Although the tide has long since taken his real name, many people remember that Notilus was not only a sailor, but also a salvageman. In the southernmost part of Blue Flame Island lies a ship's graveyard, where the fleet is said to have sunk in search of a blessed island in exchange for the secret of eternal life. On a clear day, one can see the flickering light of the ship's graveyard from the water. Many fleets are looking for someone to salvage these lost treasures, but no one can match the muscular Notilus.

A breath is enough for a galleon to lose the wind, so he prefers freediving. Although he always brought back a considerable amount of gold and jewels from underwater, he did not ask for any special reward - only that the captain must throw a coin into the sea before each voyage as a tribute to the vast expanse of the sea. This is of course a sailor's superstition, but many fleets that sail far away will pay tribute in this way, asking for a safe home.

After several years of salvage, this lightly earned fortune gradually bottomed out, and each time it was launched, the harvest became smaller and smaller. Until one day, everyone found that the entire fleet had been transferred to the next family, even with people and ships.

On the day the new captain boarded the ship, the dawn was as red as blood. He came from a foreign port and brought with him a large diving suit made of brass and iron. He had his eye on Notilus - in fact, he bought the boat for Nautirus. The captain had clearly taken a fancy to a particular shipwreck, which was shrouded in darkness even on a sunny day. The wetsuit can withstand the pressure of the seabed longer than any human, enough to clean up the eerie shadows.

The crew felt that it was better to have work than to starve, so Notilus was stuffed into a diving suit, which weighed down the wooden deck and groaned. That's when he realized that the crew didn't have the money to pay their tithes. Panic choked his throat. The captain of the alien laughed as he watched as Notilus was released into the water. He assures the crew that whatever the secret that Lady Beard is hiding, it will make them rich overnight. The stupid tax will have to wait until Notilus comes up.

Natilus sank into the sea, the light above dimmed, and everything was silent, except for the sound of his breathing echoing in his iron wetsuit. Then, something poked out from the depths and dragged him down. For the first time, Nautirus felt fear gripped his heart like a solution. Below this is not some treasure that the captain longs for, but some kind of terrifying power that sleeps.

Notilus grabbed the chaining of the anchor, the only link he had to the human world, and climbed up desperately as something from the bottom of the ocean still tugged at him. But the weight is too much. His massive fingers were almost above the surface when the chain broke. But no one could hear Notilus screaming in his wetsuit. In desperation, he clung to the iron anchor in his arms and tumbled into a dark whirlpool. Dark tentacles entangled around his body, and he could only see the faint silhouette of the ship's hull fading. And then, everything fell into darkness.

By the time Notilus woke up on the seabed, he had become ...... It's different. The darkness no longer pained him. The massive wetsuit had fused with him and turned into a shell, hiding his soul that had been corrupted by his native power. He is trapped at the bottom of the ocean in the dark, and only one memory remains—the new captain has broken his promise.

Notilus swore at the moment that everyone would pay taxes to the sea. He will personally supervise.

Driven by this thought, Nautirus trudged towards the coast. But by the time he arrived in Bilgewater, years had passed, and the captain and crew had long since been nowhere to be found. He had no way to be born again, nor was he able to take revenge. Instead of returning to the bottom of the sea, he took out his anger on the greedy and smashed their ships with the iron anchors in his hands.

Sometimes, in the midst of the undulating waves, distant memories emerge on their own...... But as Notirus, he was always lurking beneath the surface.

Back in the days when the first pier was erected in Birgewater, there was a legend of loneliness. The iron-clad giant Natilus wanders the dark waters near the Blue Flame Island. He held a grudge against an unforgivable betrayal and acted without warning. He swings a huge anchor to save the wretched wretched or drags the greedy into the apocalypse. It is said that those who did not pay the "Beagle Water Tithe" were his targets. He will take them with him into the waves - the equivalent of an ironclad reminder that no one can escape the sanctions of the deep sea.

Bilgewater is a haven of refuge for smugglers, looters and unscrupulous. Here, the wealth of the country or the destruction of the family is only in the blink of an eye. For those fleeing trial, debt, and persecution, this city can give them a new lease of life, because no one cares about your past on the winding streets of Birgewater. Having said that, at dawn, the careless will drift in the harbor with empty money bags and blood in their throats......

While Birgewater is an extremely dangerous place, it is also full of opportunities that are not bound by any government, decree, or moral constraints. Whether it's the crooked Hextech or the local gangsters, as long as you can afford it, you can get it all at your fingertips.

"The True, so we must withdraw to Bajou. We can't save these laity," said the messenger. The stocky woman grinned, and evidently couldn't hide her joy at the thought of the prospect of leaving Bilgewater.

"You've mentioned all of this," Aloy said, pacing around the stone table in the middle of the room. She moved her shoulders, loosened her muscles, and held back the yawn that came to her lips.

Next to the messenger stood an elderly snake caller. He wore a robe made of coarse twine, each of which was dyed indigo, unevenly thick, rough and curly, and the mottled and faded ink of the sea monster gave the illusion that the old man was draped with a mass of tentacles. His face is covered in black tattoos depicting the countless teeth in the sea monster's giant mouth. Monks and snake callers always want to dress up as scary. Most men have this boring problem.

"The holy beasts won't come near Bilgewater," the snake caller gasped. "They're all under the depths of the sea, far from the stench of the slaughterhouse. At most, there will be only hungry young beasts who will answer our call. ”

Only the most powerful descendants of Naga Capolos will be able to devour the mist and hold the city through the Night of the Eclipse. Other parts of the Anaconda Islands don't have this problem.

This is yet another reminder of how ignorant the Bilgewater people were. These land-based residents never washed away the filth from the pier with clean water, but built permanent anchorages along every tidal flat in the bay. Stupid. Many of the priests in the Order have therefore asserted that the laity were simply swallowed up by the black fog of their own free will.

"Bullshit." Aloy said. If she wants to stay, she'll have to figure out a way to defend the city without the sea serpent. She picked through the bowls full of tributes and finally found a mango. She needed a plan, and the two next to her were embarrassed.

A loud cracking sound interrupted her thoughts. A heavy wooden door downstairs was slammed open.

Planck's roaring voice was heard, his voice muffled and echoed within the stone walls of the temple.

"Following your instructions, we fished him up." The messenger smiled and said, righting the jade neck ring that symbolizes her rank. "Maybe he should return his energy to Naga Kapolos?"

"No one has the right to judge souls."

"Yes, the real one. And Naga Kapoulos has the right to judge. There was something in the snake caller's words, reminding Aloy that she was biased.

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