.
However, Sov stepped forward and stabbed the opponent to the core with a sword.
puff!
Then he drew his sword and slashed horizontally.
The opponent's head flew straight up.
For this guy who had an idea for his wife and daughter, Sov had no intention of letting him go - although there would be more trouble in the future, that would be later.
Now?
Kill first and then talk!
The ferocity that had been wiped out by his family in the past reappeared in Sov's heart.
"Pack your things and let's go."
he shouted to his wife.
In his field of vision, several guys in uniforms had appeared.
It's the police from Port-Marne.
Why so fast?
Are you with this guy?
Sov thought about it and began to reload, with murderous intent rising in his heart.
When Sergeant Snaro, who was leading six of his men, saw Sov's appearance, the retiring sergeant trembled in his heart - he had seen too many such things in his forty years as a police officer.
The eyes, the expression.
Every one of them is a cruel person who kills without blinking an eye.
Normally, he would definitely take a detour.
But today is different!
The Port of Marne is in disaster!
Needs to be rebuilt!
Reconstruction needs the help of those rich people!
Even if their property is wiped out!
But their relationship is still there!
So Snaro followed.
He hopes to have a happy ending as much as possible.
It's best to get past it.
But what he didn't expect was that Sov shot directly without giving him any room.
"Soff put down the gun!"
Snaro shouted.
Sheriff Snaro knew Sov, the honest and honest carpenter, but now his face no longer had the simplicity of the past, but only anger, murderous intent and ferocity.
Sov didn't listen at all, he raised his hand and shot.
Bang!
The moment Sov raised his hand, Snaro quickly dodged.
At the same time, prepare to fight back.
However, he realized something was wrong before he fired.
At some point, hundreds of people gathered here.
They are all familiar people from Marne and Hong Kong.
They stared at themselves with disgust and hatred.
Snaro shuddered.
More importantly, six of his men also pointed their guns at him at some point.
"What are you doing?"
Snaro looked puzzled.
"I won't allow you to hurt our brothers and sisters!"
One of the six men said this and pulled the hammer.
Brothers and sisters?
God of the Inner Bay?
Snaro, who has been a local police chief for forty years, reacted instantly.
These people turned out to be members of the ‘God of the Inner Bay’.
Snaro knew about this secret church.
No big harm.
Nor will I cheat or cheat.
It's like a mutual aid organization.
Occasional sacrifices were made with seawater instead of blood sacrifices or other means that would harm other people's lives or touch the bottom line. Therefore, Snaro usually ignored them at all.
But let it be.
But when did the ‘God of the Inner Bay’ reach out to the police station?
yes……
The storm just now!
Snaro quickly guessed what it was.
Damn guy!
After hiding for so long, he finally showed his claws!
Snaro was cursing in his heart, but on the surface he didn't show anything unusual, and he knew very well what he should do now.
"Don't get me wrong!"
"I will not hurt my brothers and sisters!"
"I am also a devout believer in the 'God of the Inner Bay' - it's just that I didn't know that Sov was also my brother and sister, so this misunderstanding occurred... Sov, is this guy trying to hurt you?"
Snaro announced his identity loudly.
He knows very well the structure of the 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Since they took advantage of the recent disaster, many people should not know each other and can only gather in small areas. Even those who spread it are difficult to tell how many people they have attracted to join the group.
People around were stunned.
"Chief, you too?"
asked the officer who pulled the hammer.
"certainly!"
"Your Majesty is my only belief!"
Snaro said this.
Immediately, the disgust around them was greatly reduced, and everyone became friendly again.
"What just happened Soph?"
Snaro asked again.
And when Sov relayed everything, even Snaro couldn't help but spit at that bastard.
Really riding a horse is nothing!
However, when he saw the angry crowd and the people who were ready to take revenge on those guys, Snaro immediately said.
"Everyone calm down!"
"Calm down, everyone!"
"Those guys have bloodline that we don't have, and their power... is not something we can fight against!"
Suddenly, everyone calmed down.
In Fabol, blood is supreme!
Only those with blood are the true masters!
Others?
They are the lowest common people.
Even if the bloodline has not awakened, it is still the same.
For example, the toad face just now.
Everyone around him became a little depressed for a while.
"Can't fight?"
"That was before!"
"Now that we have Your Majesty's protection, we will become fearless and we will protect our families, our brothers and sisters with our lives and blood!"
A voice sounded outside the crowd.
Everyone turned around.
Yes, Victor.
He is the leader of the 'God of the Inner Bay' in Port Marne, and the person who preached the 'God of the Inner Bay' to the Sovere family.
However, these are not important.
The important thing is that standing next to Victor is a man made entirely of water, holding a trident in his hand, which made everyone kneel down on one knee and shout "God of the Inner Bay".
Including Snaro, who always wanted to prevent the conflict.
When he saw this water man, Snaro knew that the situation in front of him was completely out of his control.
It has already involved the extraordinary.
Naturally, he, an ordinary police chief, can't control it.
That needs big people to take care of it.
For example, the young big shot who parachuted over him and directly replaced him and was promoted to deputy director.
Maybe the other party can?
Snaro couldn't help but shook his head when he thought of this.
A smile of anticipation, reluctance, and a bit of timidity appeared on the sergeant's face.
Very complex.
However, the most complicated one is Victor.
As the representative of the 'God of the Inner Bay' in Port Marne, Victor was originally just a grocery store owner. His original purpose of joining the 'God of the Inner Bay' was just to make a little more money - under the premise that the things were the same.
, believers in those religions are more willing to buy items from him.
He just wants this profit.
But why does it become like this?
Is it because of the disaster just now?
Or is it because these are oracles?
Victor doesn't know.
He only knew that he needed to obey the arrangements of the 'God of the Inner Bay'.
Not just awe.
Also because he saw greater benefits.
He wants more!
…
And everyone's expressions clearly fell into Goethe's eyes.
With the help of the [Blood Crow Spirit] and many [Lesser Blood Crow Spirits], Goethe can observe everything carefully.
With multiple upgrades, [Blood Crow Spirit] has not only become stronger, but also more agile. It has fully become a qualified sentry, and even [Inferior Blood Crow Spirit] has become easier to use.
After handing everything over to one [Blood Crow Spirit] and multiple [Lesser Blood Crow Spirits], Goethe looked at the diary and books in front of him again.
At this moment, Goethe returned to his original gilded palace in Nice.
The reading that was interrupted before because of Margarida Margo's incident has been resumed now.
However, Goethe still did not find the reason why "they" changed their name to "them" and acted in secret.
Nice's diary was extremely disturbing about this incident.
Except for the diary with several pages torn out, there is no record whatsoever.
Of course, it’s not like Goethe didn’t discover——
Hehe, those guys really thought I was a fool.
You actually want me to be the first?
I am the real me in 'Inner Bay', leaving 'Inner Bay'?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
…
Isn't one of those guys up to no good?
It should be like this!
I have to prepare in advance.
…
Just like I thought.
There are fucking bastards out there who have thoughts about me.
However, this is in the "inner bay".
I am invincible!
I killed that guy!
There is also a harvest!
…
The ‘path’ turns out to be more than just the ultimate in ‘skills’ and the ultimate evolution of ‘body’?
Is that guy’s [Profession] of the ‘Mad King’ okay?
I have to say, he is a genius.
…
There are still people who are born with a ‘path’?!
What a surprise!
But what is it compared to me?
I can definitely create my own 'path'!
A path centered on the ‘wonderful object’ in my hand!
…
The path I have chosen is somewhat difficult!
However, it’s not a problem for me!
I will definitely succeed.
…
The first stage failed!
Should I get a strange item instead?
After all, it is too powerful in my hand!
…
Replaced with strange items!
I saw the dawn of success!
…
Failed!
That strange thing is a little fragile!
I have to find a strange object that is weaker than the one in my hand, but not too weak!
…
Hahaha, the organization is split!
Just as I expected!
Some guys just don't want to follow the so-called 'secret' rules!
Fight! Fight!
It would be best if they all beat each other to death!
…
ten years!
It lasted longer than I imagined.
However, those bastards were so desperate that they didn't even die.
Now?
Is it considered over?
Acting ‘in secret’?
It doesn't have much to do with me. I am secretive enough in the Inner Bay.
…
The valuable things in the notes stop here.
The rest became bragging again.
That level of shamelessness really puts Goethe to shame.
Just think of yourself as the creator.
Throwing down the notes in his hand, Goethe stood there, sorting out the information.
"The most basic and direct 'path' is 'skill' and the change of 'body' after it reaches its extreme - this is best understood and is not too difficult for me."
"Just use [Bloody Honor] to charge."
"On the contrary, the 'Mad King' has some troubles with [career] as his path."
According to the information left by the 'Mad King', he must be promoted to the 'Fearless One' and then go to the 'Leven Islands' to find the corresponding information.
Moreover, once you are promoted, you will definitely be targeted.
You will most likely face...
Witch!
Thinking of this, Goethe frowned.
If possible, he didn't want to confront the witch.
Because, there is no certainty.
"We must continue to endure!"
"At least you have to be able to protect yourself!"
Goethe thought in his heart.
At the same time, he frowned slightly.
Because there is no ‘witch’ in Nice’s notes!
There is a ‘mad king’ but no ‘witch’!
This gave Goethe a strange feeling.
“Why isn’t ‘The Witch’ recorded?”
"What's the reason that prevented him from recording 'Witch'?"
"still……"
"Simple fear?"
Goethe thought.
But no matter which one it is, it's not good news for him.
The former represents the 'witch' and her unknown power.
And the latter?
This makes Goethe need to re-evaluate the "witch".
A guy who doesn't even pay attention to the title legend would be afraid of a "witch". What kind of level would a "witch" be?
Coupled with Nice's character, he can make the other party feel scared and frightened.
At least if the opponent is holding a trident, there is no chance of winning even in the 'inner bay'.
As long as there is a slight chance of winning, Ness's arrogant character will not be so timid.
call!
Thinking of this, Goethe took a deep breath.
He became more and more determined to continue to strive for victory.
Goethe glanced at the [Bloody Honor] he had at the moment!
"33 servings!"
If it's normal, it's a lot.
But now?
For Goethe, who wanted to hit the "road", it was not enough.
“Hopefully the collection here won’t disappoint me!”
Thinking of this, Goethe walked towards another side hall. This is Nice's laboratory, which has a strong smell of [bloody honor]. Of course, the other side's back hall also has a place similar to a bedroom and a collection room, but it is
It's quite a bit different.
It is different from the side hall with books on one side.
The side hall of the laboratory on this side was filled with the faint smell of blood, mixed with other weird smells, and countless bottles and jars came into view.
Some were test tubes, beakers, flasks, and conical flasks that Goethe was familiar with, but many more were test tubes whose names Goethe didn't know, and which were rotating back and forth and had weird shapes.
Although the objects were indistinguishable to Goethe, the liquid in the test tube was known to Goethe through his extraordinary knowledge.
However, there was still something that surprised Goethe.
[Blood of the Mad King: This is the blood essence of the seventeen descendants of the 'Mad King'. They were originally branches of the Tesine royal family, but they were hunted by Nice, their blood was extracted, and their souls were imprisoned, in order to find the 'Mad King'.
The secret of the king's power, and in order to make the experiment go more smoothly, Nice also hunted and killed six official members of the Tesine royal family. He finally discovered a little secret, but such a secret made him hesitate and made him more and more unhappy.
Dare to act rashly; Effect: Taking the potion in this test tube will give you a trace of the true "bloodline of the mad king". You will gain unexpected strength, talent, and luck, but you will also encounter terrible misfortune and curse.
.]
…
Goethe looked at the light red liquid in the test tube, his narrowed eyes flashing with light.
"Although Ness despises the 'Mad King' as much as possible in his diary, his body is very honest in collecting things related to the 'Mad King' - Tesin contributed to the decline of the royal family, and the remaining '
Where are they'?"
"According to Nice's description, there are also guys among 'them' who are extremely interested in the 'Mad King'."
While thinking about it, Goethe picked up the scalpel next to him.
[Bloody Honor +23]
…
Different from the fake Tesine royal family later, all the Tesine royal family at that time were genuine.
After being raped by Nice, he used this scalpel to bleed and perform dissections.
Nice like this.
What about the rest of ‘them’?
Simply put, if he can find the guys among them who are interested in the Mad King, he will definitely gain more. After all, unlike the arrogant and talkative guys like Nice, those people should be more radical.
That's right.
Thinking of this, Goethe became more clear about his next plan.
As for meeting ‘them’?
That's inevitable.
He has created such a huge momentum, 'they' will definitely notice it.
And, it must be very soon.
Thinking of this, Goethe walked towards the apse without stopping.
In this slightly messy apse that combined a bedroom, a collection room, Goethe directly picked up a knife.
[Skinning knife: This is a knife specially made by Nice. It is used to skin the descendants of the 'Mad King'. However, the production is a bit rough. The four descendants of the 'Mad King' were so painful that they died, so Nice had to give up this handmade knife.
’s knife, but he was reluctant to throw it away, and instead put it in the collection cabinet.]
[Bloody Honor +4]
…
"It hurts to death?"
Although Goethe knew that being a descendant of the 'Mad King' was definitely a 'high-risk profession', this kind of death still made him shudder.
You know, he is also a descendant of the 'Mad King' in name only.
In order not to let myself follow in the same footsteps.
Goethe did not hesitate, glanced at the unprecedented number of [Bloody Honors], and said directly——
