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A speedboat is on the surface of the sea, drawing a white arc. The ship was full of people, the waterline was deep, but the man at the helm kept moving at full speed as if he didn't see it.

The people on the ship woke up from a dream, all pale and suffering from the aftermath of resisting the pressure of the soul, and many of them had dull expressions, as if they did not believe that they had escaped death.

"It's like a dream, if we tell people that we first fell into a pit so deep, and then we fought with the immortal skeletons for half the night, and then all of a sudden those things turned into a pile of dry bones, and then we all fainted, and then we all woke up, and we were on the speedboat, how could anyone believe it?" Lealmu's teeth clicked as he crouched across from Duchamp, muttering incoherently.

Duchamp ignored him, and the mercenary on the side picked up.

"We have four good brothers dead, how can it be a dream?"

Perhaps feeling that there was a lack of fresh breath on the ship, others opened their mouths one after another, using topics to dispel the shadows in their hearts.

"Don't nag, while others haven't woken up yet, let's go."

"We were lucky, most of those officers and soldiers died."

"Olivier, where did you go and what happened to you after you separated from us?"

Despite Mura's several questions, Olivier remained silent and brooding, without the slightest intention of answering.

"Those councillors are all dead, and so are the big guys, and our revenge can be regarded as revenge this time. Bury these brothers, and let's go back to Pvenis. I don't want to come to this place in Julai again. Lu sat on the bow of the boat, teary eyes, and booed.

"It's all up to Styry this time, we found an exit from the bottom of the valley and got this speedboat, otherwise, we would still be trapped at the bottom of the valley and waiting for someone to save us."

"Under that hole, there are bones everywhere, and I don't know how many people have fallen to death?"

"What a big official that governor is, it's so strange that he fell to his death!"

"Fell to death?" Mura turned his head and asked Duchamp for confirmation, but Duchamp had been quietly squatting in the crowd, clasping his hands together and concentrating on his thoughts.

"Styri, why don't you speak? Have you been in a daze? Learmor held out his hand and shook Duchamp.

Duchamp came back from his daze and barely pulled out a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried, on our speedboat, there are a full eleven people on it, and there are five people's corpses, the speedboat draft is a little deep, will it capsize." ”

"No, the sea is calm today, as long as everyone doesn't move, so many people can still bear it. Now we drive directly to the shore, and we can reach the shore in two hours, and when the time comes, everyone will be safe. ”

Hearing this, Lu frowned, and stole an inquiring glance from Duchamp. "Is it really safe?"

Duchamp smiled at him: "I woke up the earliest, it seems, it seems!" ”

When Lu heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, even though Duchamp's smile seemed to be different from usual, he didn't have the heart to perceive it, not to mention, now the boat is full of people with three-point ghost appearances, and it is strange to be able to laugh normally.

Duchamp stretched out a hand and secretly tugged at his face, still with a very unnatural smile on his face. He pulled his hands back and glanced back, as if with some kind of anticipation.

Near the haunted island, on a speedboat that rippled with the waves, Blue-Haired also woke up. He looked at his surroundings and the speedboat in amazement, leaned back with a headache, and slowly recalled where he had come from.

He is a 29-year-old fisherman from a small island in the Eastern Gnavador archipelago named Mile who is still alone. Since he was a child, his dream was to have the largest ocean-going fishing fleet in the whole continent.

In the summer, when he went to sell fish in Ahti, he met a beautiful girl named Ye who was selling jewelry at a stall in the big market, and he fell in love with her at first sight, and vowed to come to the island to find the treasure and marry the girl. Then, unfortunately, instead of finding the treasure on the island, he fell off a cliff and nearly lost his life.

Brother Lanmao, no, mile, shook his head in confusion, and thought to himself, "How could I have such an unrealistic dream?" What treasures will there be on this broken island in Julai, it is only right to go home and continue to look for other ways to make money. ”

Thinking of the beautiful face of the girl named Ye, his heart couldn't help but feel hot.

After discerning the direction around him, he started the speedboat alone and headed in the direction of the Eastern Gnavado Islands.

On the speedboat heading towards the coast of Julai, Duchamp seemed to sense something, glanced to the other side of the coast, buried his head, and muttered:

"Tsk, you see, I'm a good person, you just helped me at the last moment, and chopped down the broken stone statue, not only did I not care about your bad deeds of chasing and killing me several times, spared your life, but also gave you a perfect life file and a lofty goal, and added a beautiful and lively young girl with an island atmosphere. Look, where can I find a Lei Feng like me! Thinking of the young and ingenious island girl, Duchamp couldn't help but glance at the road, and the shell necklace hanging around the road's neck was bought by Duchamp from the girl's stall.

He quietly spread out his closed hands, and there was a dark stone inside, which at first glance was inconspicuous, but when he looked closely, he felt extremely fine. However, Duchamp knew that this was not an ore, but the remains of a small piece of the god's body. The birth of that stone statue was because this wreck slowly absorbed some special powers of this world, and a primary consciousness was born. But now, the divinity and the power of rules attached to this wreckage have been absorbed by the stars in Duchamp's soul and turned into an incomparably precious waste.

This kind of knowledge has never been recorded in the collection of any library on the continent of Semuria, however, as long as he holds this stone, he knows what he wants to know about this world.

However......

Holding this gradually cold stone in his hand, Duchamp's heart was a little cold. Ignorance is the only way to be happy, and since he got this stone, he has felt that the hostility of this world is quietly attacking.

Although the world in his eyes is boundless, he feels lonely like never before, and the future he glimpses is full of infinite crises, as well as hope and light, but there is no trace of himself at all.

The crossing is just a legend, his form of existence is not tolerated by the rules of this world, his short past has not been preserved in the memory of this world, and there is not even a trace of the future to be found. He is just a worm in the gap of time and space, and can never be recognized by this world.

Last night, at the most dangerous time, his body immediately collapsed when his soul was overloaded, but he didn't realize that the illusion of the world's secrets in his hands had left him lost. Thankfully, Blue-Haired had defeated another being, and the scattered divine power had been absorbed by his soul, so that he could absorb the power that supported the entire Otherworld, and reassemble his body back - in a non-human form of birth, the only way to withstand the strength of his soul now.

"But I have a true human soul! Why can't I be honored in this world? He muttered to himself in confusion, and was pulled several times by the person next to him before he realized that someone was talking to him.

"Styry, are we going back to the city to catch the train when we get ashore? In that case, can I run back to the hotel, I'm there, and I'm missing something. Lear pleaded in an embarrassed whisper, apparently knowing that his request was not reasonable.

Duchamp couldn't help but smile bitterly, this boy didn't know that this trip to Zhulai had pierced a boundless hole, which would cause many ups and downs, and he still remembered the jewel in the hotel.

"Once we have landed, we will continue to walk into the north-east of the forest, make a big turn, and then return from Pvenis, we will have to hike for at least a week on the way, so you should be ready."

Mura glanced at Duchamp in surprise and did not speak. He turned his head worriedly and continued to stare at the pensive Olivier, although the prince's current peaceful appearance was exactly what Mura and all the attendants around the prince had been asking for for many years, but when the prince really became like this, Mura's heart was extremely uneasy, and there was always a sense of absurd emptiness that the people around him who wanted to protect had been dropped, and he wished that Olivier would squint and laugh in the next second. He was eager to ask Duchamp what had happened since the separation last night, but now that there were many people on the boat, it seemed that it was not the time to ask this.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the mercenaries discussing their future actions.

"Lu, remember that according to the confession of that group of guys, there is still a guy who slipped through the net in the city, what should that guy do?"

Lu looked up at the sky and felt excited. "That guy, forget it first, since God didn't let him fall to his death in the cave, he must have done some good. In the future, my goal will turn to the employed, to find out who it is, and then to eliminate them all. ”

Walter frowned. "Mercenaries are instructed by their employers to take money to do things, and since we have eliminated our employers, we can count ourselves as revenge. Is this the end of the matter? ”

Lu shook his head, his gaze on the straight line where the sky and the coast intersected.

"As long as you collect money, can you do anything? I don't have that in my mind. ”

He turned his face to Gavin and asked, "By the way, Gavin, what's the name of that hunting regiment?" ”

"Jesta."

Walter was worried and uneasy about the name: "Then you have to be careful, and don't get the word out until you are sure of victory." Jesta, that is a very brutal hunting regiment, I heard that there are less than a hundred people, but all of them are masters, good at using explosives and powerful weapons, and they wander around the continent, and have no fixed residence. It is said that their slogan is that there is no job they dare not take, and that they will not hesitate to do anything that might threaten them. ”

"Well, I know what you're worried about, I won't talk about it to anyone again when I get back to Pvennis, and I'll talk about it later when I have the chance."

Walter nodded and whispered, "It's best to live." ”

Duchamp, who was silent like a stone man, suddenly quickly put away the stone that he had been playing with. "There's a strip coming."

"Where?" The people on board looked around nervously, but they could not see any ships approaching on the shore.

Duchamp narrowed his eyes at the golden clouds in the sky, where an airship approached at high speed, circling towards him, as if to spy on something, and after a while, finally flew further west towards the sea.

Duchamp let out a long breath, such a high-speed stealth airship, you don't have to think about it to know which force it is, and they came so fast, it was beyond Duchamp's expectations. He even knew what attracted the airship, the sealing time he used last night, the ability to transform the body, distorted the rules of Semria, and there was no barrier seal, which was obviously known to the will of this world.

From now on, as soon as he is recognized, he will be accompanied by doom every day, for the will of this world will not harbor such heresies, and it will create him endless enemies and troubles until he is struck down to hell.

But he still has to live, he is just a worm in this world, but the worm also has the dignity and life trajectory of a worm, and it will merge with the trajectory of the world of Semria in the future.

The boat ran aground on the beach, and the mercenaries jumped into the water, quickly picking up the traces on the boat and preparing to leave.

Duchamp collected his mood, jumped into the water, and saw that there was still a person on the boat who did not move, so he had to reach out and shake his shoulder.

"Kulo, what are you going to do? Do you stay in Julai, or do you want to go away with us? ”

The stone-carved boy finally blinked, as if he had just begun to think about this question.

"Julai, I still have some things to do."

Duchamp couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, is the Wheel of Fortune still so stubbornly accustomed to inertia?

"However, I'm really tired of this place, so it's better to change places." The corner of the young man's mouth showed a vague smile, "What is the name of the place you are going?" ”

"Pvenness."

"Okay, that's it. What's there? ”

"There are mercenaries, and there are winds and sand!"

(End of volume)