Pink, white, transparent, yellow, all kinds of water droplets float in the air, and the fishy smell of blood lingers with the salty cold wind in the sea.
Alger knew where the crew members on those ships had gone.
In his perception, his body was being irreversibly converted into water, and it seemed that every inch of the material that made up his body was dissolving.
No wonder there are no corpses here, because even their corpses have been infected by this strange singing and have long been decomposed into a thin layer of mud on the ground.
I actually thought that the moisture was just because the sunken ship was located on the bottom of the sea and was inevitably affected... With the barrier outside and the entire hull showing no signs of damage, how could water get in!
Alger hurriedly controlled the thin air in the deep corridor. Driven by the wind, the invisible air wall created a simple isolation barrier near Alger and the lost entrance.
The speed of water droplets escaping from Alger's skin has slowed down significantly, but it seems that once the whole process has started, it is irreversible. Unless he completely escapes from this sunken ship and escapes the influence of the song, sooner or later he will end up here. Rotten into cement, silent under the dark trench.
I must find the things as soon as possible, and then leave here directly... It's a pity that there is treasure on this ship... Alger glanced at the depths of the corridor tangledly, then his eyes froze, and he turned around instantly , rushed into the open secret room.
Due to the special environment, it is almost completely dark here. Only the spiritual objects are still shining stubbornly, flashing and flashing, indicating their existence to the outside world.
Despite the blessing of dark vision, Alger still could not clearly see the specific scene in front of him at the moment. At the same time, the lack of hearing also prevented him from concentrating on distinguishing which item he was looking for.
What if there are other protections on board this ship?
"Asshole." The extremely dangerous environment forced him to curse in a low voice like his church companions, his face covered with traces of wind and rain twisted together, "I just soaked in the water for too long, even if there is grease, I The matches I have on me are definitely useless."
The loss of hearing and the unknown danger amplified his emotions, leading him to use this method of expressing his inner thoughts to relieve the tension in his heart.
Alger hunched over, the tip of his nose almost touching the dusty tabletop. Under the weak illumination of the spiritual light, he compared the items in front of him with the image given in Edmund's pendant bit by bit.
Red astrology, red astrology... A large amount of spirituality was silently lost, and the golden light in Alger's eyes gradually dimmed, and was about to return to calm.
For safety reasons, he did not remove the air wall at the door of the room, but instead actively maintained its existence.
Diving thousands of meters deep and creating a dense wind wall, no matter which one, is a huge drain on a "Wind Blessed" who has just been promoted.
Fortunately, I know the "acting method" to get rid of the adverse reactions after taking the magic potion in advance... Alger gradually moved to the middle of the table, and among the pile of bottles, jars and scrolls, he found a miniature style , there is no special red planetarium at first glance.
Looking at the item in front of him that didn't even have any spiritual brilliance, Alger was not discouraged. Although he was a little disappointed that the item he had tried so hard to get was just an item without spirituality attached to it, he knew very well that this item meant a lot to him.
Say, what does it really mean.
Maybe it's just that my level is not good enough... He convinced himself in his heart, and took out a sack from his arms with a quick movement. He rolled it up with his right hand and took out the ordinary astrology and other things near it.
They were swept into the sack together.
Immediately, he rushed towards the door quickly without any hesitation or even paying attention to the other items on the table.
Whirring whirring!
The melodious singing is still echoing, and is even about to break through the blockade of the air wall.
Alger glanced at the wall in front of him, his free right hand climbed up to his chest, and he grasped the fossil pendant hanging around his neck, his spirituality spreading.
The blue illusive butterflies strangely flew out of the air again, hovering in the air to form the door.
Having found the target item, Alger didn't dare to slack off, and his fingertips even started to tremble.
The five seconds it took for the illusory gate to reorganize seemed extremely long, as if a year had passed. Until Alger, who had lost his hearing, seemed to hear the singing again, and the sea water from the outside world came belatedly.
Wow, most of it was blocked by spirituality. Only part of the inflowing seawater wetted the clothes of the caretaker's body on the ground and wet the soles of Alger's feet. The cold touch made him look down.
The extraordinary properties of lavender are solidified on the forearm of the watcher, and the colorful spots of light are still escaping, as if they have not yet completely separated.
What a pity... He didn't hold back, and jumped with all his might, directly into the dark water on the other side of the gate.
In an instant, the dim light of the door was extinguished, and the entire sunken ship returned to a dead silence. Even the singing just seemed to have never existed, just like it had been for thousands of years.
Not far from the seabed, a woman wearing a long gown was suspended in the ocean current, as if nothing happened.
The huge water pressure around her seemed to have never existed, and her long, silky black hair floated freely behind her head, making her beautiful and heroic face even more charming.
Trislana, a demigod from an elven settlement somewhere in the Sea of Mist, raised her slender eyebrows and watched Alger gather his air waves again and swim quickly towards the sea, her red lips slightly opened.
"His Royal Highness Edmund's apostle..."
She retracted her gaze from a distance, raised her arms that were hanging casually on both sides of her body, folded them on her chest, and whispered softly:
"Praise for 'Mystery'."
............
Finally, his persistence in keeping his identity secret overcame Klein's fear of paralysis. He numbly took off his clothes, extinguished the gas lamp, packed up hastily, and went to bed.
Three days, as long as you endure it for three days, it's all for your own safety... Lying flat on the bed, he hypnotized himself, no longer considering the fact that his face could not move, trying to divert his attention until he fell asleep
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In the midst of the almost gibbering resentment, an ethereal and peaceful voice suddenly invaded Klein's ears, sounding softly as if it was close to his ear.
"Your express delivery has arrived."
Um?
Klein, who was lying upright on the bed, used all the "Joker's" control over his body to prevent himself from jumping up.
Is this a "mystery"?
Why do everyone like to act like ghosts... He hesitated and snorted twice in his heart, trying to find out the specific source of the sound just now.
"You don't have to hum here, I know you can hear me." Sure enough, "Mysterious"'s peaceful voice sounded faintly, just like above the gray fog.
Is it really Him? When could this guy directly pass through the gray fog and communicate with me silently in reality? Klein was a little confused, but remembering the express delivery the other party just mentioned, he took the initiative and said:
"What express delivery did you just say?"
He deliberately turned over and pulled another pillow on the bed over, covering most of his face.
Although I don’t know if the lady is sleeping or not, I still have to do the most basic disguise and cover up...
"It's the reward that 'Justice' pays you." "Mysterious"'s voice is still the same, and he even sounds like his mental state is much better than before.
It turns out that the 4,000 pounds in cash from Miss "Justice" has arrived... It's so fast, thanks to her, I originally thought it would be tomorrow...
Thinking of the gold pounds already displayed above the gray fog, Klein wanted to get out of bed and walk four steps backwards. However, considering the bodyguard lady hiding in an unknown corner of the room, he could only wrap himself tightly in the quilt and pray for himself.
In my dream tonight, I can dream of that lovely 4,000 pounds in advance.
"So, you really want to come above the gray fog and see the 4,000 pounds?" This time, there was some hesitation and doubt in the "mysterious" tone.
Thinking that he couldn't see the so-called half of his body anyway, Klein buried his head deeper under the pillow, controlled his strength, and nodded silently. From the outside, it looked like some extremely tired people twisting unconsciously.
It won't attract attention.
"Here's your 4,000 pounds."
Very good, I have already dreamed, how could "Mystery" leave His noble seat.
Klein's eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at the "Mystery" who was standing at the head of the long bronze table, leaning on the table, and tapping his fingers on a pile of banknotes. The corners of his mouth were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.
Seeing the funny reactions of the whole body in front of me, I didn't pull up the hood as usual, and the "secret" face was directly exposed. The corners of the mouth were raised a little bit. In my heart, which was as calm as an ancient well, I felt the long-lost joy.
He gently pushed the gold pounds under his fingers, bringing them closer to Klein.
"Don't you really want to see the money?"
Yes... Klein looked at the colorful gold pounds and swallowed.
"No, how did I get above the gray fog?" Klein suddenly reacted and hid back, his back hit the cold and hard back of a high-backed chair, and he frowned, "Why didn't I hear 'Justice'?
Miss pray for a sacrificial prayer?”
His brown eyes stared straight at the brand new banknotes exuding the fragrance of ink, but he could not feel the usual attraction.
"Secret" looked at the sudden convulsion in his body, loosened his fingers indifferently, and in a flash, moved to the seat at the bottom of the long table, belonging to "The World".
As the strange pattern on the back of the chair was finalized, he shook his head and explained in a calm voice:
"When 'Justice' was praying, the 'Resentful Soul' was already following you. You don't want her to find out that Mr. Fool couldn't respond to her in time, right?"
As he spoke, He changed his posture and sat in a more casual posture.
"As for why you boarded the gray mist directly, it's the same as I can communicate directly with you. You are half of me. As long as you agree, I can skip the ceremony at any time and bring you back here directly."