"The creature on this painting ......"

Lord Braggs naturally recognized the origin of such a creature, Sauron xenos do not have a fixed image, but most of them are so distorted and indescribable, like the deepest nightmare of mankind, and judging from the evil chaos revealed in this painting, this is indeed Sauron xenomorph, and it may be a strange xenomorph.

But why is there a drawing of Sauron's xenomorph in the co-captain's room?

According to Captain Sabala's description, the painting did not exist at the beginning, but suddenly appeared during the return voyage.

If Vice Captain Paul had really seen such a creature with his own eyes, then he could not have been alive, and any strange xenomorph would be devastating to such a mid-level mage, and even the xenos would not have realized that they had killed a person, and if he had seen it and been killed, then how was this picture drawn?

Reiner looked over Lord Braggs's shoulder, and looked at the drawing, and in the corner of the parchment could see the signature of the vice-captain, which was on every drawing, identical, and difficult to be consistent unless it was someone who could perfectly imitate the notes.

"Perhaps it is the message of Paul's ghost to us, Your Excellency, that they have encountered such a monster in that great hollow and have unfortunately died, but the spirit has returned with the exploring float and tried to warn us."

Captain Sabala was a little excited, his palms trembling slightly, and he defended a little weakly.

"Mr. Zabala, if ghosts really exist."

Lord Alberton patted the captain lightly on the shoulder.

"Why didn't Vice Captain Paul just write to tell you these things, but use such a strange method?"

His words made Captain Zabala speechless for a moment, wanting to say something, but unable to say anything.

"I'm more inclined to have some people put this picture in the co-captain's room while traveling, and I don't know when it was drawn, maybe Vice Admiral Paul had seen the corpse of this monster before, and with his imagination he drew such a picture, and was found and put in it for some reason."

Lord Alberton spread his hands and explained.

"I don't perceive any trace of Vice Captain Paul's presence in this room, and I'm sure you are the same with your Excellency Legendary Mages, and if even we can't find out, then I have reason to believe that Vice Captain Paul doesn't exist here as a ghost."

"That's right, even if there is some kind of mysterious power that allows Vice Captain Paul to retain his will in this world, he also needs energy to draw pictures, and he needs energy to be able to move pen and ink and paper, which will inevitably produce radiation, but there is no trace of similar radiation in this room, and with the current means of observation, it is impossible to confirm his existence."

Lumia. Lord Calvados added that she did not completely deny the existence of ghosts, but also explained that, with the current level of magic, they could not observe anything that looked like ghosts.

"Is there anything unusual about the whole ship other than the strangeness in these rooms?"

Lord Stenion walked over to the bed, reached out to probe, and then shook his head and asked.

"The rest don't seem to have been reported, except for strange noises and things being moved in these rooms."

Captain Zabala replied, looking around the room, as if trying to find traces of the presence of Vice-Captain Paul.

"The reason why I applied to sail this ship to the main plane is also to seek the help of your Excellency, and we have also left some people in the Baltic Half-Plane, always monitoring the situation in the hollow."

"You can dock the Stormrose to Port Dri, a military port in the Midland Federation, and you can enter the country."

Lord Braggs said, conjuring up a slip of paper with words written on it and drifting into Captain Zabala's hand.

"At the same time, I will send some mages to set up powerful detection circles in these rooms, and if there is any abnormality, we will be the first to know."

......

It was already dusk when Reiner and the others left the Stormbriar, and under the setting sun, the huge battleship turned golden, and the hanging shadow obscured the small half of Ernest City, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

Reiner, who was going to go straight back to the hotel to pick up Claire for dinner, found himself being followed after leaving the Stormbrie.

Tracking a high-ranking mage is foolish, but on the other hand, stalking is an extremely clever way to quickly make Reiner aware of his presence.

As he walked through the city, Reiner soon came to a secluded street, where he sat down at an open-air table in a café with no one and ordered a regular Midland-style coffee.

Two minutes later, a man in a cloak and hood sat down across from Reiner.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably being wanted by the Magic Guild all over the territory."

Reiner took a sip of coffee, Midland-style coffee is actually espresso with water, bitter taste, pungent, due to the large number of workers in the Midland Federation, these people need to rely on this strong way to refresh their minds, so this specialty of coffee has been developed.

"So you're going to get me back, Reiner. Lord Ian Gray. ”

The other party raised the brim of the hood slightly, revealing gray hair similar to Reiner, and a pair of blue eyes reflected Reiner's appearance, this person has a beautiful appearance, more charming and seductive than Claire, ordinary people may be fascinated by it just by looking at it, and it is difficult to control it.

It's just that Reiner is already a high-level mage, and the moment she looks at herself, the magic armor automatically unfolds a spiritual barrier, blocking the psychological hints of the charm technique.

"This stuff doesn't work for me, I don't have the idea of going to an orthopedic surgeon yet."

Reiner shrugged his shoulders and sat across from him was his sister, Phyllis, who had been missing for a long time. Ian Gray.

"Orthopedic surgeon?"

Phyllis tilted her head cutely, not quite understanding Reiner's words, but she didn't care, but pursed her lips and smiled, a little more helpless.

"I'm sorry, but that's not my will, I don't have much control over this ability, that's why I'm in this position."

Passive charm? That's not a good ability.

Reiner recalls a case of a wild history that once recorded a case of passive charm blood, such a person would be loved by everyone as soon as he was born, but as he grew older, this ability would become stronger and stronger, and eventually make other people fall in love with the patient more and more, and eventually turn into a strong possessiveness, and the slightly better result would be to become a slave raised by an adult, while the unlucky guy would be violated by many people in turn until death.

"The world is at stake, Reiner."

Phyllis continued, her eyes genuine.