The cold moonlight, the deep ocean, the empty beach, and an ancient sarcophagus were quietly silent in front of Ferrante, and the weirdness knocked on the heartroom, and he was stunned for a long time.

Trying to push, the sarcophagus moved forward a short distance, with a lightness that did not match its appearance, and he wondered in his heart, is it not made of stone?

Through the small surface exposed, Ferrante's eye can tell its antiquity.

If such a light object could float on the surface of the sea, it would not be possible for people to be found now, and there is a thick salt crust that cannot be formed without being immersed in the seabed.

Ferrante's first reaction was that it was something from the bottom of the sea, and the ruins had collapsed, which was why it surfaced and washed up on the beach.

Looking left and right, Ferrante slowly pushed the sarcophagus to the shore and to a room under the city wall not far away.

The house was made of stones, and the walls kept it out of the sea, so it didn't collapse, but the area near the sea was uninhabitable, so it wasn't afraid of being discovered.

The food problem of the rescue point is still hidden in his heart, and Ferrante also has the idea of funeral goods at this time, and if he is lucky, he can sell them for supplies.

Picking up half a stone from the street, he carefully cracked open the salt crust and removed the seaweed and other plants attached to it.

Ferrante was very cautious so as not to damage the coffin, and it was one thing to save the funeral goods in an emergency, but it was another to damage the sleeping place behind someone's back.

After about two hours, the original appearance of the entire sarcophagus was revealed, and although it turned a little green after soaking in the seawater, you can still see the quaint pattern with some charm on it.

Ferrante went around and did not see any font on it, except for the pattern, only one relief on each side of the left and right sides.

The depiction on the left is a monstrous wave, and under the thunder and lightning are more than a dozen octopus-like tentacles, like Optimus Prime.

On the right is a large ship sailing on the sea, covered with seaweed, with a broken mast like a shipwreck, and a huge bird like a crow soaring in the sky, its feathers falling on the deck.

When studying ancient culture at Avos Academy, the reliefs of the general submarine coffin will be engraved with the life of the owner, but what is this?

I gently tapped it with a stone and carefully rubbed the surface, both in sound and touch, it was no different from the stone.

Now thinking about it for a while, Ferrante couldn't think of a reason, but now is not the time for archaeological research, the source of food is the focus.

But when he was about to pry open the sarcophagus, he found something that was even more puzzling and even terrifying, and that was this sarcophagus...... It's one.

In the early morning, the newborn morning light shone through the window on Ferrante's face, and he did not sleep all night, but was not tired, but deeply anxious.

There was no gap, and he looked at it for half the night, but he couldn't find a single crack in the sarcophagus, which was another unreasonable thing.

Not only that, but what also made him tired was the food promised to Sophia, and the half of the rice at the rescue point was not enough for himself, what did the refugees eat in the past two days?

Finding a sheet to cover the sarcophagus, Ferrante left with her head bowed.

......

A week later, horse-drawn carriages drove into the city, and Ferrante stood in the middle of the road and raised his hand to stop the convoy.

Although the fat young man had a falling out that night, Ferrante was the duke's son after all, and after saying goodbye the next day, he had been missing for a while, and he couldn't hide if he couldn't afford it.

This convoy was a new convoy of supplies, and the leader knew that Duke Roy's son was in this city, recognized it, and respectfully got out of the car and said hello.

But Ferrante, with black circles under his eyes and a scruffy beard, ignored it and walked straight to the carriages.

The dagger pierced into the sack, and after it was pulled out, only five of the more than twenty carriages had rice flowing out, and if you looked closely, the rest of the carriages were all cinders.

Shaking his head, Ferrante had no anger in his eyes, just waved his hand to signal the carriage to move on, while he hid in the alley on the side, smoking a cigarette in silence.

After a while, a carrier pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on his arm, took out the note in the letterbox, and slowly opened it.

"My dear son, please don't worry about the end of the world, His Majesty and I and the Church are taking care of it, you already know that this world is not as simple as you think, so we will be ready for anything. ”

"But this matter is not trivial, there are already rumors in the Kaia Empire that the West Coast is affected, don't spread the news at this time, it will only bring turmoil. ”

"Finally, there is the food problem you mentioned, is my father a nobleman who only knows gold coins and has a fat brain in your eyes?"

"This is His Majesty's order, and for this reason part of the family's income has been used by me for disaster relief, and I am glad that you can have your own independent thoughts, but you have not been exposed to the affairs of the kingdom, and you do not know Your Majesty. ”

“...... I am doing my best, you are wise, may you also find a good way, my son, God of light, peace be upon you. ”

"Your father, Roy Knard. ”

Taking a deep breath and stomping on the cigarette butt, Ferrante looked at the gloomy sky and burned the note to ashes.

Yes, my father would not lie to himself, there were so many poor people in Sears City, and he did think too well of His Majesty the King, and he was theoretically the biggest nobleman.

But where do you get the food?

Ferrante pursed his lips and pondered for a while, until a light rain began to fall in the sky, and then he planned to return to his room to continue thinking.

With his head down, he just walked out of the alley when he bumped into a figure head-on, and after a short exclamation, Sophia stood in front of him with an umbrella, her eyes burning.

"There is a prayer in the church tonight that the crown of the god of the sea will bring life back to the coastal area. Sophia smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Thinking that he hadn't shown a good face a few days ago because of his dishonesty, Ferrante suddenly smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Can there be fish?"

"His Majesty will bless His people. ”

"Okay, I'll go. ”

After sending Sophia away, Ferrante returned to her room at the rescue point, looked at the drizzle outside, and looked down at the map.

"Father, this is for me to figure it out myself...... But what should I do? Where is the food ......?"

Ferrante was suddenly stunned, staring at the map, and a somewhat crazy idea came to his mind.

......

night

Ferrante stood on the side of the street with a cigarette in her mouth and watched as the crowds of refugees gathered in the street, even spreading a few blocks away.

Holding candles distributed by the Poseidon Church, everyone fell to their knees and prayed to Poseidon under the leadership of the bishop.

Ferrante is not a believer, but after coming out of the magic academy, he has begun to believe in the existence of gods, but so many people who are struggling on the verge of death, can the gods really see it?

Slowly, the prayer service reached its climax, with the bishop shouting and everyone prostrating, followed by the clergy distributing food and examining the refugees.

At the same time, in the room under the city wall, the sarcophagus covered by sheets emitted a hazy blue light, water stains seeped out of the coffin, and the reliefs on both sides quietly changed.

A dozen tentacles on the left snapped, the huge sea monster churned in pain, the large ship on the right was even more dilapidated, half of it sank into the water, and the crow-like birds in the sky disappeared.

But Ferrante didn't see all this, he was crouching in the corner, watching the smiling Sophia come towards him.

"Fish so soon?"

"The supplies from the headquarters just arrived today, and they brought them from the open sea area. ”

"Nice, they're all believers?"

"Not exactly, but eating is the most important thing now, isn't it?"

Ferrante smiled, he had become more and more reticent for a while, and the two of them had a casual conversation, one continuing to run to work, and the other leaving the place.

The next day, Ferrante did not go out to make his rounds as usual, but stuffed himself for a day, because now he knew exactly what was going on outside.

In the evening, Ferrante took out a wooden box from under the bed and retrieved the notched sword from the Academy of Magic.

"The sword of the father of the Holy King, the elf of blood and fire. ”

He clearly remembered the description of the sword on the wooden frame, and although he didn't know who the Holy King was, this sword must be extraordinary.

Walk out of the rescue point and go straight to the city wall, he has to try again tonight, if he can't open the sarcophagus yet, the prayer service of the Poseidon Church last night also gave him some inspiration, and then he can only go off the rails.

When he came to the house, ignoring the dust on his body, Ferrante lifted the sheet, and soon noticed the changes in the reliefs on both sides, which surprised him into a cold sweat.

But the rusty long sword in his hand seemed to bring him strength, calm his mind, and looking around, Ferrante walked to the sarcophagus, and slashed down with a sword without hesitation.

Although the long sword was broken, he had tried it before, and it was as hard as clay, and it should be able to forcibly open the sarcophagus.

While!

The long sword rested firmly on the sarcophagus, leaving no trace of the road, and Ferrante frowned, wanting to do it again.

However, before he could raise his arm, a powerful suction force came from the sarcophagus, and the arm and the long sword seemed to grow on it at once.

Cold, bone-chilling cold spread from the sarcophagus along the long sword to his body, and Ferrante shivered.

At this moment, a hazy yellow light emanated from the long sword, and at the same time, a blue light also spread from the sarcophagus.

Ferrante's eyes widened, the astonishing scene made him forget about the struggle, and above the long sword, the blue and yellow colors began to entangle, as if they were fighting for territory.

And an inexplicable whisper began to appear in his ears, the voice of the soul, the last words of the drowning man coming from the endless abyss.

The vision doubled, and Ferrante fainted in the midst of countless babbling.

The sword finally came out of his hand, and the two colors of light on it were entangled, and then began to try to merge, and finally turned into a cloudy light.

Countless looming figures rushed out of the sarcophagus and into the sword, dripping water beads precipitated out, washing away the rust spots, except for the gap, the long sword was as clean as new.

......

Three days later, in the early hours of the morning

Ferrante walked down the dark alley with his sword on his back, his eyes looking around, yesterday's light rain had made the otherwise clean streets even more dirty.

Flames burned in the iron barrel at the end of the alley, and a group of refugees waited for his arrival.

"Here he comes, here he comes. The crowd whispered.

Ferrante stopped, looked calmly at these yellow-skinned refugees, and said:

"I can give you enough food, but I need thirty men, who can ride horses, preferably sailors. ”

"Sir, I can ride a horse!"

"Sir, may I ask what we need to do, my daughter is still hungry, can you give me some food first?"

"Yes, there's a carriage outside, only white rice. ”

The crowd erupted in cheers, and a few men were ready to move, but when they saw the long sword behind Ferrante, they still stopped, and honestly waited for him to speak.

"Tomorrow night, find thirty men, horseback riders, sailors, and come with me. ”

"Sir!"

"Can you?" Ferrante stopped leaving, turning back to look at the person who spoke, "You come with me, and your family will have food in the future, but more likely, you may never see them." ”

Some hesitated, others were still in high spirits, Ferrante gave another request, and then left, and the crowd poured out to divide the cold rice on the carriage.

In the early hours of the next morning, Ferrante arrived as promised, and this time there were more people gathered in the alley, but there were obviously thirty or so men standing at the front, and it seemed that they were all good hands before the disaster.

Ferrante was very satisfied, looked at them and nodded: "There is still a cart of rice outside, you come with me." ”

The thirty or so men looked at each other, not knowing what was going on with this noble chief, but for the sake of a glimmer of life, they still followed him out of the alley.

The crowd went straight out of the city, and the horses and carriages were already prepared in the woods, and Ferrante let out a low shout:

"You are all sailors, then from now on, I will be your captain, the order is forbidden, for the sake of your life, for the life of your family, set off!"

Ferrante was the first to get on the horse, and the men behind him also got on the horse, and the men behind him also got on the horse, and boarded the car.

To their horror, there was no food in the carriage, but a sword.

It was raining lightly again, and the group ran wildly for a day and a night, resting only for three hours, and finally arrived at a high slope on this night.

But when they reached the high slope, everyone was stunned, and below them was a huge flat land, green grass, and a luxurious manor house stood there.

The manor was brightly lit, people came and went, and even the faces of the subordinates were full of smiles.

It's not far from their city, but the living conditions are so ironic in comparison.

"Long ...... Captain!"

Ignoring the light rain, Ferrante lit a cigarette and exhaled lightly: "This is the manor of an earl, which was originally used for resting on a regular basis and does not come often, but His Majesty the King forbade a landlord and nobleman to flee the disaster area, and the palace in the city was destroyed by the flood, I think...... He must have plenty of food here. ”

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Ferrante stared at the guards below, this is his side, the rescue point in the city has been ignored by him these days, where have the consuls in the city gone?

It wasn't until that day that I saw the map that I suddenly realized that I had a plan for today.

"But captain, there's a guard in there, and it's an earl. ”

"You also have swords in your hands, don't worry, for a while you will wait for my news from the forest on the other side, and when you hear that there is chaos inside, you will rush in. ”

"What's wrong with the earl, I'm the son of Duke Roy, I'm on it, do you want your wife and children to starve to death?"

Ferrante's last words came out between his teeth, and the rain hit the men's shoulders, and then he detoured to the side.

When they left, Ferrante extinguished the cigarette butt and took out the sword behind his back.

"Whether it can be done or not is up to you. ”

Stroking the blade of the sword, Ferrante turned on his horse and rushed towards the manor down the slope with the sword in one hand.

The sound of horses' hooves quickly alarmed the guards, but when they looked back, they were all immobilized in shock.

Behind Ferrante, the souls of countless drowned people rushed down like a flood and an army of the undead.