Gunther suggested, "Take the teleporter to Shielding Station 46 so you can get straight into the hunter's area." ”。

"I'll get Document Five and your travel documents in order soon. ”

The group thanked Gunther and walked out. Once again, Gwen reverted to her invisible intern form, and the burly men blocked the cavity recorder and pushed away the nosy reporters, who were screaming for blood.

Gunther turned, and a pile of reports caught his curious gaze. The most important of these: Preliminary Site Survey - Watson Bay Shielding Station.

Regret.

Moyer knows regret, just like knowing an old lover who has been abandoned.

He hated the feeling, but like a moth to a fire, he kept coming back to her arms and sucking her gorgeous ** with the ferocity of a newborn baby.

He escapes the ancient country and begins a new, carefree life in the frontier city, however all he does is pack his bags one by one and get embroiled in a dazzling display of love debt.

Is he a playboy? Moyer certainly doesn't think so. He's not the kind of guy who would go and hit women or use their injuries to satisfy his self-esteem. He's not a lascivious or addicted man for lovemaking, Moyer just prefers to be with women more than most—their smell, their beauty, their gentle voices, and the dizziness he feels when they take his arm to comfort him.

The only problem is that he can't stand the responsibilities that come with possessiveness. Wanting to start a family, settle down, strangle him to death with a collar called breadwinner, and ask him to pick up the child after school.

Moyer can't do that.

Helena once asked him to explain himself, so Moyer imparted the wisdom that Moyer Song could not be a stereotyped husband when the confessor defended himself and evoked people to shoot fireballs.

Moyer explains, like the way of the world.

Just as water flows down from high and a dragon hatches into a hermaphrodite, he is a man who always can't help but fall in love when he meets a beautiful woman.

After a serious accident at the shield station, he used the teleportation scroll of the psychotic dust mage to take himself away. He ended up at City Hall, a place far enough away that if a mage took the Raven's Path to his destination, it wouldn't be far from Rossbay.

His daughter needs to be rescued, and Moyer feels a responsibility not to pick her up from school once. At least this time, he told himself that he should. It will be a bloody and dangerous rescue, after which he will fulfill his father's duties and can live peacefully with his fragile conscience.

He had walked less than a dozen blocks before the tide pods used by the merfolk began to pour down on the city, scattering fish heads of all shapes and sizes on the city's wide streets.

Moyer believes that merfolk are a strange group that likes to raid human cities, and equally unjustifiably when people take into account the insignificant interests of the army in logistical expenses. He had heard the popular narrative that they were out for revenge, after all, that humans had eaten a whole bunch of fish, and there was also the idea that the war against humanity was a holy crusade issued by the maritime priests to reduce overpopulation.

The theory of overpopulation has met with resistance in academic circles. After all, if this assumption is true, why bother attacking human cities and captives? Why not go to human cities to declare sushi and sashimi? Moyer believes that humans can handle as much seafood as they do when a mermaid goes out to sea. If that's the case, the Sea Lords can reduce their numbers and trade for goods and services!

After surviving the northern front, Moyer had little sympathy for the stupid wildlings who ignored the refuge demands and still roamed the streets aimlessly.

There was no sympathy at all, until he found a cute brunette woman being dragged into an alley by two brutes who looked like thugs.

Immediately, his blood rose.

For God's sake, they were in danger! A terrible attack on the city! Just a few blocks away, a merfolk cleaved people to pieces with their claws, tearing them to pieces! How could these wild men behave like such animals at such a time?!

"Salt skin!"

Moyer's body is covered in a smooth layer of pink crystalline salt, which is covered with a thin film that forms a featureless mask. One of his favorite signature spells, he spent quite some time carving the spell to make the deformed carapace look like a set of medieval crystal white armor with a slight marbled pink tint, giving him a chivalrous, albeit anonymous, temperament.

With a loud bang, Moyer landed in the alley. Inside, he accosted a struggling woman who was halfway stripped with a knife. He glanced at her disheveled clothes and threw two pieces of single-molecule salt at the gangster. The sound of a crystal cannonball slicing through flesh and bones was silky, like a finely ground Frunser carving ham into a bone, piercing the limbs.

The men furrowed.

"Miss, are you alright?" Moyer lifted the woman up. She had erratic eyes, a mess of mascara, and rosy lips that were a little stained. This scene was so exciting that Moyer's mind wandered in his own danger zone.

"Thank you...... Thank you. "The woman avoided the whimpering men beside her, one holding a squirting arm, the other trying to piece his legs together, they were my colleagues - I didn't... I didn't expect ......"

"The shelter is over there. Moyer held her, and she stumbled out of the alley, her clothes torn and covered in blood. He pulled out a jacket and hung it over her shoulders so that she wouldn't attract other unkind glances.

Moyer wanted to get out of there at the moment, but the sight of her sorting out her clothes in frustration and a sign of despair flashing in her eyes boosted his protective instincts. Finally, he made a quick detour and sent the woman to the entrance of the shelter, where several militia mages presided over and guided the people into the bunker.

Moyer returned to Rossby, determined to get to Gwen as soon as possible. His daughter became the target of some very nasty people, and the point was that he found her before the other, more evil forces.

Moyer turns the corner, only to see a group of merfolk taking down a group of militia mages. The mages were pushed back by the burly crab people, who served as shields for the weak fish heads. In appearance, the carapace of the crustacean surpasses the level 1-2 aerial spells used by novice summoners. As a living striking ram, the beasts smashed Abjur's earth shield and snatched the poor bastard with a single stroke of their claws. When two burly crustaceans pull him away like a blood sausage piñata, it's just too much for the one who evokes him.

Moyer's forehead was full of wrinkles. That is why amateurs are useless in war.

As he was leaving, one of the women ripped off her bulky headscarf, revealing gray-blond curls that set off a dazzling face. The girl looked young, perhaps in her teens, or at most in her early 20s, when she fled from the merfolk on all fours, screaming bloody murder. Moyer stopped in mid-air, hesitating. He had to save his daughter! But how could he let these magicians be defenseless and destined for fish food?

The second evoker stumbled to her hand, the fragments of her hand blurred with severe abrasions. When the first girl went to help her, she threw away her backpack and headscarf, revealing a similar head of flaxen-colored hair, stained with sweat and blood.

Sister!Moyer's heart was pounding. It would be a tragedy if their mother, who must also have been a lovely blonde head nurse, lost two children in one day. As a magician with extraordinary powers, it is his responsibility to ensure that these young women live one more day.

Behind the two girls, the shapeshifter who tried to pull up from behind was too vulnerable to withstand the brutal merfolk's attacks. Even with the bark skin and increased strength, he found himself trapped between a dozen crab claws, suspended in the air, while the Coral Trident stabbed him like a kabab.

Scarily, some merfolk began to eat, digging out the young man's internal organs, liver, heart, and brain, just as he screamed and begged for mercy.

Seeing their companions being eaten alive, the girls no longer wanted to resist. They fell, exhausted by all their courage and strength, and instead of passing the test of fighting or fleeing, they chose to be paralyzed. Moyer is amazed at their gamble - do the girls want mermaid men to be interested in living prisoners, and if they are captured, something more terrible awaits them than death.

As one of the fish heads approached with a net sprinkled with seaweed, the sisters found themselves looking up at a salt-shelled demigod.

"Filthy beast," Moyer spat out to know man's retribution!

The modified flames emerge from the thin air and slam the merfolk with incredible force. Negative energy floods the surrounding space and drains the merfolk's life. At the same time, the crystal shards penetrate deep into their skin, cutting into elastic joints between their carapaces, drawing water out of their bodies.

Don't be nervous, Moyer grinned. It's like a lobster with garlic butter hanging out.

The elemental power of salt is very effective against water-based organisms, simply because it has the negative effect of drying. Even if the merfolk survived the initial explosion, the loss of water from their bodies guaranteed that their organs would eventually collapse soon after.

The merfolk furrowed.

Moyer turned to the two women, who were now worshipping him with doe-like eyes. The last survivor of the five, with a mediocre appearance and a stout build, fled the scene.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, Mags!"

"Thank you, sir!"

"I'm June and it's summer. ”

"We owe you our lives!"

The girls are very happy that at the last moment, a mage with rare mineral elements will come to their rescue. Moyer looked at the two women, their faces were similar, but they both had their own unique charms. The tall man has freckles on his nose, which gives her a precious air of vigor and youthful energy, and the short man has large, dull eyes that suggest that she shows a high degree of compliance in low levels of situational awareness.

"I'm glad you're okay. Moyer landed and was happy with his efforts.

June and summer are now disheveled, and tattered clothes expose the body of the elegant surfer under the robe.

"I should escort you to safety," Moyer announced that the shelter was not far from here. ”

"We need to join our battle group," one of the girls replied guiltily, recalling the cowardice of the crab boys when they defeated the spell.

"Okay, I'll take you there, just show me the right direction. ”

Unfortunately, another battle awaits him. When they reach the FOB of the girls, he finds the leader of their tattered tag battle group locked in a scuffle. The militias were guarded with furniture, cars, road signs, and any other opportunistic BRICS they could find. More than 30 of them were dodging hundreds of ferocious mermaids, led by a burly shark and reptile.

Without saying a word, Moyer threw a blade barrier around the barricades, instantly turning the mermaid assault into a sashimi dinner. As the pink crystal blade spins, the shark leader roars and challenges Moyer.

Moyer walked towards the shark-headed beast. He's not stupid enough to fight. Instead, as he approaches Captain Shark and his guards, he drops a salt cone. As usual, the dry spell is too much for the fishermen. When the magic passed, all that was left was funny dried fish, wearing armor and holding half-magic deep-sea weapons.

The leader of the militia, a young officer named Katie Rhodes, introduced herself and pleaded in front of Moyer, showing the most heartfelt prostration she could show.

Moyer examined the young commander. She cut her hair around her ears short, and her brown eyes were full of hope and vitality that gave her face a long-lasting quality that made one want to embrace its beautiful symmetry and beautiful curves. Moyer felt her heart pound and felt a little lost in her innocent face.

"Thank you, sir, for saving us...... "The girl's eyes were so bright! so intimate and familiar, so beautiful—

Moyer blinked.

Bad luck! Gwen!

Without saying a word, Moyer strengthened his resolve and flew into the sky, no longer staring at the movement on the ground below.

Gwen!he told himself. I'm coming!

He found his wayward daughter.

Although the results were more contradictory than Moyer had hoped. No tearful rescue, no cries for help. Instead, he had to act as a witness to her mutilation of a poor turf. Afterward, watching her soar into the sky with a green glow, he realized that his daughters had all grown up. At that moment, he felt like a useless father who had neglected his daughter for years, and when he finally found her again, she was married to a 7-foot-tall motorcyclist holding a three-year-old baby with a sage mullet. Then, the husband on the bike turned to Moyer and asked, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Fuck it," Moyer recalled, and he found himself estranged me right away. ”

His first goal is to find a way to return to his peaceful life and keep a low profile as a useless confessor at the end of the whole thing. Of course, with all the drama taking place at the shield station, the department will not be too interested in the senior technicians who have deserted their posts.

At least that's his naïve hope.

Instead, just as he meets an ex-husband and he tricks her into offering him a temporary shelter, a message spell blooms in his head.

Unlike personal information spells, this symbol is silver, indicating that it is coming from a government agency.

"," Moyer said to himself I'm sorry, Margaery, I have to take this. ”

The woman with the pseudonym kissed him on the shoulder and left without even a strip of cloth. Moyer marvels at the gentle and soft curves of her body and envies their good fortune, and even though it has been many years since their last tryst, she has remained healthy and ripe like a ripe mango.

"Moyer Song. The voice was solemn and majestic.

"Really?"

"I'm Gunther Schultz, the interim director of the Sydney Tower. I invoke Article 7, Article 5.7.8 of the Border Generals. I am calling you to serve your duties during martial law. ”

"Why? I'm just a bad giveaway. What can I do?" protested Moyer.

"That's not what Katie said, Mr. Song. ”

"I don't know who it is. ”

"Maybe I'll be more convincing if I call you by your new title?"

Moyer frowned. What's that name?

"Pink Salt is a savior. ”

Moyer choked on spittle.

"It's ridiculous!"

"Still, I have a request that you can't refuse. Talking about your amazing deeds in the headlines doesn't mean anything to us. ”

"We'll think about it. ”

"From your colorful past, the same. From the old country to the new one, a lot of women are wondering where you went. ”

“... I'm listening. ”

"Good, because you don't want to refuse my offer anyway. This involves Gwen, and your refusal to participate will directly endanger her. ”

"Get the hell out of me. "Moyer has a sense of loss.

"It's not that bad. "Gunther's voice hovers between entertainment and self-control, and if you attend, I will guard your talents for you. Otherwise, you can be a well-known public figure ready to spend the rest of your life in Oceania. ”

"No, no," Moyer quickly gave in, and if it was for Gwen, I would have done it. ”

"Very well," Gunther replied, saying that you would meet her at Sulya's estate. I have a team ready to go. ”

"Where?" Moyer began to wonder. "Who else is in the manor?"

"Go to the Black Zone," Gunther said, and thankfully your wife and son, as well as their stepfather, remained safe and sound on the estate. They are eagerly waiting for your arrival. ”

Moyer groaned silently. He was glad Percian was safe and sound, and Gwen was fine, but the mere mention of Helena made his chest ache.

"Good luck," the paladin chanted, pleased with his recruitment and good hunting. ”

The Paladin quieted the information session.

Moyer felt his world go dark. He felt like a mermaid trapped in a crab pot. He hadn't thought about it before, but now he knew - there was indeed a fate worse than death.