There are so many creatures in the Forgotten Realm that players can't recognize them, let alone learn about the evolution of their species.

Aside from the well-known dragons, Sherlock has not conducted any special research on the rest of the creatures.

However, the voice in the black pearl didn't intend for him to answer, but chose to tell it by itself.

"The Fishman started out as a magical creature created by a mage, but an accident caused the creator Canalist to think of a way to mass-produce this monster."

"After capturing enough female sea elves as experimental mothers, finally, the first Sawa Fishman with reproductive abilities appeared, and then the second and third ...... It only took three years for the first Sawa fish-man tribe to appear. ”

"It's hard for you to imagine that such an ugly and evil creature was born from a beautiful and kind sea elf."

Sherlock nodded, the story did make him a little difficult to accept, and immediately questioned, "Then why have I never heard of this history?" ”

As a half-elf, he actually knew about the rise and fall of the elven clan, and even heard of the Crown War, but he had never seen a similar description in any historical materials or biographies.

"Maybe you elves don't want this story to pass on, as the undoubted ruler of the Faren Continent at that time, it wasn't too difficult to hide something."

Sherlock wasn't satisfied with the answer, but he didn't delve any further, he wanted to know more about the rest of the story.

"Having succeeded in mastering an army of Sawa Fishmen, Canariste quickly began his evil plan by directing Sawa Fishmen to hunt sea elves and take from them what was known as the Source of Magic."

"You may not be able to imagine what a powerful source of magic the elves were in those days, and when the magic stolen from hundreds of thousands or even millions of sea elves came together, it would be something that even the gods craved."

"And Canariste is trying to trade these magical powers and the dark gods for the path to the throne."

"Did he succeed in the end?" Sherlock asked, he already had a general understanding of the plot, it was nothing more than someone who wanted to repeat the path of Canariste, after all, godhood is the ultimate dream of many mages.

"Maybe it succeeded, maybe it failed, before that my soul was sealed in this black pearl, and I can only pray constantly in the waves."

"Pray that one day, someone can feel the voice of a demi-lion bound to the waves and wind, and then guide his soul to final rest."

Sherlock didn't expect that the soul of a centaur trapped in the Black Pearl was actually a half-lion, a rumored extinct race that had always mastered special fighting skills.

"So how can I help you?" He asked, and this sentence meant that he was going to accept the task.

"Atonement, only by washing away sin can my soul find rest." The Centaure's tone suddenly became sad: "It was I who personally brought these evil creatures into this world, and it was I who personally cultivated the most powerful, ruthless, and cruel one among them, so there was the next tragedy." ”

"Adventurer, after thousands of years, I finally saw the devouring orb that absorbed the magic power of countless sea elves, destroy it, only by completely destroying that thing, the remorse and guilt in my heart can be appeased."

Needless to say, Sherlock also knew what the Demon Eater Bead was referring to, it should be the bead that Waterjun and Marandi traded.

Obviously, Marandi knew the true use of the bead, and it made perfect sense for him, as a sea elf, to retrieve such a thing from the outside world.

It's just that from the conversation between these two people, he has a faint uneasiness, what kind of trick did Marandi have in the hands of Shuijun, and he will be forced by a player to sell people, even his own people.

And soon, the answer to this question was found in the narration of the centalian.

The most powerful, ruthless, and cruel being he called was not a Sawa Fishman, but a sea elf, or a perfect combination of both.

He possesses the strength and appearance of a sea elf, the evil and tyranny of the Sawa Fishman, and in between, he inherits the ambition and cunning of the creator, Canariste.

He is the real Shahua Fish Man.

He, named Maranti, was a legendary lion warrior.

The Centaur secretly raised Maranti, who was supposed to be abandoned, and taught the Centaur Clan's fighting skills, and let the sea elves teach him how to use the magic power in his body, so that he could become strong.

Strong enough to stop the wreaking havoc of the Sawa Fishman, powerful enough to defeat his creator, Canariste as his father.

It's just that everything backfired, and Maranti got the leadership of the large group of marine races under the expectations of everyone, but turned against him at the last moment.

He gave Canarist a piece of chain mail made of black pearls as a gift, and was accepted and trusted.

"After all, the power of the blood pact is no match for the soul brand, no matter what, it was my fault that caused the disaster of the sea elf clan."

Marandi and Maranti, two names that are so close that even a slight change in pronunciation can confuse them, it would be a bit self-deceptive to say that the other party did not deliberately imitate them.

The Shahua Fishman was conceived from the body of a sea elf, with a trace of elven blood on his body, and there will be a Maranti, and naturally another Marandi will appear, and the latter may be even more ambitious.

In this way, all this seems to be explained, and now I don't know if Mizujun knows the true identity of his partner.

He was originally going to investigate the secret deal between these two people, of course, there is no reason to refuse this task, but when to do it and how to do it needs to be considered in the long run.

……

Thundered!

A thunderclap woke Sherlock, who was sitting in the room in contemplation, and his eyes drifted out of the window.

A dark sky covered the island, and the rain and howling winds began to rage everywhere at the behest of lightning.

"Are you sure you want to go?" Millou walked over, stood beside him and looked out the window at the wind and rain, and couldn't help but say worriedly.

"Just as you insisted on going to the Lost Soul Mountain, I can't refuse this opportunity."

"I'll go with you this time, just like you did with me that time."