In the afternoon, as the ship was about to start, Charles was woken up by a loud noise.

Putting down the magic scroll in his hand, he pricked up his ears and listened, the sound came from the porthole, and something seemed to have happened in the dock area, causing a crowd of onlookers.

Pushing open the hatch and stepping onto the deck, the railing on the side of the dock was already crowded with crew members, who were unaware of Charles's arrival, and watched the battle on the dock intently, exclaiming from time to time.

As soon as Charles found a place to stand, the third mate of the main ship, Wu Fuga, squeezed over and said in a low voice: "A strange warrior monk insisted on taking our ship, His Excellency Alamir did not agree, and the two started a war on the dock, I don't know the specific reason, but now they are still fighting, and I am worried that it will affect the lady." ”

"Strange warrior monk?" Charles nodded, his gaze over the hull of the ship and on the dock, where two figures were entangled in front of a pile of cargo waiting to be loaded.

One of them was tall, with short silver hair lined with silver light armor on his body, like a silver phantom between movements, Charles looked at his tight but rhythmic steps, and then looked at the long sword in his hand that shimmered silver at all times, and knew that this was a very special warrior, or more appropriate to be called a swordsman.

And against the young swordsman, it is a strange middle-aged warrior monk.

At first glance, this warrior monk is no different from other warrior monks, wearing a slightly old and faded monk's robe, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and no weapons between his hands, but there is a strong sun ray between the swings of his fists.

Perhaps it was because he felt that this competition had attracted too many people and disrupted the order of the docks. The middle-aged warrior monk suddenly shouted. The fist burst into flames. Crash into the silver-haired swordsman.

"[Red Lotus Fist]!"

The silver-haired swordsman's pupils shrank, as if he recognized this move, and as he retreated, the silver long sword in his hand also swung out a cold sword and slashed at the fist of the warrior monk.

But in the next moment, the bloody picture in everyone's exclamation did not appear, and the silver long sword slashed at the flesh fist that seemed to be burned red by the flames, and it actually made a crisp metallic sound. And there are dazzling sparks sputtering out.

Bang!

Then, a fiery fist slammed into the silver-haired swordsman's chest. The young swordsman looked panicked and retreated, but he felt that something was wrong, he suddenly looked down at his unscathed light armor, and after gently wiping away a scorch mark on his breastplate, the silver-haired swordsman put away his sword and bowed deeply: "Thank you master for keeping your hand." ”

"Admit it." The middle-aged warrior monk closed his fists, bowed and saluted with his palms together, and his face was unwavering.

An uproar erupted from the docks.

The onlookers and merchants did not know the middle-aged warrior monk, but they did recognize the silver-haired swordsman Alamir.

This is DeLori. Ipujir's own brother, a genius swordsman. It is known as the unrivaled existence of the young generation in Waterdeep City, but now it is willing to admit defeat.

Especially the crew of the Dragon's Roar Fleet. One by one I couldn't believe it. They know better than outsiders how terrible genius swordsmen can be.

"Your Excellency's Silver Dragon Swordsmanship has obtained the essence of the family, and it is already invincible in this Deep Water City." The middle-aged warrior monk's eyebrows twitched, as if he was smiling.

"Just swordsmanship?" The corners of the silver-haired swordsman's mouth turned into bitterness. It was only when he reached his realm that he knew how difficult it was for a pure warrior to go further.

After all, Alamil was the leader of the Ipujir warriors, and he restrained his frustration from defeat, frowning and looking at the middle-aged warrior monk: "Does the master have to board the ship?" The actual leader of the fleet was my sister, Delori. Ipujil, if you insist on boarding, please let me get on board first. ”

The middle-aged warrior monk nodded.

"No need. Alamil, you bring the Master to the Captain's Quarters. The silver-haired swordsman had just squeezed through the crowd and stepped onto the bridge when his sister's voice rang in his ears. Delori is using teleportation to send words through the air.

"Good!"

Alamil stood on the ladder bridge, turned to the middle-aged warrior monk on the ground and said, "Master, come up, my sister has already agreed to let you get on the boat." ”

"Thank you very much."

The middle-aged warrior monk folded his palms and bowed again before crossing the path that the crowd had spontaneously moved out of the way and walking along the ladder bridge to the five-story deck of the main ship.

Then, the crowd that had not yet dispersed was stunned to find that the warrior monk who had been following the silver-haired swordsman suddenly walked towards a young Advent priest in front of the deck railing.

The "Holy Presence ......" was watched by the middle-aged warrior monk with vicissitudes of life, and Charles felt his heart beat faster, and he felt a sense of shame that he had been looked at.

This warrior monk is very good at restraining his breath, as if an ordinary person is standing in front of him, but the charr, who had seen him fight just now, already knew his terrifying strength. Whether it's a fist that is harder than a weapon, or the power that can be retracted at will, Charles is impressed.

"This master...... You ......"

The black man next to him, Wu Fuga, looked at Shire, and then at the middle-aged warrior monk, dumbfounded.

The silver-haired swordsman Alamil stood not far away thoughtfully.

……

Captain's room.

Female Captain Delori. After the middle-aged warrior monk walked in the door, Ipgil bowed his head slightly to show his respect, and said with a soft voice and said, "I don't know if there is something important about Master Feiqi, the leader of the Sun Soul Warrior Monk, who has come from afar to drive my fleet?" ”

"It's really important." The middle-aged warrior monk nodded, and then turned to face the three of Charr, Wufgar, and Aramil who were following behind.

"Captain, I'll step back first."

Noticing that the atmosphere in the room was different, the black man covered the door and left.

Seeing that the warrior monk looked at him with those vicissitudes of life again, Xia Er couldn't bear the shame of being looked at, and said loudly: "Master, are you here to find me?" ”

The inquiry seemed abrupt, but it wasn't just Charles who saw the point, the silver-haired swordsmen Aramil and Delori seemed to realize that the middle-aged warrior monk had boarded the ship for Charles.

"I am the Sun Soul Warrior Monk who serves the Lord of the Dawn......"

As soon as the middle-aged warrior monk spoke, Charles slapped his forehead violently and came to his senses: "The master made a special trip from the Luoshanda Temple to Deep Water City for that thing, right?" ”

"Yes." Hearing Charles mention that thing, the monk's face suddenly became serious.

"That...... With all due respect, Master Feige, what is that thing? Captain DeLori's eyes widened like a curious baby.

She knew the identity of the warrior monk, the guardian of the Luoshanda Temple, and the mentor of all the Sun Soul warrior monks, and it was rumored that the warrior monk had a small fragment of the sun in his body, so he forged his divine physique. A long time ago, the warrior monk Feiqi successfully peeked into the mystery of the legend and has lived until now.

It's just that this legendary warrior monk hasn't gone down the mountain for a long time, and what is the purpose of visiting her fleet in Waterdeep this time? DeLori's heart is like a cat scratching.

"Ahem." Charles didn't dare to speak, and cast an inquiring glance at the middle-aged warrior monk.

"This is the ...... of my fleet," DeLori was very unhappy with Charles's small movements, and raised her eyebrows as if a proud little woman deliberately threatened, "Holy Presence, you are on my ship right now." ”

Charles couldn't laugh at this, but luckily the monk smiled and nodded at him.

"Actually, it's not a rare thing." Charles shrugged his shoulders and flipped over to pull out a delicate amber bottle under the stunned gazes of his siblings, Alamil and DeLori.

When the bottle was exposed to the main material world, it immediately exuded a majestic and vast aura, just like the feeling of the starry sky, infinite.

What shocked the Ipgil siblings even more was that wisps of divine aura like substance actually rose from the mouth of the bottle.

"Divinity!"

"It's so rich!"

Delori sniffed lightly, then looked at the amber bottle in Charles's hand, and her turquoise eyes were suddenly full of heat.

"This is a drop of divine blood that my lord has lost." Charr did not hesitate to hand over the amber bottle to the middle-aged warrior monk. The warrior monk took it and bowed deeply, "Thank you, priest of Ogmar, for washing away the shame of the Lord of the Dawn and freeing the Temple of Losanda from centuries of searching. ”

As he spoke, the warrior monk carefully put the amber bottle into a dimensional bag, then took out another special dimensional bag, handed it to Charles with both hands, and said, "This is what my lord sent an oracle to let me give to you." ”

The warrior monk did not speak directly of a trade or exchange, as such a word would be blasphemous and would also make him feel ashamed.

Naturally, Charles knew what the vial of divine blood had come up with.

Another component of the Holy Sword Durandal, the main sword body!

At this point, the two pieces have been collected, and Durandal, who has escaped for a long time, is about to be reforged in his own hands, and Charles is excited with some troubles.

Reforging the Holy Sword requires the work of a master blacksmith, and after the reforge is completed, he still has to go through the Ancient Rite before he can use the Holy Sword initially. I don't know how long these two steps will span, but judging by the situation, the [Stormer's Cry] +3 will still be the main weapon of the Charr for a short time!

An old man and a young man exchanged items in front of the Ipgir siblings, leaving the siblings confused.

The genius swordsman Alamil has a cold temperament, and although he has doubts in his heart, he will not show them, and his sister is different. Perhaps considering the identity of the legendary warrior monk, Delorie did not dare to question him, but pointed the finger at Charles, and said angrily: "What did you do on my ship, please invite it truthfully, otherwise...... Otherwise......"

Speaking of the back, the female captain herself became irritable first.

I almost forgot that this priest of the Holy Coming was still a disciple of Master Adrian. Now that the leader of the Sun Soul Warrior Monk seems to be very grateful to him again, Deloree finds that she really has no possibility of making a move.

Hum.

The sulking female captain turned to the nautical map hanging on the wall, and said without looking back: "This is my room, you guys should leave quickly when you are done." ”

It's driving people away. Charles and the warrior monk walked out of the captain's room back and forth, and on the deck, he saw that the warrior monk was still following him, and he couldn't help but be curious: "Master, you still haven't sent the holy blood back to the temple headquarters?" ”

"I can go back anytime." The middle-aged warrior monk smiled and looked at Xia Er and said, "On the contrary, you have been marked by an evil holy relic. ”

"I'll help you drive away the markers first, and I'll be too late to leave."

Charles was stunned and immediately bent down and thanked him: "Then it will be troublesome for the master to go to sea with me for some time." (To be continued.) )