"This hell weather, it's cold to the bones, sit down and have a cup of hot tea!"

The four of them sat at the table, looking at the charts on the table, and the captain explained to them with a pipe. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"From here, we're going to Athens to resupply, and then we're going to that hellish place called Carlos...... I don't like it, and an old fellow once told me that there was a big shoal there, and that many old sailors had been killed......"

"We had to start this voyage from Carlos, the destination was the famous Dead Sea, what could be in there, and it was better to follow the route exactly. ”

"It's you guys, you have the final say, old man, but don't blame me for being too talkative, the route is to go straight in, tsk......"

Edward shook his head with another lanky and tall naval captain, looking at their gazes, still looking at each other.

"It's up to you, Professor Magellan. "The Count of Monte Cristo's voice was calm and magnetic, and when he spoke, he did look like a count.

"Ah, yes, it's all up to you. Edward smiled and patted Magellan on the shoulder.

......

Most of the seas in this land-fringed sea are calm, and the two large ships are full of old sailors, and the journey from Marseille to the present day has been calm.

The only problem is that Magellan is sick.

Both Edward's old buddies and Francy's royal navy ship doctor were helpless against his illness, and it was visible to the naked eye that Magellan's physical condition was getting worse and worse.

"That's not right, man," said Edward, standing in front of Magellan's bed with his pipe in his mouth, frowning, "I smell the strange smell of magic......

Magellan has always believed that he will not be affected by the practice of traditional kung fu, so this time he suffered a great blow both physically and mentally.

However, his heart is like a stone, and now, he is high-spirited and wants to prove that he will not be defeated, so at this time, although Magellan in front of the captain is in shape, he is in good spirits.

"You think it's a curse?"

Magellan struggled to speak, and it took him a long time to finish the sentence.

"That's right, the doctor doesn't know what to do, isn't that magic!"

"Possibly...... I have a friend in Arafa who understands this, and I hope he will have time to take a trip to Theros......"

Edward nodded: "Anyway, you don't have to do anything now, have a good rest, and we'll figure out a way when we get to Athens." ”

Magellan nodded the bed.

Not long after Edward left, the Count of Monte Cristo entered the room.

He looked more like an earl with a melancholy face.

"This disease will kill you. ”

"No, it's not that yet. Magellan's smile was pale and weak.

"Do something, think of a way, don't let you die here. ”

"Help me find the White Tower Master of Arafa, Shamir, and tell him that Magellan needs his help......"

For Magellan now, this sentence is too long, and it took him a long time and a lot of effort to finish it.

"Do you think that's a curse?"

Magellan shook his head, he could not speak, but he was sure in his heart that it was not a disease, or even a curse, but a blessing.

He had never forgotten the fisherman named Judel, and there was a puzzle.

If that underwater secret realm was intended for the heir chosen by the mage lord, then why should only ordinary people who could not master magic enter it?

One possibility is that that secret realm can give people the talent to control the essence.

This would explain what happened to Magellan, the transformation of a normal person's body into a mage's body, and that process was very painful and, extremely, dangerous.

Magellan wasn't sure if he would survive, after all, there was only a one percent chance of it, and he didn't want to sit still.

......

The rest of the voyage was very peaceful, but when they arrived in Athens, Magellan was carried off the ship.

In a small courtyard on the street with a view of the blue sea, Magellan met Shamir.

"You don't look good. ”

Magellan sat in the chaise longue and smiled at Shamir, then shook his legs.

The people in the yard heard the sound of the water inside the jar as it shook.

"That's the mage lord's magic......" Shamir sighed, "I didn't expect them to actually do it......"

"Is there any way to do it?"

"The young fisherman, Judel has changed his name. A smile flashed across Shamir's serious face, "He is married to the bakery's daughter and is going to inherit the owner's name." ”

"You mean ......"

Shamir nodded.

Magellan's expression of abrupt realization made his face look even more haggard.

"But I'm not going to change my name. ”

"You can have many names, I think, and multiple alpha names aren't bad, Professor Judel. ”

Magellan smiled helplessly: "Okay......"

"You may need a while, a good rest. Shamir smiled and stood up.

"Good luck. ”

Magellan watched Shamir leave, raised his hand in front of his eyes, and watched the sun shine through the translucent skin as if through the waves.

"Lord Earl, can this name be cursed?"

"Yes. The count's face was still a deep gloom in the bright sun," why do you ask this? ”

"Ancient Theros' magic would have been troublesome. ”

......

The Pope sat in front of the fireplace in the chapel and watched the flames rise and change.

In the firelight, a piece of wood was burned to ashes, and then in the ashes, a note was appearing.

It was like an image of a note being burned to ashes in an inverted version, and after the golden-red ring passed, a note full of words appeared.

The old man frowned, waiting for the flames to go out.

"Martin, my child ......"

The flames were extinguished, and the chapel returned to darkness.

"How I wish I could replace you ......"

The old man's whispers echoed in the darkness.

"How I wish you wouldn't have to bear the sin of killing innocents......"

"God, why does the fragment of divine power bind to the person who carries it...... Maybe it's true, because God was made in His image, so man has divinity......"

"Why...... My child is going to fight against a god...... I am so old, so weak, so ordinary, a collection of all the weaknesses of humanity, why would my enemy be a god of despair......"

"Ah...... The enemy of God will only be ...... God"

He asked himself questions, and there was something inhuman about the language that made people shudder.

That's why God needs a substitute. ”

"Humans have always learned not to be in awe. ”

He stood up, and in the darkness, a pair of golden eyes lit up.

In the middle of the gold is a dazzling cross, which seems to symbolize something.