In mythology, Charon was a filthy and ugly old man, armed with a long rod and fire-breathing eyes, who drove a small wooden boat and was responsible for transporting the souls of the dead on the River Styx.

But obviously, in this script task with a high degree of magic change, Charon becomes....

A cargo ship.

An ocean-going cargo ship painted in black and red with large-caliber battleship guns.

"Whew-"

A loud whistle sounded on the sea level, and as far as the eye could see, a waving figure could be faintly seen on the deck of the cargo ship.

Fury turned to the side and explained with a smile, "Charon is not the name of a specific person, but the code name of the ship.

In addition to humans, some large animals also rely on ferries to transport them, and different sequences of ferries transport different kinds of spirits.

Of course, in order to welcome you, the council, the council has specially adjusted the schedule of the cargo ship and cleared out a ship. ”

Speaking of this, Frey paused, his expression becoming a little serious, "... Mr. Kevin, the cargo ship was accompanied by a member of the council.

He already knows the law and may evaluate and judge you,

Personally, I would suggest that you should be cautious about what you say later..."

The mule was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to ask again, but Fury turned his head away and didn't want to say more.

At the same time, the red and black two-colored cargo ship on the sea in the distance broke through the waves at an exaggerated speed that did not match its volume at all, and sailed to the shore in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when he was about to rush to the shore and run aground, he suddenly stopped, and the whole hull rotated ninety degrees.

Shaking violently, it docked on the shore.

Bang –

The freighter was on the deck on the shore side, and suddenly ejected, and extended diagonally down to where the mules and Fury were, forming a staircase leading to the deck.

There's even a brightly colored red carpet on it.

Boom Boom!

The battleship guns on the other side of the freighter fired more than ten shells in turn, as a salute to welcome the distinguished guests.

In the deafening sound of artillery fire, the figure who was originally standing at the bow of the ship, stepping on the deck, slowly walked down the steps.

"It's so strong...."

The black Trojan horse felt like the skin of his whole body was like an electric shock, and he had goosebumps.

With the previous lessons, he didn't dare to turn on the detection function in this highly mysterious script mission.

Observe with only the naked eye that remains.

The figure that stepped down from the freighter was a man with the head of a bee.

He is of medium height, wears a striped suit, puts his hands behind his back, and has a calm and carefree attitude.

"You're Attorney Kevin, aren't you?"

The bee-headed man reached out and shook the mule, "It's an honor to meet you." ”

The mule asked uncertainly, "Are you..."

"My surname was Bonaparte, the founder of the First French Empire, the First Consul of France, and the First Emperor of France."

The bee man's chewing and sucking mouthparts continued to open and close, and from it came out the words in English, "But that was hundreds of years ago,

Perhaps for the other deceased, their lives will always be stuck on the day of their death. All the time after death is a recollection of fragments of past memories.

But I don't want to rest on the past. ”

"I see..."

The mule nodded, looked at the ghost of the former French emperor with the surname Bonaparte, and hesitated: "Then what should I call you?" ”

"Just call me a bee."

The bee waved his hand and greeted Fury, who bowed down in fear.

The forest cat floating in the air held the camera, looked at the bees, and had a somewhat complicated mood, "It turned out to be Napoleon..."

"It's Napoleon Bonaparte in the world of scripts."

The witch corrected in a nonchalant tone, "Anything can happen in the world of scripts, even the former emperor of France is nothing unusual.

Not... He promulgated the Napoleonic Code during his lifetime, and it is no wonder that Fury said that he was interested in the law. ”

Li Ang said indifferently: "And his bee head should be because of his family crest, which is a golden bee."

Of course, it is not excluded that M. Bonaparte, because of his long life in hell, has become a non-mainstream who likes to dye yellow hair. ”

The black Trojan Horse silently complained in his heart, "It's not just yellow hair, the whole head has become fluffy, okay?" ”

"It's not early, let's go."

The bee glanced at his watch and warmly beckoned the mule and Fury to board the cargo ship.

Each time the three of them took a step forward, the steps behind them would automatically shrink a certain distance, along with the red carpet.

Once on deck, the ship, which had no sailors in sight, automatically retracted its anchor, whistled, and turned around towards the other side of the River Styx.

The bee led the way and led the two passengers into the captain's cabin, beckoning them to sit down on the fluffy sofa.

skillfully take out the bottle and glass from the shelf,

He poured a glass of wine for the mule and Fury.

It is said to be a drink, but it is actually a transparent and colorless light and clear liquid.

Served in a wine glass, it swings slightly as the hull shakes slightly,

When it is lifted to the side of the inner wall of the cup, it does not fall like a regular liquid, but hangs viscously on it.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see countless pairs of tiny arms sticking out of the liquid, hooking the inside of the glass.

Fury took the glass with both hands in fear, swallowed his saliva, and carefully picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

His eyes were closed, and after savoring it for a while, his face showed an unfinished expression.

The mouth is smacking, and the aftertaste keeps coming.

The mule felt a chill in his heart, hesitated for a moment, deliberately slowed down his movements, picked up the wine glass and shook it gently.

The forest cat condescendingly looked down at the clear liquid in the glass, and after examining it, came to the conclusion, "This is supposed to be a drink made from pure soul energy, which is very beneficial to spirits.

It can also be used as material for advanced occult rituals. ”

"She's right."

The witch agreed, "The energy fluctuation level of the wine in the cup is almost equivalent to the soul of a hundred people.

In the real world, it is extremely difficult to make such a drink.

The first is to kidnap and torture victims on a large scale, making them endure inhuman suffering before death. easily exposed,

The second is that the soul of modern people is polluted, the purity is low, and it is easy to make mistakes when making it.

Considering Fury's expression, this glass of wine should also be a rare and valuable item in Hades. ”

Both the forest cat and the witch are experts in the occult, and the mule as a mercenary knows this well.

"You can try two bites,"

Li Ang said lightly: "First, you can test whether you are a pure spirit body,

Second, this glass of wine may have a positive effect.

Thirdly, this glass of wine may also be a temptation for the bee. ”

After hearing the advice of the expert group, the mule no longer hesitated, picked up the wine glass and drank a little clear liquid, followed Fury's example, and pursed his mouth.