What does Calypso really want?

A sturdy adult male?

Well, it's possible.

Mu Yan looked David Jones up and down, staring at the latter with a creepy look.

But this is obviously far from enough, how could the sea god be easily bought by one or two men

Power?

Well, it's possible, but last time I held a wisp of divine power in my hand, and the other party couldn't be unaware

But she didn't even ask, "Where did you get it?" and whipped it down angrily

Mu Yan believed that if it was Ys or Garden, they would be moved when they saw this wisp of divine power, but Calypso didn't

After thinking about it, he couldn't come to any conclusions, so he could only put the issue on hold for the time being.

This trip can be regarded as a gain, not only a real hammer made Mu Yan feel at ease, but also gave him a more comprehensive understanding of the character of the sea god.

Now, he doesn't think that this woman can't communicate, even if the other party almost killed him just now, the reason why he blocked the space without saying a word was another whip, and almost pulled him apart, ninety percent of the anger was directed at Lao Xu, who let this guy sow seeds in the seven seas, and almost arched all the cabbage planted by others, and no one was angry!

And from her contact with David, it can be seen that this sea god at least has human nature, which is much better than the dead shemale of Ysso, and is more inclined to the strange of Garden.

However, this does not mean that she is easy to get along with.

After all, if you put aside Mu Yan's prestige bonus as the heir of the Kanrosh lineage, Garden is not much easier to get along with than Calypso described by David.

Don't look at the Duke now's dedication to the Morning Star, that's because the people of the Morning Star are his followers. Even if the Morning Star provided the power of faith with a stone, he loved it. Before the Morningstar became his followers, the Xenopyrus killed 200,000 people in an accident, and he didn't even blink an eye, humans were nothing more than a number to him, and only had meaning when they were tied to faith.

They are gods after all, and in essence, elemental creatures, which is even greater than the gap between the sea tribe and humans.

Moby Dick Islands, the line of defense in the waters of Chacia.

With each passing day, Nagartha's anxiety grew.

The other eleven cavalry captains of the Deep Sea Fangs had already gone to the royal capital to report, but Pajesh still had no figure. Although there are still nearly three months before the official start of the military exercise, there will be no trouble for a while, but who would think that the training time is too little?

The most important thing is that that damn Pajesh may still be in the offshore now, wasting time that doesn't belong to him, and squandering his combat skills that don't belong to him.

This idiot even has 11 subordinates, what the hell is he doing offshore!? Isn't it clear to him that, at this sacred moment, he should live as a part of the Chasia Sea, and not as a mere individual?

Every time she thinks about it, she becomes more disappointed in Davy Jones, and in addition to his instigation, it has to do with his identity.

Although he was a lowly human half-breed, he was fortunate to be pitied by the goddess and obtained the status equivalent to that of the commoners of the Sea Clan. In all fairness, she admires this human being, not only because of his good skin, but also because of his self-motivation.

In the eyes of the other sea clans, it is quite puzzling that he can be accepted by Naga as a bastard, and he should be grateful to Dade and live a good life with a good heart, but this guy is still not satisfied?! He even tried to participate in military exercises to gain further glory! What greed!

They all said that he was blind, proud, greedy, and carried away by honor, but Nagartha felt that it was the opposite, that the current Chasia Sea Clan lacked this enterprising spirit, so it was at the bottom of the three consecutive military exercises and became the laughing stock of the Seven Seas! If they have the time to laugh at others, why don't they think more about their laziness and numbness!?

If the Chasia Sea still does not make it to the top three this year, it will be four consecutive years before it has been able to serve the goddess Calypso

The pressure was like a tidal wave, falling on her shoulders. Nagartha couldn't imagine the consequences of this, especially now that the uneasiness in her heart was growing, and she could only take the opportunity of this garrison to distract herself from hearing the gossip.

Let's hope all the best. She thought.

Suddenly, someone came to report.

"My lord, Captain Pajesh is back!"

"What!?"

Nagartha almost flew back to the camp, a clearing surrounded by corals, where Pajesh's tall figure was staggered, but his blood brother was nowhere to be seen

The two pretty eyebrows on Naga's face frowned slightly, and before the person arrived, the reprimand had already come out.

"Rider, where's your mount brother?"

Pajesh turned around sharply, his ugly face was covered under a helmet, and two cold rays of cold light were transmitted under the rusty iron helmet, and Nagartha was caught off guard by staring at him, and for a moment his soul seemed to be frozen, and at the same time, his body tensed, and the fins in his ears were erected, and he involuntarily made a defensive gesture.

"Pajesh, you"

"Your Excellency."

David stepped out of the side and bowed slightly.

"My lord, can you take a step to speak?"

Nagartha suppressed her fear, held her head high, and glanced at David.

"Why didn't he tell me personally?"

"Well, there's a reason for that, lo and behold," he said, gesturing at Pajesh.

The latter immediately grinned his mouth, which was exposed outside the armor, to the base of his ears and spat out his long tongue.

The shark knight's tongue was like a dead sea cucumber, swollen and large, moldy in color, stained with foam and white spots, and it was disgusting to look at.

Nagartha resisted the discomfort and asked, "What's going on?" ”

David smiled bitterly, "This is my fault, please forgive me, Lord Nagartha." I invited Captain Pajesh to go to the offshore sea to relax, as a way to participate in the pressure before the exercise, but Lord Pajesh ate something that should not be eaten, it seemed to be some kind of jellyfish, so that he was poisoned, and now not only his tongue has become like this, he can't make a sound, but he also has a pustuated herpes on his face, and he has to cover it with a helmet with a frozen halo to avoid it."

"Herpes!"

Nagartha let out a piercing scream, her body flashed more than ten meters away, and she hurriedly summoned a curtain of water and placed a lot of protection around her.

The sea was flowing from her direction to Pajesh, so it didn't matter, but she insisted on doing it

More importantly, since the sight of that rotten sponge-like tongue, Nagartha seemed to be extremely afraid of Pajesh, and the distance between the two suddenly made her not feel the cold temperature and dead silence of the latter.

"My lord, those pus are frozen, and they won't pollute the sea."

"Got it." Nagartha raised her hand impatiently. "Go over, you are limited to accompany him to return to the royal capital within half a month, don't slack off!"

She didn't seem to want to stay for a second.

"Yes"

David saluted, turned and swam to the flying Turingman.

Nagartha noticed that David's boat had somehow changed and became clean, tidy, and more beautiful

"Stop."

She shouted, "This is your ship?" ”

"Yes." David approached as if flattering: "I know that the stakes are high, my lord, you are so anxious that you went back to find Lord Pajesh, this is a human ship that was seized casually"

Nagartha sneered, "Captured? Doesn't that seem like a better place to eat? Her gaze swept over the sleek deck of the Jackdaw, and she couldn't help but look a little higher at David when she saw that it was as clean as ever, free of a series of filthy things such as seaweed and barnacles.

This guy also knows how to please himself, and he's not stupid.

It's just that the rusty and deformed life on the deck is ugly, and Nagartha stopped stepping forward.

She wanted to go up and walk around.

"A word of advice," she said, looking at David, "if you can give up this deformed group of subordinates, I may consider letting you join my personal guard." ”

David's body shook, his fists clenched suddenly, and then slowly released.

"I'll think about it, sir."

Nagartha then twisted the water snake and walked away, as if she didn't want to stay any longer. 11