At night, the sea is deep blue and almost black, dyed with a faint crimson, which is a little more calm and quiet than during the day.

The Blue Avenger was gently undulating with the waves, like a ghostly shadow, sailing towards the location of the red moon.

Alger Wilson stood at the bow of the boat, looking out at the waves in the distance, calm on the surface, but uncontrollable tension inside.

After all, no matter how many backhands he prepares, he is about to face the main force of the navy of a powerful country...... There was no guarantee that he would survive tomorrow's battle.

"I hope Mr. 'Fool' will bless me and everything will go well......"

As soon as Alger thought of this, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and he didn't have to look back to know that the sound was coming from the ship's newly equipped liaison officer.

After all, other seafarers who spend all year round don't wear the kind of hard-soled leather shoes that can make the deck crack.

"Captain, we just received a message from the Templar, let's return immediately!" The liaison officer took a copy of the telegram and said quickly.

- Due to the special nature of this mission, the privateers attacking the port were equipped with a radio station and a liaison officer, after all, these subordinate forces could not act together openly, and could only gather outside the port of Fusak, so maintaining contact became the top priority.

"Return?" Hearing this, Alger frowned, not obvious on the surface, but there was already a storm in his heart:

Could it be that ...... "world" has already succeeded? But it is a military port, and without the attack of our "cannon fodder", I am afraid that it will not be so easy to steal out the sea monster by relying on the "world" alone......

Was it Mr. "Fool" who helped? After reclaiming the authority of the sea, he was more like a sea god than Kavituwa, and his power was no longer limited to the Rorsted Islands!

Alger took the telegram from the liaison officer's hand as he speculated, and after a few glances, he found that it was only a simple command, and there was no further information.

After a moment of thought, Alger called the adjutant and, after showing the Templar's telegram, announced the "return flight".

The crew immediately cheered, after all, everyone knew the danger of this mission, and now they didn't have to go to death, so they were naturally happy.

But there are also a few people who stay where they are after the joy, because they have borrowed loan sharks before leaving, enjoyed them for several days, and thought that they would not have to care about their creditors after death, but now they have to face the cruel "reality".

Ignoring the joys and sorrows of the sailors, Alger went straight back to the captain's quarters, sealed the room spiritually, and prayed reverently:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

Immediately afterwards, Alger's expression gradually became sluggish, and after a long time, he muttered:

"I was ambushed by an angel......

"But it worked......

"Gotta add money?"

At the same time, on the "Trident".

Klein, who was about to "teleport" away with an ice cube sealed with "strawberries", also heard Abner's "deliberate" admonition:

"Don't forget the £30,000 donation."

Klein took out the "Endless Teleportation Book" and paused, but in order to maintain Gelman's character, he still nodded "indifferently", indicating that he understood.

Only Miss Sharon, who was attached to him, felt Sherlock's stiffness for a moment.

……

Silver City, lightning pierced the sky, lighting up all the streets.

Derick Berg walked out of his house, pinned his hurricane axe, and headed for the Twin Towers north of the city.

Along the way, he met many residents of Silver City, some of them were busy, some were sending their children to receive general education, and some were in groups of three or five, patrolling every corner to prevent some from accidentally dying at home and becoming terrifying evil spirits before being terminated by their loved ones.

The presence of these people made Silver City seem very lively, and Daerik could occasionally hear the laughter and laughter of the children.

He couldn't help but think back to his previous life in the afternoon town camp, there were only a dozen or twenty humans he could meet every day, and most of the time he had to stay in a sturdy but cramped building, and outside were monsters hiding in the house in the dark, they were swept away again and again, and they came out of nowhere again and again, so that every member of the exploration team had a sense of powerlessness from the heart, as if they couldn't get real safety no matter what, and they would never be at ease, and they had to do their best at any time, There can be no slackness.

Fortunately, Silver City has a well-established rotation system, and Derick had already returned with the first exploration team a few days ago, but he was inevitably quarantined and only released today.

And after a few days of rest, he also felt that his mental state had reached the best state, and he could take magic potions and be promoted to "notary".

As for the main materials for potions, one of them has been exchanged from a three-way deal with Mr. "Tower" and "Mr. Moon", while another extraordinary material, the tail feathers of the Covenant Spirit Bird, has been specially approved by the "Chief" Colin Iliad and can be obtained from the treasury of Silver City.

Once promoted, I'll be eligible to pick a non-high-order magical item...... Thinking a little wistfully, Derik quickened his pace and arrived at the Twin Towers in the north of the city.

While the material warehouses and magical items are inside the Round Tower, watched by the Council of Six, Derrick's destination is the Minaret, as there is a merit exchange point.

He was just about to enter the spire when his inspiration suddenly struck, and he subconsciously looked up at the upper floors of the round tower, only to see a woman in a purple black robe standing behind the window, looking down at him.

The other party has silver-gray curly hair, pale gray eyes and a gorgeous face, and it is none other than a member of the "Council of Six", "Shepherd" Lovia!

During the eye contact between the two, Luo Wei's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, but her expression did not change at all, and she even nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

She's not greeting me, she's greeting the one behind me...... Suddenly, Darek had an understanding.

This stems from the experience he has gradually accumulated under the tutelage of the Tarot congregation.

He nodded in response, and was just about to withdraw his gaze, but Elder Luovia's voice suddenly came from his ears:

"I need you to bring a message to Mr. 'Tower' and ask him, 'Remember the promise made 203 years ago?' ”

……

Sunday evening.

Beckland, villa at 28 Kings Street.

After a day of "education", Abner finally made a rule with the scepter that contained the characteristics of the "Mother of the Desolation", so that its eating became "regular".

As the "creator" of the scepter, this should not be difficult, but because Abner is currently in the midst of "bad luck", and under the influence of this, the "scepter" also happens to enter the "rebellious" stage of "human", so it takes more energy.

And the reason why Abner will take "bad luck" is because in the previous battle with the "Glory", he used the uniqueness of the "Wheel of Fortune" to force 1 point for the opponent, and naturally he will receive a certain amount of backlash.

Just "bad luck", not "bad luck" or "bad luck", is already a good result.

But even so, the time for Abner, who had completely digested the "Prophet", to become the "Insight" of Sequence 3 had to be postponed, after all, there was a great risk in taking potions, and it was not appropriate to advance when taking "bad luck".

"Fortunately, this 'bad luck' will only last for a week, and it will not affect major events......

"However, this week I still try to go out as little as possible, and only nest at home to study the mythical bioform, it just so happens that my understanding of the incomplete mythical biomorphology of the two 'negative' pathways, 'cultivator' and 'witch', is still a little worse."

As soon as Abner thought of this, he heard a knock at the door, and the butler he hired brought him an invitation.

The invitation came from Hilbert, the eldest son of Earl Hall, inviting him to attend the ball at Hall's house tomorrow night.

"Okay...... I don't know if 'bad luck' and 'calamity' will happen to this ball? ”

Abner, who was holding the exquisite invitation, couldn't help but complain.

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon of Monday, in the ancient hall above the gray mist, as a crimson light appeared on both sides of the long table, a new tarot meeting began.

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