"Knock ......"

It was as if someone had been knocked on a stick, and it took several seconds for the dysfunctional brain to accept the reality. The man tried to open his eyes, but the unknown thugs seemed to think of this, and quickly put a stinky black cloth over the tip of his nose, and in a daze, it was black again.

"Boom!" "Bang!" several more hits, the uncontrollable pain causing the man to let out a groan, and in the meantime he took a second to control his profanity switch - which did little to provoke the attacker. He tried to reach his waist, where in addition to a beautifully shaped cavalry flintlock pistol, a one-handed sword that lacked maintenance, and a few bits and pieces that the powerful spellcaster disparaged as "gadgets" were the means by which he could get out of his current predicament.

However, even his unawake mind knew that this was impossible, and it was impossible for these attackers to attack and leave him with a hole card to save his life.

Sure enough, there wasn't even one. He was kicked to his stomach with the vulgar shouts and vicious curses of the abuser, and the wet and filthy touch met his sore head, and he felt with his nose that the plane he was kissing vigorously was not the ground, but the soaked wooden deck......

Deck, boat, I'm at sea. How much wine did I drink last night? Who are these people? A series of memories or questions flashed through his head, and he gradually figured out his situation. However, this meant nothing for his personal safety.

His senses were also recovered from the beating, and the falling rain, the salty and wet smell of the sea mixed with the smell of alcohol, and the noisy and cheerful human voices gradually poured into his five senses after the pain.

"Spare me...... Spare me!" he begged in a low voice, curling up against the floor like an earthworm hunched over, exposed to the sun, "gentlemen, the camaraderie we drank together last night, hissed...... That's it...... Whew, isn't it worth a penny?"

You can clearly feel the beaters pause in their movements, as if their begging worked. The man couldn't help but secretly thank himself for his hypocritical, enthusiastic and smiling self last night. At the same time, his covered eyes felt a faint glimmer of light through the black cloth, presumably the thug between him and the sunlight crouched down.

"Who do you think you are?disciple of the First Astrologer of Navarre?you amateur, second-rate, shameless liar!" The man knew something was wrong, but he was grabbed by the collar by the thug. A suppressed, violent, triumphant voice sprayed his face along with the heavy bad breath.

"I apologize to you, sir, but I guess there must be something wrong......" He was about to plead, but his hands that tried to push the thug in front of him were cut back by the sweary man from behind.

"Bang!" someone hit him with a stick in the head, and the pain caused him to lose consciousness and collapse on the deck.

He hadn't been able to figure out exactly how many people were involved in the beating, but none of that mattered.

Who do you think you are?disciple of Navarre's First Astrologer?......

(Dream)

No, I'm just Murphy.

"Name?", "Murphy. Mozi's ink, Fangfei's Fei. "Age?", "20 years old. "Why did he kill someone", "He molested my girlfriend...... Classmates", "Girlfriend is still a classmate, you make it clear!", "Classmate. "Then you're going to kill him?"

"Do you want to try it instead?" man, no, Murphy sneered to himself. However, he said carefully: "He overdosed on his own powder, and I didn't do anything heavy, I just wanted to teach him a lesson." I didn't expect ...... either."

Whether in his previous life or now, when he is about to die without dignity, Murphy has lied countless times. This time, however, he did tell the truth. As a highly educated college student, it was difficult for him to accept the fact that he had taken someone's life with his own hands.

At least, at the time, he had a hard time accepting it.

However, the police officer who asked the question was solemn, and he was silent for only a second to sympathize with it, because he was getting older, and the countless cases he had handled had made him develop the habit of not believing any prisoner's exoneration, not to mention that Murphy's speech was not very good.

"How long is the sentence?" the officer asked again.

"5 years, I don't know if I can reduce my ...... if I perform well"

"I can't say irresponsible things to you. But you have to reform well! Strive for leniency! There are only five years in life!" the officer said solemnly.

Yes, there are not many 5 years in life, but I did it all over again. Murphy thought with a wry smile. The thugs' last thrust was still in their ears, along with the officer's words.

(Reality)

The salty sea breeze woke Murphy from the beating. He didn't stay in a coma for long, and the blood that flowed backwards on the top of his head made him realize that he had been hung by his hands behind his back. He tried to move, and there was a sharp pain all over his body, especially the one on his head, and it was a miracle that he didn't kill him.

"Spare me. Leonard, Mr. Leonard, I have not offended you!" Although the black cloth in front of him had not yet been lifted, the pointing around him let Murphy know that his actions were under the watchful eye of the crowd, which was not a good sign, so he begged for mercy loudly, although there was little hope.

The name Leonard was the only thing he remembered when he was halfway drunk. It was the name of the only thug who asked questions during the beating of him, and he was the fiercest sailor on the ship, the Beer Keg. Murphy had some vague guesses as to why he was in this situation. But he can only hope that this inexplicable group fight took place under Leonard's instructions, so that he still has a slight chance of surviving.

However, the laughter of the crowd made him realize how wrong he was. In particular, Leonard himself is included in these laughs and curses.

"This stupid fellow!"

"Who does he think he's offended? Leonard, an idiot from this kingdom. ”

......

"Looks like you're not awake yet. Little trick businessman. ”

There was a grim voice with an Orus accent in my ears. Murphy was impressed, not least because Olus was a marquisate on the northwestern frontier of the kingdom of Navarre, which was rich in hunters and bandits. What's more, in general, the Olus should have had little contact with the pirates that were rampant in the seas southeast of the kingdom.

However, Murphy had just been drinking with the Olus man on this ship the previous night. As they laughed heartily through the wine, Leonard, the fierce sailor, nodded and refilled the man's glass.

Murphy felt a chill in his life, if the planned beating or even murder against him involved the Oluthian, it would be difficult for him to survive.

Before he could reply, the owner of the voice strode towards him. The smell of the sea hit his nostrils, and the twin crises of physical and mental hygiene forced him to writhe, but he was hung upside down by the shear in vain.

"They say that the people of Olus smell like sheep's flesh, but I don't think that's true. "When death was approaching, Murphy still had the leisure to complain secretly.

"Morris, you really don't know whether you live or die, and dare to deceive me on my ship!"

Maurice Lorraine, this is Murphy's name after being reborn.

Along with the spittle and the stars, there was a cold, sharp dagger. The pirate leader, the Auluth, lifted his blindfold and went from being beaten from a hangover to fainting and hanging upside down, the first time Morris had his eyes properly opened.

He saw the old ship's side below the tip of his nose, and a few meters to his right, the foaming water. The Olus men held daggers at his neck, and twenty or thirty ragged men surrounded him on the side of the ship with a smirk, and it was evident that the days of wandering on the ocean had made them desperately need something to stimulate their nerves.

"These scavenging vultures. Morris spat to himself.

"What's the matter, Morris, can't you say anything now?, and sell me your proud little tricks!" a false smirk appeared on the fierce Oluth's scarred face, and he grabbed Murphy's throat so hard that he couldn't breathe. "Are you scared? I thought the noble casters were fearless. ”

There was a boo, mixed with vulgar profanity. "Hang him!" shouted the men, "Hang the people of this kingdom!"

Morris closed his eyes, he was honestly terrified, he had never faced the malice of others so directly in two lives, which made him tremble, but the hemp rope tied to his body soaked in water made him unable to even struggle.

But the big man of Aulus refused to let him go, and he punched Morris in the face so hard that his eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain from his mouth.

"I have watched hangings in the ports of the kingdom," said the Olusians, playing with their daggers, and feigning inadvertentness, "It is impudent and cruel for them to hang my sea-begging compatriots who have been caught in their misfortune ...... hanging them in public."

"The dregs of those kingdoms ......", "barbarians who think they are in a civilized world......" There was laughter around them, with Leonard's voice being the most prominent. The Olus waved his hand to stop them, and he continued with a frown, "Those well-dressed Kingdom soldiers put ropes through their necks and let them walk up to a high platform in the middle of the air, where there was a small mechanism. While my poor compatriots were subjected to the invective of the ignorant people, the soldiers snickered and pulled the mechanism, and then the planks under the feet of the poor people who were tortured parted, but they could not fall. The hemp rope around their necks would lift them up, and they would suffocate to death, and the only thing they could do during that time was to keep kicking their legs, as if to kick off the ill-fitting boots under their feet......"

"Would you like to try it, my dear Mollis. The Olus looked at him with a smile.

"Don't panic, Murphy. He's just scaring you......" Morris admonished himself in his heart, "or he could have killed you while you were asleep, and he wouldn't have had to put up such a big battle." ”

Gregory must have asked for something in this way.

However, the fear in his heart spread, and the sound of the tide lapping and the vibration of the ship as it sailed were gradually ignored by him. He was seized by the horror between life and death, and the noise of twenty or thirty pirates around him was used as a backdrop for him to slowly move away.

"Don't panic, Murphy. You were born again, and you didn't die for the sake of absurdity. You must at least understand his motives. Murris reminded himself again, taking a deep breath, "And there's hope for you." ”

The caster is not helpless just because he loses the casting material. He recalled what his teacher had said to him.

Morris finally calmed down, though it didn't get any better.