Lukka remembers that when he first boarded the ship, the sea was still thick with fog. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But less than two hours later, when the huge ghost ship floated thirty meters above the sea, through the holes in the hull, it was bright sunlight that poured in.

"It's clear?" was the first thing Nora said when she opened her eyes.

"It's always sunny. Crete replied.

"How is that possible?" Ollie shook her head, "We couldn't see anything when we came......"

Her question went unanswered, as the ghost acted again.

He floated to the nearest hole at breakneck speed, reaching out and waving at the sea outside.

The sound of thunderous waves sounded below, and even if it wasn't in view, it was enough to imagine what a spectacular wave it was.

"It's useless, the sea can't touch it. Lukka shook his head and said, "You can't make a thick fog without seawater, can you?"

The ghost poked its head out and looked at the distance, knowing that the other man wasn't lying. He hesitated, but did not jump from the hole, as if he did not want to leave the boat.

But the next second, he never had a chance to run away again.

"Nora, stop him!" Lukka said.

Nora had dried her dress with flames and was about to put it on as she took the garnet necklace that Shut Up handed her. Hearing Lukka's words, she stopped her movements, held the necklace with one hand, so that her strength was only half suppressed, and with a volley of the other hand, more than a dozen fist-sized living flames flew out one after another, passing past the ghost, and when she was about to touch the entrance of the cave, it suddenly elongated, turning into a horizontal and vertical line of fire, combining into a flaming fence.

The ghost turned, trying to rush to another hole.

Nora moved faster, and the same flaming fence rose in front of him. Then to the left and right, and in a matter of seconds, the ghost was locked in this flame cage.

"Is he afraid of fire?" asked Ollie, a little worried.

"I'm afraid. Crete affirmed.

The ghost turned, still with Lukka in its eyes. He looked furious, gritting his teeth and panting.

Lukka said nonchalantly, "Don't gasp, you've been dead for years, haven't you?" ”

The ghost didn't say a word.

Luca continued: "Sure enough, when you leave the sea, you lose all your strength. I don't want to kill another dead man, get us and our ship out of this reef safely, and I'll let you go back to sea." ”

The ghost was still glaring at him viciously, and it took a long time for two words to be squeezed out between his teeth:

"Don't think!"

Lukka was helpless, the ghost was completely unreasonable.

"Well, then you will float in the sky, and we will pack up our things and leave. Lukka said, picking up his backpack on the ground, picking up the half-burned torch and stuffing it in, "Oh, by the way, the first time I've used magic like this, it's a bit too hard. I guess this ship will float for another hundred or two hundred years, and you will still be a ghost by then, right?"

He spoke, but he didn't stop in his hand, and pulled out the Amethyst Staff from under a pile of tattered wooden boards. The staff was covered with aquatic weeds, and the crystals at the top were completely covered in silt.

Lukka took out a rag from his bag and wiped it on his staff, and after a closer look, he suddenly exclaimed, "Shut up!

Shut up and flew over and took a closer look: "It's too dark here, you rush it to the light!"

Lukka turned around with his staff and raised it against Nora's flame cage, "Is there any?

Before he could speak, the ghost, who had been refusing to communicate, suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked loudly:

"Where did you steal this staff?!"

"Steal what you steal! this is my teacher at the Academy of Magic!" Luca said this with some confidence, his impression of the original owner of the staff, Professor Fez, was limited to a few reprimands in the classroom and the library, and even the surname of the person was later said by the little fat man Nick, and he still didn't know the name.

"Do you know Selva Fez?" the ghost asked again.

"Who?" Lukka regretted as soon as he spoke, if this was Professor Fez's real name, then he would have missed the bottom of his rhetorical question, and maybe he would really be taken for a thief who stole the staff.

But the ghost denied it: "No, it's been four hundred years. Selva Fez must have died a long time ago. ”

"Uh...... I don't know the person you're talking about, but the teacher I'm talking about is indeed surnamed Fez. Lukka was now sure that the ghost must have known something unusual, about the source of the magic, about the wizarding world, and even about the self-traversal itself.

There are so many mysteries in his mind that he wants to solve, and maybe this ghost is one of the pieces of the puzzle?

"I don't believe you!" the ghost's voice became angry again, "No way, the descendants of Fez will never pass on the staff to a blood mage!"

Lukka sighed, "I'll correct you." I'm a mage, yes, but I'm not a blood mage. ”

"You have the breath of blood magic on you!" shouted the ghost.

"Where?" Lukka circled around the flame cage in front of him, "you sniff again?"

The ghost was furious: "I'm not a dog! the breath of blood magic is not smelled, it is ......"

He paused suddenly, surprise written on his translucent face: "Why is it gone?"

"I'll just say no. Lukka said with an innocent face.

"No, I ...... just now" The ghost's mind was a little confused by Luca's nonsense, and he grabbed the horns of his helmet and twisted it vigorously.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Luca was afraid that he was so crazy that he couldn't ask anything, "There was just now!"

He nodded affirmatively at the ghost, "I'm here to find a source of magic power to heal the blood and magic damage on my body." I'm a victim of blood magic!"

After saying that, while the ghost was not paying attention, Lukka secretly glared at him, this is the instigator of blood magic. Shut up, close your eyes, and pretend to sleep.

The ghost lowered his head, as if to consider whether Lukka was lying.

After a long while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind: "You let me out, and we will make peace." ”

"No, what if you come out and regret it?"

The ghost thought for a moment and reached out to take off his helmet. He lifted the golden scepter and used the tip of the scepter to pull out a misty wisp of silver gas in the middle of a golden mess.

He solemnly said, "I, Daniel Morgan, swear by the ocean itself with this wisp of soul, and ...... This mage makes a covenant to answer all the questions he asks, and never to meet again!"

With that, the ghost used his scepter to lead the soul out of the cabin, and the soul floated out of the hole, and then spun and rushed downward, melting into the vast sea in an instant.

"Why don't you swear to the goddess of the sea?" asked Ollie suddenly.

The ghost named Daniel Morgan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand, slammed his helmet on the ground, and roared in a trembling angry voice: "Because, I spit on her!"