"Nanami...... What secrets are hidden?"

Hawkins spat out the fish bones and looked at the horizon in the distance, looking forward to it.

In fact, relocating the residents of Black Market Island does not have to be done by Dalton, and the result will be the same if it is replaced by Vanessa, and it may even be better than what Dalton did, after all, Vanessa's Black Sail Chamber of Commerce does not have to be on Black Market Island, but also on White Market Island and Purple City Island......

However, Hawkins chose Dalton in the end, because Dalton is rich enough!

And Dalton's most important asset is on Black Market Island, and he's like a rat cornered and sure to make interesting moves.

With a parent behind him and without a mother, Hawkins' behavior is very different.

If there is no Mother, he will kill Dalton and then find Vanessa and amicably 'entrust' her with relocating the island's inhabitants, but with Mother's backing, Hawkins is more than happy to give Dalton a chance and see how much of a splash he can make.

At the same time, after Dalton announced the bounty in the Death Star Pavilion, a handsome man slowly opened his eyes in a nebula of the Delirium Realm.

He didn't look very old, no more than thirty-five, and not only did he have long hair and a shawl, but he also had a mustache.

Judging from the way he dressed, he should have been a nobleman, with a lot of gold ornaments on his body, the most conspicuous being the gold headband he wore on his forehead, which looked like a crown.

"How many years? It's been almost ten years, what's my name? By the way, my name is Trist!"

He was a little confused, and then seemed to subconsciously stroke his crown, and when his hand touched the crown, he quickly figured out his identity, and the memories that he had almost forgotten quickly recovered.

Trist is his name, he has lived for five hundred years and is a veritable old monster in Nanami.

In order not to be completely assimilated into the Delusional Realm, he left behind an ancient tower with which he signed a contract with Nanami, and as long as someone came up with enough gold coins, he could be entrusted with killing whoever he wanted to kill.

Gold coins, in fact, don't have much effect on him, he just needs an external force to wake himself up, and helping the other party kill is just a gesture.

He closed his eyes, followed the contract, and quickly returned to the altar of the Death Star Pavilion.

At the altar, a ray of light dispelled the darkness around him, and his body gradually coalesced from an illusion to a substance, and then Dalton's gold coin floated in front of him, and the paper with Hawkins' name on it floated in front of him.

"Hawkins, son of a pirate?"

Trist looked at the words on the paper and said to himself with a light smile.

He hadn't returned to reality for a long time, mainly because the commission of the Death Star Pavilion was set by him after consideration, and it couldn't be too expensive or too cheap.

If it is too expensive, it will lose the function of the alarm clock, and if it is too cheap, it will disturb his cultivation in the delusional realm.

The starting price of 1,000 gold coins is just in line with the requirements.

"Alright, let's go for a walk!"

After shredding the paper, Trist stepped out and appeared above the sea the next.

As a conjuring master who lived for more than five hundred years, he possessed five cursed relics, and the abilities of the cursed relics were all developed by him to the point of commanding them.

Shoes with the ability to shrink into inches, a headband to store oneself, a bracelet to condense photons, a necklace with immutable power, and finally, a ring to see through the depths of enemies.

Together, these abilities make him feel like a god.

Three minutes later, he found the Black Knife.

He raised his right hand and smiled: "Poor little pirate, if you want to blame yourself, you have bad luck and become my prey!"

In an instant, the surroundings were dark, and countless photons condensed in his hand, turning into a huge ball of light, and he directly shook his hand and smashed the ball of light towards the Black Knife.

At this moment, a ripple appeared behind the Black Knife, and a large ball of light passed through the ripple and disappeared without a trace.

Hawkins stood at the stern of the boat, looking up and squinting at Trist, who was also slightly surprised, looking at Hawkins on the boat.

In the past, no enemy could stop him from smashing it with his hand, after all, the power of this smash was actually close to that of an atomic bomb.

"It's kind of interesting, but what if?"

Trist smiled, and then his fingers continued to condense the beam, shooting frantically at Hawkins.

And Hawkins only uses one trick, and that is the ripple that leads to eternal space.

In fact, the photons condensed by Trist's attack are also a resource that Hawkins needs, so it's rare that someone is willing to help, and he's happy to let Trist shoot a little longer.

"It turned out to be a space ability!"

Trist is also not a brainless villain, he attacks for a while before seeing through the essence of the ripples, and then shifts direction at breakneck speed.

Ripple can only protect in one direction, and as long as he changes direction fast enough, then Hawkins can't defend against all attacks.

And the truth is just as he thought, when he kept changing directions to attack, it was difficult for Hawkins to defend against all his attacks.

The Black Knife was shot with thousands of holes, and Hawkins himself was shot three times by the beam, and his arms, lower abdomen, and thighs were all shot through, but the beam carried extremely high heat, so the place where it was shot through would be scorched by the high temperature, and it would not continue to bleed.

Suddenly, Trist felt dizzy and felt like it was becoming difficult to breathe.

"Am I poisoned?"

He was shocked, and the next moment he activated his unchanging power, and his state quickly returned to its peak.

At present, Hawkins has shown two abilities, one is a magical space shield, maybe there is a space connected to the back of the shield, which can take all his attacks.

There is also an unknown poison that can poison him in a short period of time.

Although the poisoning also has an element of his arrogance.

Instead of using mana to protect his body like Mark, he focused on his head, hands, and legs.

Because of his unchanging power, even if his heart is shot through, he can recover in an instant, and only the head needs to be protected, and the hands and feet are for better use.

"You're a sorcerer?"

Trist's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at Hawkins and asked.

Under normal circumstances, he would not talk to the prey, and directly kill the prey in one move to complete the harmless contract.

But now he was curious about Hawkins, who, though far inferior to him, was already qualified to talk to him.

Hawkins lowered his head and wiped his eyes, and smiled, "Aren't you a spell master?"

"Do you think I'm like a sorcerer?" asked Trist as he slowly fell down and stood in the air.

Hawkins frowned slightly and asked, "I have something to say, but can you come down first?" ”

“......”

Trist landed silently on the edge of the boat, looking at Hawkins with a gloomy expression.

He has no ability to fly, and he is able to do what appears to be in the air, but in fact he flickers wildly for a short time through his shoes that have the ability to shrink into inches.

In simple terms, it's moving from A to B and back to A.

As long as he is fast enough, the human eye will be deceived into seeing him as if he is flying.

The problem is that Hawkins's eyes have extremely strong dynamic vision, and every frame of Triste's picture is extremely clear to Hawkins, so he sees Trist as if he is a phantom and constantly flickering, all in all, a bit like a sand sculpture.

"Sorry, but if you like to flash, you can keep flashing. Hawkins saw that Trist didn't seem very happy, so he spoke.

Trist didn't want to continue the topic at all, and instead said coldly: "In the past five hundred years, I have seen many spell masters, your ability is very special, as long as you hand over that spatial ability, I can consider sparing your life." ”

"Wait, you weren't sent by Dalton to kill me?" Hawkins asked rhetorically.

Trist frowned, "I don't know any Dalton, answer my question, mortal!"

“......”

Hawkins had a wonderful feeling for a moment.

He suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, when he was playing tricks on a certain planet, there was a king who had madly sacrificed the lives of thousands of his people just to see him.

At that time, he appeared before the king and said, "What do you want, mortal?"

The king did not make a request, but fell on his knees and praised him with flowery rhetoric.

He was impatient, and shouted, "Answer my question, mortal!"

It's a familiar line, in fact, he's said it at least a thousand times, because creatures have too many joys, sorrows, and too many prayers.

So in the end he simply stopped showing up, watching that planet prosper and watch that planet decline.

"I'm mortal, so what do you think you are?"

Hawkins sighed slightly, looked at Trist and asked.

Suddenly, Trist appeared behind Hawkins, put a finger on Hawkins' neck, and said proudly: "Maybe no one in the seven seas has heard of it, above the sorcerer is God, and I am God!"

"Coincidentally, I used to be considered gods by many beings, although it seemed to me that it was only because they were not very intelligent. Hawkins smiled slightly.

Thinking that Hawkins was talking about a lie to fool the villagers in the poor countryside who had never seen the world, Trist sneered: "The god I am talking about is the real god, not your fantasy built up by lies and deception. ”

"No, I know what you mean, if you don't believe me, why don't we go and meet together...... God, see if your god is more genuine, or my god is more genuine!" Hawkins smiled.

A ripple appeared under their feet, and they were caught off guard, and both of their feet fell into the ripples.

Trist naturally didn't want to sit still, so in an instant, a beam of light shot through Hawkins's neck, but his feet had been swallowed up by ripples, so his body still sank into the ripples quickly.

"How is it possible that the ability to continue to activate even after a person dies?"

Trist's face changed, and he wanted to activate the power of immutability, but the whole person had already passed through the ripples.

Eternal space, Yazhong Island, the lawn is verdant.

Hawkins' body fell to the grass at the same time as Trist, Trist glanced at Hawkins indifferently, then frowned slightly, his body stiffened, and he felt that there seemed to be great danger behind him, and the light was too wrong.

He swallowed, and after being mentally prepared, he jerked back to look behind him.

The next moment, his pupils reflected a brilliant golden light, his teeth made a 'gurgling' sound like a fight up and down, and every cell in his body was trembling wildly.

"Ahh Ahhhh Ahh Ahh Ah......h