On the North Sunia Sea, the "Twilight", which is more than two hundred meters long and more than fifty meters wide, with the help of the sea breeze, the sails are inflated and waves are several meters high. It is as unrivaled as the ship of the gods on which the true god rides.
The ground drove forward.
On the wide deck, "Demon Hunter Admiral" Andreevich's intact right eye was closed with his upper body naked, revealing his large and muscular muscles. His expression was calm, his blond hair was swaying slightly in the wind, and his chest was
His breathing rose and fell regularly, and two streaks of white mist spewed out from his nose, and were blown away by the cold sea breeze.
In his hands are no longer the two silver-white stabbing swords condensed by the light of the morning sun, but a broad sword that is 40 centimeters wide and 1.9 meters long. Coupled with the exaggerated wingspan brought about by his height of 2.7 meters, even if
Without moving his feet or bending his back, he can easily cover three meters around him by attacking with the broad sword in his hand.
The change of weapons is to remind himself to play the role of "Guardian". Although he can use the power of the morning light to build a defensive wall that is no less than steel, whether he was in the Feysac Knights or under the "Twilight Lieutenant General"
When he was a boatswain, his mission was to be responsible for attacking. This has greatly changed his fighting habits, so he needs to remind himself all the time that he is now the captain and the leader of the "Demon Hunting Pirate Group" and needs to be protected.
own crew.
"bring it on!"
The low voice drifted with the sea breeze to the ears of every crew member on the deck. They looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces. Some were holding swords, some were using bare hands, and some were manipulating water arrows, fireballs, muskets, and wind blades.
Attack your own captain.
But whether it was swords, fists, wind blades, or fireballs, they either hit the air or hit the broad sword. Even some muskets and water arrows that wanted to hit our own people because the crew members did not cooperate with each other tacitly.
They were all blocked by the broad sword that exuded the light of morning light.
Ten minutes later, except for the three Sequence 6 crew members, the rest of the crew fell to the ground panting. None of them were injured. Their hands and feet were sore and weak due to exhaustion of strength. Andreevich held on to the hilt of the sword with both hands.
, the tip of the sword was pressed against the deck, the sweat made his well-defined muscles look even more shiny, and there were no injuries on them either.
The first rule Andreevich realized when playing the role of "Guardian" is that "Guardians" can only protect others if they protect themselves.
Exhaling a thick stream of white mist, the "Demon Hunter Admiral" glanced at his crew with his good right eye, and a smile appeared on his lips:
"Okay, let's go and rest!"
After hearing this sentence, the crew member who had no strength at first burst out with a little strength in his body and shouted loudly:
"Long live the captain!"
At this time, Second Officer Wagner pointed to the captain’s cabin and said:
"Captain, the first mate is looking for you."
Andreevich turned around and saw his first mate Gerald standing in front of the window waving to him, so he shook his arm to signal that he would come over immediately. While handing the broadsword to Wagner, he told him to pay attention to the situation at sea.
, wiped his body with a towel, and walked towards the captain's cabin wearing only a shirt.
The second mate Wagner, who had placed the broadsword, looked at the back of the "Demon Hunter Admiral" and then saw the first mate's figure through the captain's cabin window, and shook his head helplessly.
He was Andreevich's comrade in the Knights. He received a lot of help at the time, so he agreed without hesitation when he received the invitation. After arriving on the ship and being promoted to "conspirator", he subconsciously began to think
The situation on the ship revealed a strange problem.
First mate Gerald is also a Sequence 5, which is unusual for a pirate general, especially Andreevich who has just obtained this status. This will be detrimental to the captain's prestige.
When Wagner was about to remind the captain in a subtle way, he suddenly discovered that there might be a powerful Beyonder hiding on the ship, although he didn't know where the other person was hiding. More importantly, Gerald and that person should have a very close relationship.
After secretly reporting this matter to the captain, I got a reply from a friend.
At this time, Wagner remembered a rumor. In addition to strength, every pirate general has the support of some forces behind him. But since this is the case, it is hard for him to do anything else. He can only win more hearts and minds for the captain, so as to
To prevent what happens next.
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"What's the matter? If it's not a big deal, just take care of it yourself!" Andreevich opened the door to the captain's cabin and waved casually.
This was not the first time Gerald heard this sentence, shook his head and said:
"Mr. Captain, you are the 'Demon Hunter Admiral', the owner of this ship."
"I don't care about this."
Knowing how he became a pirate general, and in order to reassure the people behind Gerrard, Andrejevich delegated most of the affairs to his first mate and only concentrated on digesting his own magic potion. Before
The experience provided by the tribesmen in the "Guardian" stage, and five months later, he has digested most of the potion, and is just a little short of being able to completely digest it, ready to be promoted to "Demon Hunter".
"Okay...it's time for us to leave this sea, Mr. Captain."
"Have you received the order?"
"Yes, but it is also related to our current situation."
In January, due to the shortage of crew and the need to expand its strength, the "Twilight" entered the edge of the Rossed Sea to collect some of the defeated pirates. After that, it returned here and took advantage of the situation to clear up the chaotic North Suni after the death of "Vice Admiral Dusk"
Yahai, attacking pirates near the waterway not only strengthened his own strength, but also spread Andreevich's reputation as the "Guardian".
This is also the reason why the "Twilight" frequently encounters the Fusac fleet, but the latter does not care about what Andreevich has done recently. They only know that he is a pirate general and they often have conflicts. Then continue in
If this sea area stays, Yegor Einhorn, the commander of Fusaksunia Sea Fleet, may personally take action.
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"You only asked us to go to the Sea of Beluga, but didn't tell us what we were going to do?"
This was also what made Gerald confused after receiving the letter, but with the family demigod sitting on the Dusk Ship, he was not afraid even if he encountered the Four Kings.
"Then let's go there first. It will take at least a week to get there."
Gerrard is not worried, and Andreevich is even less worried. He cares about "Twilight" much more than he does.
"Okay, I'll go and notify the navigator right away."
"Go ahead."
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Backlund, Bridge District.
A figure in a black robe was carrying a small suitcase and trotting through the alley. The light from the windows on both sides shone on the face under the hood from time to time. You could see that there was a mask on it that covered the entire face.
iron mask.
The figure quickly ran to a dark house, adjusted his breathing, thought for a while, and knocked on the door rhythmically.
Seven or eight seconds later, a small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing the brown eyes behind it.
Bang, the door was opened.
A man wearing an iron mask appeared there and whispered:
"Why are you here so late today? Your customers are all impatient."
"Sorry, I have something to do today."
The figure bowed slightly, and you could tell that he was not very old.
"Come in quickly."
He closed the door, turned around, and led the figure through the dark living room and into the living room on the first floor.
There was a candle burning on the coffee table, and its dim yellow light illuminated the entire room.
There were about ten people sitting on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table, all dressed in hoods, robes and iron-colored masks. Seeing the figure coming in, two or three of them breathed a sigh of relief and asked in unison:
"Did you bring the things?"
"certainly."
Ian Wright, who was wearing a hooded robe and an iron mask, nodded, sat on an empty single sofa, and placed the suitcase at his feet.
"That's good. Your potion helped me a lot."
"Who says it's not? It's just a little more expensive, but it's much better than the fat one before."
"Hehe, you can talk much better than that guy."
Several regular customers at this party also laughed softly in the darkness.
Ian had never met the fat pharmacist. After he learned about the party from Caspars, the pharmacist had already left. According to someone who attended the party, it was probably because his mouth offended someone and he was
It was thrown into the Tasok River.
"Okay, now that we're here, let's get started. Again, let's trade this gentleman's potion first." An old man on the single sofa nodded.
The nasolabial folds on his cheeks are deep, his skin is slightly dry, and his voice has an aged sound.
Ian didn't say anything, and placed the small suitcase on the small coffee table in the middle. After opening it, he introduced the potions. Under the witness of the old man "Eye of Wisdom" who hosted the party, most of the potions were bought.
After collecting the remaining potions, Ian sat back down in his seat, listening to the transactions below with some trance. He now attends parties only to sell potions, and the rest of the time he just acts as an audience.
After a few minutes, a female voice that he was familiar with sounded. The voice was high and low. It was a party member who often sold various weapons and extraordinary bullets. Either he was a "craftsman" himself, or there was a "craftsman" behind him.
Ian has bought extraordinary bullets from her before, but he has never encountered any evil spirits, ghosts or other spiritual creatures.
"...Finally, I have something in my hand, and I would like to ask Mr. Eye of Wisdom for an appraisal."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ian and "Eye of Wisdom" looked up at her at the same time. Both of them knew that there was a sequence of potions named "Appraiser" and the sequence before "Artisan". There was no need to get such a potion.
Small gathering to identify.
"Eye of Wisdom" the old gentleman chuckled and said:
"Okay, but I can't guarantee that I can identify what it is."
"Then I'm sorry to trouble you."
The woman no longer deliberately made her voice rise and fall, and returned to normal. She took out a palm-sized box with mysterious patterns engraved on the surface. She pressed her fingers on it a few times, and the box snapped open, revealing a picture.
The note has complicated patterns that look like words and patterns.
"Huh?"
The old man "Eye of Wisdom" clicked his tongue, stood up and picked up the box. His eyes swept over Ian, and he caught the other person's abnormality for a moment. However, he retracted his gaze without paying much attention and stretched out his two hands.
He picked up the note with one finger and said:
"There should be a kind of writing on it. From what I know, it either comes from before the Fourth Age, or it is a writing invented by some tribe. As for this note, it is very ordinary."
"My friend thinks the marks were made within a month."
"This is not surprising. Some people have special writing skills."
The woman was obviously disappointed, but still thanked:
"Thank you very much for your appraisal. I wonder how much I need to pay?"
"No need, I didn't provide any help. If you figure out what this is one day and tell me, this will be the best reward for me."
The old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" shook his head and placed the wooden box on the small coffee table again.
When the woman was about to take back the wooden box, Ian could no longer suppress the throbbing in his heart and said:
"Do you want to sell it? I can buy it."
The woman wearing a hood and mask was stunned, looked at Ian, and said excitedly:
"Do you know what the writing on this means?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ian, causing him to shrink subconsciously, as if he wanted to hide himself in the sofa.
"Uh, no, I just want to buy it."
He really didn't recognize the picture-like words on it, but that thing gave him a strong desire.
"500 pounds!"
Ian, who was about to grit his teeth and agree, shook his head firmly and said:
"This is too expensive."
"Then I'm sorry." The woman put the box away directly.
In the dim living room, the guests at the party looked at each other, and under the arrangement of the old man "Eye of Wisdom", as usual, they left one by one, three minutes apart.
But in the end, Ian found that only he and the woman were left. The two looked at each other and at the same time looked at the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom", raising their vigilance.
"Haha, I don't mean any harm to you two, I just want to give you one last chance to make a deal. If you don't want to, I will arrange for you to leave now. I can tell you that you didn't lie in the conversation just now.
This is the power that comes from notarization.”
"500 pounds!" The woman still didn't change her mind.
After hesitating for a while, Ian nodded and agreed:
"good."
But at this time, the woman hesitated and said to the old man "Eye of Wisdom":
"Is there any way you can copy the pattern on this for me?"
"Of course there is no problem."
Ten minutes later, Ian, who had taken off his hooded robe and iron mask, quickly walked through the alley, returned to the "Brave Man" bar, and returned to his own card room.