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When the door opened, Magellan was greeted by a strange maid.

He was tall but well proportioned, with a healthy wheat complexion, curly brown shawl hair, and a face that looked about twenty years old with a familiar smile. A maid outfit outlines no undulating curves, but her legs are long and her waist is thin, and she doesn't look bland.

Magellan sat on the sofa, looked at the stranger, thought for a long time, and finally squeezed out a Greeting in Francis: "Stupid pig?"

"Good afternoon, Professor Magellan," said the maid, speaking fluent Bretanian, "I am Dantès." ”

Magellan began to shake his head: "It can't ......"

He could see that the maid was not joking, although she had a smile on her face. Magellan remembers very well that there was no trace of femininity in the morning Dantès's movements, and that there was an Adam's apple and an unshaved stubble on his chin. And the maid in front of her, without the Adam's apple, has a hint of charm in her gestures, and a thin layer of fluff on her chin.

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

"Dontès Edmond, I'm sorry, you look a little troubled?" said the maid and laughed.

Magellan shook his head helplessly: "Give me some time......"

He had already believed the maid's words, but found it a little difficult to accept.

"The royal purchasers of the king of the world are all ...... Is it strong?"

"I'm the strongest of them all. The maid's smile made her look more mature, the opposite of the teenager just now.

"How did you do that?"

"Shadow," the maid walked into the room, standing in front of Magellan, so that he could see half of the curvaceous calf, "any three-dimensional object, the shadow on the surface can create an illusion, and this illusion is even more pronounced in the case of a human face." It's amazing, isn't it? For a person, even if they look the same, a little difference in temperament can still make two people completely different, but if you want to become no longer you, you just need to pretend to be a stranger. ”

"Does it have to be like this?"

"I'm sorry, profession needs," the maid put a hand to her mouth and smiled like a fox that had just eaten a chicken, "I hope this doesn't bother you." ”

"There's only one question," Magellan said as he lay on the couch and spread his hands, "are you a man or a woman?"

"I'm sorry, I can tell you, but then I have to kill you," the maid said with no apologies on her face at all, "Do you really want to know?"

Magellan shook his hand and stood up: "Let's go, take me to the treasury." ”

......

In a tall building, Magellan saw the numerous collections of the kings of the world.

It's a bit of a library, and Magellan thinks it's similar to a mage's treasure trove—it makes it difficult for anyone trying to find a particular thing.

Fortunately, this time Magellan has a guide.

Dantès led him around the wooden frames with great skill, and finally stopped in front of one.

"It was a gift from a king who picked out some of the trophies of the Armada that he didn't like and gave them to His Majesty, who was not yet the king of the world at the time. ”

"It's all pagan stuff, and it's hard he's reluctant to throw it into the fire. ”

"That's what Your Majesty tells you to see. The maid pointed to the small silver box and showed it to Magellan.

He removed the box from the shelf and opened the lid.

"Please come with me, you will definitely need a comfortable sofa and a cup of hot tea. ”

Magellan followed Dantès to a small room, sat down at the desk, and took out the contents of the box.

It was several parchment scrolls sealed with rope, and judging by the number of scrolls, it was an ancient artifact of astonishing value. Magellan took out a roll of parchment, opened it and placed it on the table.

"Diary ...... of a Captain Theros"

All of the parchment rolled up is part of this diary, and in terms of sheer volume, it is the most word-count of any ancient Theros artifact in existence. And in terms of content, Magellan felt that it was also enough to make Sir Cook crazy.

The main content of this diary is one of the things that the ancient Athenian captain did, which was to snatch the statue of the god cut into several pieces from the Satsa navy who transported the statue of Athena, and find an island to hide.

After a hurried glance, Magellan put down the parchment and let out a long sigh.

"No wonder the king of the world has confidence ......"

At the bottom of the silver box, under the parchment, there was a Bible of Scientology, and Magellan took out this large thick book, opened it, and saw a pirate's diary written in the corner of it.

This other diary, unlike the one on the parchment, was full of nonsense and bullshit, and Magellan forced himself to turn through half of it, and finally saw what he wanted to see.

It was an interrogation, and the author of the diary was proud of his cruelty, when in fact he did have the capital, because the Black Sail pirate he was interrogated told everything he knew, just to die sooner.

Both the pirate and the pirate of the Black Sails were once the owners of the parchment, and the interrogation was conducted by the author of the diary to inquire about the origin of the parchment and the whereabouts of the goddess.

Like all pirate loot, the scrolls come from a loot that was victimized by a wealthy man in a small seaside town, and the parchment scrolls were one of the collateral he had obtained from a loan shark. The whereabouts of the statue of the goddess are unknown, and according to the speculation of the two pirates, the captain eventually buried the idol on an island that was already a reef where skilled smugglers came and went, but never saw any islands.

Despite this, the Interrogator gave the Black Sail Pirate a hard time, and he was naturally optimistic that the treasure was for him. Of course, this was not the case, and before he could once again embark on a voyage to find the statue of the goddess, the pirate captain who believed in Scientology died at the hands of one of the sailors of the Armada, and before that the treasure had fallen into his hands.

Magellan finally finished the Scientology classic, full of miswords and shamelessness, and the maid duly placed a dessert in his hand.

"There's good news, isn't it?" the smile on her face made her involuntarily relax, "Sweets will make the good mood last longer." ”

"Thank you. Magellan smiled and picked up the teacup, he picked up his fork and put a piece of dessert in his mouth, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"It's a pity, according to the information on the parchment, the island where the statue of the goddess is hidden is probably really sunk to the bottom of the sea. ”

Hearing the maid say this, Magellan smiled.