The hook-nosed Orton looked down and looked at the forbidden life line on his hand, and his expression instantly became desperate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He knew very well what the felonies he had committed in the depths of the sea, and what would be a tragic fate if he were sent to the Inquisition of the Arcanist Guild.

"Kill me..."

Orton sat on the ground full of decadence, his elegant arcane robe torn through the sand and stones, and his face was completely devoid of its original arrogance. "If I were to be captured in the Arcanist's Inquisition and lose my freedom, I would be like death!"

"I'm not going to kill you!"

Morf shook his head and replied softly. "All beings are equal, and I am also not qualified to execute a single person's life easily!"

There was a faint seriousness on his handsome face, which was the brilliance and integrity unique to knights: "I don't need to decide whether you are right or wrong!

After saying this philosophy with a little knightly glory.

Morf lifted Orton like a chicken, then picked up the stone stick and carried it behind him, and strode towards the Arcanist Guild on Ohakuri Island under the admiring gaze of everyone.

"Another wanted felon in the deep sea has been caught, and this deep sea is going to be a lot cleaner again!" a knight sighed slowly. "I heard that Morph used all the bounty he received to help orphans in the deep sea. ”

A strong knight who knew him well looked at Morf's back with respect. "It is said that he didn't even choose to spend gold coins to replace the magic weapon in his hand, or use that tattered stone stick!"

"This man is truly upright!"

An arcane master with the inside story replied softly.

"I heard that he once selflessly wanted to arrest a certain strong man of the Night Weeping Clan on the deep-sea wanted list, and ran to the group he was going to inherit, the Night Weeping Clan, to arrest his own people openly, which caused his father Piccachiro to be furious!"

Of course, one can imagine why Picca Chilo was so angry.

The Night Weeping Clan is a hegemon-level fanatical battle sea clan known for its tyranny and evil, but there is a traitor among this group of murderous deep sea knights. He also hunts down felons everywhere, and is an honest and serious deep-sea bounty hunter, which is a great shame!

Now.

The Messiah heard the words of the crowd around him.

He admired this strong man who adhered to the glory of knights more and more, and secretly sighed: "It would be nice if the geniuses of the younger generation at the moment were as normal, calm and upright as this person!"

The Messiah suddenly remembered a certain jumping girl, Bell, alchemy genius and others, and his heart was full of wry smiles. "The future of our human race is worrying! Look at the deep sea clan, how calm and upright this young generation of geniuses is!"

"It would be nice if I had the opportunity to make acquaintances with such upright people!" sighed the Messiah. It's just that as a wandering arcanist at the lowest level, he didn't have almost any contact with this person, so he had to give up.

"But..."

"I didn't expect that in just half a month, this deep sea area has changed from the original calm atmosphere to a prosperous era where all young and strong people walk and travel everywhere!" Messiah thought in his heart that this was the prosperous age of the deep sea caused by the alchemy genius, and he was full of admiration.

Even the Messiah had some conjectures.

"Perhaps this alchemy genius's arrogant remarks have deep meaning, and they want to strengthen the communication and competition of the young generation in this deep sea, so that all the geniuses can continue to grow up and fight with him, and it can be described as well-intentioned in order to seek defeat!"

The Messiah didn't think much of it.

He glanced down at the beach, slowly stepped into the water, and then propped up the "Coral Armor" and swam towards the southwest of Obai Island.

He is at this time.

It was not to find the white turtle that countless people longed for, but for the commission to find the third rib of the white sea fish that I received a few days ago. Right now, they just happen to be in the same place.

Not to mention that the search for the "white turtle" depends on chance, it is too slim. In fact, this "decaying white tortoise" is also ineffective for the Messiah.

The bone armor of the "Decaying White Turtle" is the core building material for the construction of the "Destiny Domino" arcane model that can sense good and evil.

And to become an extremely mysterious astrologer is naturally what countless people aspire to.

Even a second-order astrologer can have the ability to simply sense his own good and evil, to avoid the danger of death, and to have a vague sense of where his opportunities are, which is undoubtedly very powerful.

Because of this, others are naturally extremely willing to spend an arcane slot to choose to build the arcane model of this "destiny domino".

But the Messiah couldn't.

He only has one arcane position, and unless he wants to be a pure astrologer with no combat power, there is no way at all. This is also a huge limitation of having only one arcane bit.

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In the deep blue sea, a small figure swam slowly under the impetus of coral armor.

Even if the Messiah had the "coral armor", he swam slowly, and more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the Messiah came to the southwest sea of the White Island.

He was just about to wipe his sweat and sigh at the hard work of being a low-level wandering arcanist, but he was instantly stunned by the pomp and circumstance in front of him.

Now..

A piece of complete black pressing!

The Messiah could not see the sea at all....

This sea is all covered with nearly a thousand fishing and hunting boats of various merchant groups, and the boats are closely connected.

Even if you look at it from a height of several hundred meters, you will find that this sea area is completely filled with countless huge fishing and hunting boats, and there is no trace of the blue of the sea at all.

Occasionally, I saw a large ship mixed with some dilapidated small fishing boats, and even a cruising passenger ship that traveled to and from various archipelago routes, not to follow the planned route, but to join in the fun.

Obviously, the huge number of nearly 1,000 deep-sea fishing and hunting boats indicates the fact that all the large and small seafaring merchant groups of the eleven islands of the Yaszchens archipelago have put down their deep-sea fishing and hunting, and all of them have come.

The Messiah clearly underestimated the charm of the "white tortoise".

The value of this "destiny domino" arcane model is almost an immeasurable wealth for an arcane master, and for a seafaring merchant group, its ability to slightly perceive good and bad fortune can determine the rise of a merchant group!

"It is not an exaggeration to say that this strange phenomenon is made up of ships!" said the Messiah, who sighed softly, as nearly a thousand seafaring fishing boats were close together and could already move between the decks of the ships.