The streets are made up of blue and white stone slabs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bluestone floor of this island is filled with sea water and air hundreds of years later, and it has a slightly old and mottled feeling.

The shops and bars on both sides of Ojima are also a little vicissitudes and sparsely populated, most of these shops have been in business for nearly 100 years and have a somewhat stale feel.

Messiah, still dressed in a bland light gray arcane robe, walked down the wind-swept streets of the island, his brow furrowed slightly.

"The development and trading of arcane models is indeed the most lucrative industry..."

The Messiah whispered in his heart, but he was still wrestling. In the Messiah's view, it is not impossible to sell the knowledge of the construction of this arcane model!

It's just that now is not the time.

The Messiah wants to wait for him to eliminate this arcane art and develop a new arcane model before selling this arcane knowledge, and that is the best time...

"However, in this way, the current shortage of gold coins will not be solved at all." The Messiah walked slowly through the streets, with a grim look on his face, planning for the road ahead.

"If you don't sell the arcane knowledge I've developed."

In the heart of the Messiah, he weighed the pros and cons intellectually.

"Then, I will have to accept the task of being hired to explore the deep sea, but in this way, I will have much less time to develop the arcane model..."

The Messiah gradually walked down this street, and unconsciously, came to a very familiar area.

Black Caldecott Bar.

He looked up and glanced at the slightly familiar gray sign, he actually walked to the time when he was an orphan, and did chores... When the waiter is at the door of the bar. The cold face of the Messiah suddenly became a little emotional.

In his eyes, a trace of memory flashed: "I don't know if old Locke's barrel is still a troubadour in this bar?"

Old Locke, in previous years, was good for the Messiah.

He often provided the orphaned Messiah with some leftovers from the bar, although the old man himself was a debt-ridden bastard....

Thinking of this, Messiah looked up at the bar sign, muttered for two seconds, and then strode in.

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As soon as he entered the door, a high-pitched voice rushed to his face.

"Last time, I said: This alchemy genius fled from the seas, and was chased by the famous powerhouse on the deep-sea wanted list, but accidentally fell into a deep-sea whirlpool..."

As soon as the Messiah entered the bar, he heard an impassioned commentary.

The Messiah turned his head.

Some watched speechlessly as countless Terran knights and arcanists held rye wine, listening attentively in the dim bar light.

The troubadour of this commentary was not the old Locke he knew, but a strange young man with a white face.

The young man clenched his fists, as if even he himself was infected by this story of blood swelling: "It is said that this deep-sea whirlpool is not ordinary, it leads to the small plane of a fallen legendary powerhouse in the last sacred era..."

The Messiah was no stranger to the biographical commentary of this alchemical genius, but he was not interested in it, and he himself was obsessed with the mysterious realm of arcane models, so he was naturally not interested in it at the moment.

The Messiah turned his head.

Ignoring the scorching atmosphere, he slowly walked to the bar and gently asked the waiter, who was also unfamiliar, "What about Old Locke... Where's that old keg?"

"Old Locke, you mean that old bastard with a dead face?"

The man waiter slowly lowered the glass in his hand, glanced at the Messiah, and replied. "That old man has made it to the sky..."

"That old fellow is also lucky, although he does not get a good story, but the handwriting is good, the style of the words is sharp and arrogant, such a font is very suitable for the style of a certain biography, I heard that he was transferred back to the troubadour guild to transcribe the collector's edition of "Lonely Stars". ”

"Now, I've heard of a cup of rye wine like this for three gold coins.."

The waiter said this, pointing very exaggeratedly.... A black wooden cup the size of a bowl in his hand, "I heard that old drunkard drinks a jar a day!"

"A cylinder?"

The corners of Messiah's mouth twitched, since old Locke is living a good life now, he doesn't have to worry about it, he slowly said, "Since you're here, let's have a rye bar!"

The Messiah took the cold wine, walked slowly to the corner and sat down, and then took a big sip. I just feel a chill rising from my chest, and it's very comfortable!

The current biography is about the climax, a group of arcanists, knights, and even some indigenous fishermen living on Obai Island are all staring at the boss.

And this made the Messiah faintly interested.

"In that small secret realm in the whirlpool of the deep sea, there is a remnant soul of a legendary arcanist left over from the Divine Era, suddenly appearing and saying to the alchemical genius..."The troubadour paused deliberately, his face fanatically excited!

"I have three volumes of mycane that have been the work of my life, even in the ancient sacred era, it is enough to run rampant in the world!

The troubadour said this, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his voice carried a striking pride, and his posture was specifically modeled after that of an alchemical genius.

Hearing this, the alchemy genius stood in place, put his hands on his chest, abruptly interrupted the words of the legendary remnant soul, and asked slowly in a low voice: "This arcane, but it is a forbidden arcane that has stepped into the nightmare level?"

"'It's not... To know this bad level... Even in the Divine Age, it's—' The Legendary Remnant said this, a look of embarrassment. ”

When the alchemy genius heard this, he slowly raised his head proudly, as if he was looking at the stars in his clear eyes, as if he saw himself in the stars..... I saw him whisper, 'What's the use of it if it's not a nightmare arcane?'

"I have three alchemy secrets for my life, and if I get them, I can run rampant in the current alchemy world... Would you like to inherit??"

"'I don't want it either!' the alchemy genius shook his head secretly. ”

"I have the legacy of the ancient gods, the three secrets of astrology, I can know the past and the future, the cause and effect of heaven and earth, and I know the heaven and earth of this Ka Lan world!

"'I'm also... Don't!!' The alchemy genius shook his head again with a look of disappointment. ”

"You don't want this, you don't want that! Life is short, what do you want?!!

"'The path of the sages, after all, is not my own path, I don't want it! I just want my own way' The alchemy genius replied softly, he turned around proudly and strode away from the secret realm of the whirlpool of the sea area, and a voice of loneliness and loneliness came from behind him: 'In my life, why should I follow the path of the ancient sages!'

The troubadour said this, and suddenly chanted, turning the atmosphere of the moment.... Pushed to the top!!

I only listened to this troubadour and said: "This alchemy genius did not hesitate to step out of this spiraling dark blue vortex secret realm, and at this time, he actually gave up.... The adventures of the deep sea that countless arcanists have longed for for a lifetime--- the secret treasures left over from the Divine Age!"

"This alchemy genius left this small secret realm of the deep sea whirlpool, he sat on the white lotus, stepping on the full moon! His arcane robe moved in the wind, I saw him laughing in the starry sky: Lonely, lonely! The ancient sages were all ancient, but in this world... No one beats you!!"

The troubadour stood in the middle of the bar, speaking slowly as the audience suddenly fell silent.

"Fourth... Eventually!"