Early the next morning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The first rays of sunlight shine through the pale blue horizon to the hull of the ship.

Cruising in the deep-sea fishing and hunting boats, surrounded by the deep-sea environment, can always see the most beautiful sunrise.... with dusk.

A subtle warm morning light lit the deck, casting a slanting dark reflection of the Messiah who had just stepped out of the cabin onto the deck.

"Good morning, Boatswain Modley!"

Messiah turned his head to look at the boatswain who had gotten up early in the morning to fish, and looked at the empty basket, and estimated that there was nothing to be gained. He politely asked, "Has Lord Modly had breakfast?"

"No, I'm waiting for that kid to get up and do it...."

The boatswain shook his fishing rod very boredly, "Messiah, you don't just want to learn the experience of fishing and hunting with him, you kid learn more from him when you have time!"

The Messiah naturally knew that the Missiti sailor, who was in charge of teaching him, had been in charge of feeding dozens of people on the entire fishing boat. I heard that Missiti was born in a family of chefs, but she cooked a good dish.

"Hey, good morning, Messiah, Boatswain Modley!"

In the blink of an eye, the already sparse crew began to get up and walk onto the deck, and began all kinds of strange and unique greetings.

"I heard that your messianic boy began to learn arcane art with Midr-sama... That's amazing!"

"What, Modley, you guy is fishing again, are you going to drop another Mudder turtle for us to stew for breakfast?"

I have to say that as a sailor for deep-sea fishing and hunting, although the salary is extremely high, it is very leisurely.

It took almost several months to go to sea before the net was laid once.

The rest of the time is spent chatting, playing cards, and even gambling, which might become a very popular profession if it weren't for the high mortality rate.

Right now, a few sailors who were playing haha were sitting on the deck chairs one after another, and they began to idle without saying a word.

"Speaking of which, none of the guys from the Deep Sea Clan came to our ship to grant permission to fish and hunt this time!" said a sailor, very bored.

"yes, those vampires won't forget, will they?"

Another sailor picks up a fishing rod, hangs the bait, and fishes. "Or maybe the Deep Sea Clan didn't notice our fishing boat at all?"

"You guys!

The boatswain of Modley took over the topic while fishing, "I have been sailing for two and a half years, and I have fished and hunted in the deep sea more than ten times, and none of them have not appeared in the deep sea tribe! The sacrificial adults of the deep sea tribe can sense the location of the fishing boat through the fish, and this time it is so slow to come, it is estimated that something has delayed..."

"Speaking of...," one of the sailors teased. "Modly, you old guy has been fishing and hunting for two and a half years, you are really old and immortal!"

"yes!"

Another sailor laughed and continued: "The boatswain of Modley has been fishing in the deep sea for two and a half years, and you must know that the mortality rate in the field of deep-sea fishing and hunting is so high, and it is rare to find an old sailor like the boatswain..."

"Don't look at me like this and I can't always catch good materials, I'm lucky when it's critical..."

The boatswain of Modley began to sigh, "The old guys who used to fish and hunt with me are basically dead, and I am the only one who survived by luck, and the guys around me now.... It's all you stinky boys who don't know how to respect the old and love the young!!"

"If you count it..."

The boatswain of Modli suddenly sighed softly, "I have decided to finish this time, I will not do it, the money I have saved is enough, our ship has also recruited a novice Messiah, and the sailors are enough, I can also retire with peace of mind!"

The Messiah sat by and listened silently.

Because he has been living on the streets since he was a child, he has been a person who is not good at words since he was a child, so he doesn't have any intention of interjecting, just some... Inexplicable feelings.

Deep-sea fishing and hunting, the mortality rate is indeed very high, and in terms of the degree of risk, it is basically a business with your head on your waist.

Most of the sailors who hunt in the deep sea are basically desperate guys.

It's all a fluke, basically ready to do it a few times, make a lot of money and run away, like the Modley Boatswain for more than two years.... What is not dead is indeed a rare animal.

Suddenly, the Messiah glanced at the figure of the Mideku navigator gradually coming out of the deck, and he trotted decisively.

"Good morning, Mistress Midku!" the Messiah bent slightly, greeting with a lame aristocratic salute.

"Oh, it's the Messiah!"

Midku shook his dark blue robes and asked with a smile, "Why, Messiah, how did you build the arcane model of the coral tree?"

"My lord, I was late last night, and I was already complete. ”

As Messiah spoke, his expression moved, and a coral tree appeared on the deck that kept swaying its branches, and Messiah blushed a little, "My lord, don't you think I'm too slow!"

"However, just the entry-level arcane model is more than thirty meters, a behemoth with a small half of an arcane tower, and the structure that needs to be honed into more than a hundred magic patterns is really very complicated, and it is very laborious to simply combine them. ”

"You're just...."Midku looked at the Messiah's coral tree, completely froze, "so fast, it's a youkai!"

"Although the Arcane Bit is an embarrassing one, this talent for building an Arcane model alone may have a lot of achievements!"

He looked at the apologetic muttering Messiah, and suddenly said, "Perhaps, those guys from the Arcane Guild have missed their eyes... This guy is a little genius!"

Mideku naturally knew that it would only take two days to be alone.... How talented the guy who built the entry-level arcane model was.

Even when he himself was instructed for the first time, it took more than a week to build an arcane model of more than 20 meters.

And this is basically the normal progress of the average Arcanist.

"According to my current progress, I can't hit the second-order mid-level arcanist, even if I have been preparing for three years, I am not certain, the second-order mid-level arcane model is too complicated, maybe it can..."

Thinking of this, Midku's heart moved, he looked at Messiah's delicate face, and suddenly made a decisive decision, and suddenly said softly: "Messiah, are you interested in studying the arcane with me?"

The Messiah was taken aback by Midku's words, and was a little excited: "The lord is saying that he wants to accept me as a disciple!"

"It's not..."

Midku shook his head slightly, "With your outstanding ability to build arcane models, your possible achievements in the future may far surpass mine, and you may have the opportunity to attack a second-order mid-level arcanist in the future!"

"You can understand it as an alliance for the exchange of interests!"

"It can also be understood as a bet I placed on you. Midku explained, "This is a common alliance between arcanists, and in a simple and straightforward sense, it is to invest in qualified arcane students as their guides, and then the two will support each other in the arcane!"

This kind of alliance is extremely common among Arcanists, and some Arcanists who have not entered the country for many years will choose to set their sights on some qualified Arcanist apprentices.

It's just that at this moment, Midku didn't know that he was at this time, and he chose to invest in the Messiah, which was the next ..... in his life The most fortunate bet!