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Hearing Leonard Mitchell's invitation, Emlyn was undaunted, took a silk top hat, and entered the house with a vague smile.

He didn't take off his coat, because the "Potions Professor" always had a lot of ancillary items on him, and it wasn't so beautiful when he lost his cover.

Emlyn sat down in a crisp tuxedo, leaning her back against the support behind her, and said leisurely:

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome. Yes, the price is quoted, if not, let's be honest. ”

"Of course, I'm pretty sure you have."

He chuckled, his bright red eyes reflecting Leonard Mitchell's undressed figure.

This kind of scene where I know what secrets you have, and you know nothing about me, makes Emlyn feel comfortable and superior.

Leonard brushed his black hair with his fingers, sat down casually in the chair opposite, smiled without any panic or doubt, and said:

"At least I need to know who wants it."

"Maybe it's me, maybe it's my friend." Emlyn lifted her chin lightly and smiled gracefully.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed:

"Well, since you've come with this badge, I'll be honest with you."

"I do have a magical item that can steal someone else's extraordinary abilities, but it's only one of them."

"If you want to buy it, 7,000 pounds, don't accept a counteroffer."

7000 pounds? Similar magical items are so expensive? Although he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still shocked, and he almost couldn't maintain the demeanor of the Bloodline.

In his mind, he had automatically converted the money into how many dolls and how many doll dresses.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said, "I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days." ”

"Yes." Leonard Mitchell hooked the corners of his mouth.

Out of the house at 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn hired a horse-drawn carriage to go to the steam station in the North End and back to the South End of the Bridge as if nothing had happened.

Taking off his hat and looking back at the carriage as it drove through the pedestrian-filled street, Emlyn chuckled and strode into the Harvest Chapel.

In the middle of a street tree and an iron-black gas lamp pole, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly floats, revealing Leonard Mitchell, a black-haired green boy.

He appeared silently and without attracting the attention of any passers-by.

"The people of Mother Earth God Church?" Leonard frowned slightly, as if talking to himself.

He paused for two seconds and left Yuejihua Street, where the Harvest Church was located.

A moment later.

"7,000 pounds? Why didn't he go and grab it? Above the gray mist, Crane, who heard the return of Emlyn the "Moon", almost blurted out.

According to the bounty amount of the third officer of the "Golden Dream", the "Flower Bow Tie" Yoderson, Crane speculated that the price of similar magical items was around 5,000 pounds, and even if the premium was up to 6,000 pounds, who knows, Leonard Mitchell directly opened 7,000 pounds!

7,000 pounds for extraordinary items, plus 500 pounds for Emlyn "The Moon"!

Could it be that it is an item left over from a higher sequence, and stealing someone else's extraordinary abilities is just one of the effects? No, if that's the case, the price will have to start at £10,000...... Poet, why didn't I know you were a profiteer, you obviously behaved freely and didn't care much about money...... Crane couldn't help but sigh.

Now that there are clues, there is light at the end of the tunnel, and it can be solved with money, Crane doesn't want to seek other channels, lest there be accidents.

He quickly calculated his net worth and found that this was the price he could afford:

"Darkwell actually approached me and asked me to escort him to another island, then counting his advance commission fee of 300 pounds, all his savings, and deducting the 200 pounds paid to Miss 'Magician', I now have a total of 8,467 pounds in banknotes and 5 gold coins, and that's not counting the change of 3 syl and 8 pence."

"I'm a lot richer than I thought, even in Beckland, I can be called rich."

"Besides, Miss Justice will pay off the previous £2,000 arrears this week, and my funds are fully liquid. It's a pity that I didn't find a replacement grazing target this time, otherwise I could have added the 'psychiatrist' characteristic that Miss 'Justice' needed. ”

Crane took a breath, holding back the heartache of bleeding.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and let the bills fly over from the top of the clutter pile and land on the table.

463

Weather: Thunderstorm turns cloudy.

Location: Not on the map.

Distance to nearest island: Unknown.

Status: Lost.

This is the third time that Agaritu has picked up the map today to confirm the direction, and the compass has lost its function after entering the ruins of the Divine War. It was as if he saw a large string of words such as "The front cannot be navigated for you" and "The level is not enough, the map ahead is not open" floating in the distant sky.

Perhaps due to the spiritual influence of the goddess of the night, the stars in this piece of the sky are disordered, and they cannot correspond to the astrology required for navigation.

The spiritual power is surprisingly active, and unstable spiritual gaps have been created in many places, and there are even some shallow overlaps between the illusions of the astral plane and the real sky outside. He exploded twice last night because he wasn't cautious enough in stargazing, but fortunately he wasn't too polluted.

The power of many gods and goddesses wandered through these ruins with great instability, uninaudible whispers, and visions of countless extraordinary properties and spiritual legacies.

Rituals can be affected here, and the chanting of the names of the gods or even some of the honorific names may elicit a reaction from the remnants.

Therefore, blood sacrifices are somewhat unnecessary, and it is difficult to sacrifice to a particular great being, and it is difficult to stabilize the spiritual channel.

Of course. As a great being, he has an inner line to contact Edward, but the signal of the inner line also has a certain delay and packet loss due to the excessive mixing of divine powers. He once almost triggered the residual power of the "Bound God" who was here for some reason, and was tied up on the spot as a demon munmy, and it took a lot of strength to change back.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

The connection to the ontology made him immune to most of the babbling, but the contamination of his own place still had to be dealt with by himself.

The way to deal with it is very simple, just let the body die completely.

The power of the "Bound God" appeared here, proving that she was also involved in that battle? It's too long ago to remember.

After reshaping his mind twice, he was also a little unsure if what he was seeing now was real, and whether the course was still eastern, so he chose to ask about the "Death Signal". The "Death" confirmed that they were indeed still sailing all the way east, but after entering the Sea of Divine War, the speed of sailing became slower and slower, coupled with various negative effects, they continued to hallucinate and miscalculate.

"I've only been out of control for one night, and you don't seem to have moved again."

"We're advancing, we're advancing, we've sailed two meters!"

Agaritu looked at the grape eyes and vine mouth growing on the deck of the "Death", and couldn't help but ask, do you really think you are awake now? The vines in a circle said I think I'm quite mentally normal, but I'm just a boat, so why don't you ask someone else?

All right. Agaritu said. And the vines and grapes were burned, but soon they grew again.

He went upstairs and went up to the deck, where he saw all sorts of crops going up around the masts, the ship's side, and the sails, which looked like a plantation, and on the rattans hung a few sucked slaves and crews, reminiscent of worms on spider webs.

There was no sun or moon in the sky, and there were only clouds except for the stars that seemed to be thrown up casually. The whole sky is like a dark oil painting, with thick brushstrokes and very freehand, the only highlight is the white translucent area in the clouds.

The captain was not surprised by this scene, he bypassed Crew No. 1, who did not know who he had converted but had been babbling and praying loudly, and stepped over Crew No. 2345, who had fallen to the ground and broken jars, and suddenly a figure flashed behind him, and said to him loudly:

"Captain!"

Agaritu turned his head, and saw that his second pair of eyes were full of bloodshots, surrounded by dark spirituality, and looked a little abnormally excited.

"What's the matter?"

A hideous smile appeared on Gilcias's face: "Where are we going next?" ”

"Continue east." Agaritu perfunctorily looked at the crew, "Godforsaken." ”

"Captain, your chart must be wrong, the Eastern Continent and the Western Continent are just legends! How can a mysterious place that cannot be found by the major churches really exist? I'm guessing you're looking for the Lost Abyss, but you're lost! Gilsias looked delirious and doubled his gibberish, "You gave up looking for the Sunken Laurel halfway and didn't chase the legacy of the Byron Empire, are you really afraid of the people of the Spirit Order?" Last time, that 'Death's Messenger' was just a demigod, not as good as the great 'Death Cry'! Captain, you are cowardly, you are no longer suitable to be the spokesperson of the 'Death Story', so let's replace me!" ”

"The great 'Death Call'! I'm your most loyal ......."

Bang!

Agaritu sent him flying with a straight punch that hit the bridge of the nose of the talker, Gilcias. Gilcias's face was punched into a funnel, and his body rolled all the way out and smashed into the cabin. After a few seconds, the "Death" repaired itself and patched up the broken planks, and the ship's noisiest crew was finally quiet for a moment.

He turned around and began to look for other crew members who could communicate. I saw that the crew who was still praying frantically just now turned into a morning glory shelf, and took root on the deck in a kneeling position, wrapped in growing blue-green vines, and the head was a huge morning glory.

Agaritu kicked him, and the morning glory trembled and spun around, revealing a foaming face with its eyes rolled up. There was a strange smile like nerve poisoning on his face, and he slowly uttered a voice:

"You...... Good ......"

"I want to see who you were praying to, now I know." With a pull of his hand, Agarito plucked the morning glory off, and the crew's heads were taken along with it, rolling from the core to the deck. After rolling on the ground a few times, new tender green tiny tentacles emerged from the seven orifices, which soon turned the crew's heads into a new ecological flower mud.

"This is the remnant spiritually active sea of Mother Earth Goddess? I remember I was in the storm area before I lost control. ”

"The remnants of the spiritual chaos of the Sea of Divine War are messy, maybe it's just that they accidentally triggered the spiritual ...... of the earth."

He brought a table, found a plane, and put on the simple chart he had drawn for days, and he listened intently, and then there was a muffled sound in his skull, and blood flowed from his ears and eyes.

The sound of a huge heartbeat suddenly rushed into his mind, literally!

Winter! Winter!

The same frequency of heartbeats rang out from the ship, coming from the crew members who were sleeping to escape from reality, and their heartbeats at different speeds gradually moved closer to that huge heartbeat, and finally completely integrated into it!

Dongdong! Dongdong!

"There is a part of the corpse of a mythical creature four hundred meters away on the left."

"What is it talking about......?"

Agaritu released his spirit and listened carefully for a short time, and then bean vines grew in his eye sockets, and ears of wheat with blood grew in his ears, and the whole person instantly turned into a rich sculpture. The sculpture raised an arm full of flowers and fruits, and grabbed the ear of wheat, but he thought about it, but still did not reach for it, for it would probably pull his brain out in strips.

The pores and blood vessels are clogged with vines, the roots are rooted in the flesh, and the open flower has a toothy mouth in the center, and an eye grows in the middle of the mouth that looks around.

This caused great pain, but Agaritu cut it off for a moment and continued to listen intently to the whispers that accompanied his heartbeat.

"Praise to the great European ...... Full...... Bumper harvest...... Beira? ”

A god who symbolizes a good harvest? The ruins of the Divine War along the coast of the Eastern Continent were created by the battle of the Creator to free himself from the original consciousness, and the gods symbolized the harvest during the Creator's time...... Ommy Bella? I don't have any impression of the name of the current Mother Earth Goddess?

He drew a circle and made a mark on the chart, and saw that the circles and squares were full of various signs.

"So, when you come here, no one can sleep, and no one who is awake can listen......"

As soon as he finished writing this sentence, Agaritu heard a little movement behind him, and saw that the crew members No. 2345, who were sleeping on the deck, gradually collapsed into brown-green flower mud, and then merged together and turned into a huge monster. The monster's head, shoulders, and abdomen were still surging, and the pained faces of three of them appeared, their mouths still shaking!

"Praise ......"

"Praise you ......"

"Wei ...... Big ......"

"The ......"

Before the faces could finish a full sentence of praise, the Death Ship rose with a huge dark blue flame, enveloping the entire flagship and carefully scorching everything on it. The Clay Monster was burned dry and turned into a stiff solid, turning into a strange and terrifying statue that slowly developed a low-sequence characteristic. The plants and crops on Agaritu's body were burned to bloody ashes and fell down one after another, taking the pain with them.

The flames cut off the uninaudible whispers and took away the vitality of the plants, burning the corpses and the plants that wrapped around the hull of the ship to ashes.

The Death was finally freed, and according to spiritual guidance, continued its voyage to the seas that might be safe to the east.

After moving away from the terrifying heartbeat and overly fertile waters, the ship finally ushered in a certain amount of silence. There are dozens of crew members accompanying them, and these fragile low-rank powerhouses and ordinary people are canaries used to test danger. This time he didn't bring anyone with him except the crew on the flagship, and even the first mate stayed on the base island to watch his family.

Far from the abundant spirituality, the flames gradually extinguished, and the flowing mist and seemingly calm sea of the Divine War Sea revealed to Agaritu's eyes. He looked at the fog for a moment, and it seemed to be a product of the "hunter" pathway.

"In the Divine War Sea, it's not that the demigods are dangerous, it's the demigods who are even more dangerous."

That gray fog is most likely the "fog of war" at the level of the "weather warlock", isolating exploration and divination. But now drifting aimlessly on the sea in the form of residual spirituality, once inside, you may be captured and become part of the fog.

Fog, nameless ships, a classic part of the horror lore of the sea.

Agaritu turned the bow of the ship and narrowly brushed past the flowing mist.

Drifting and floating, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, only to see another ship appear in the distance.

A large sailing ship carrying about a hundred people, with no flags and no identification signs on the bow, the crew dressed as adventurers rather than sailors. But the boat was full of people, and it looked lively.

The demigod's eyesight was clearly better, and he was sure that the people on that ship hadn't seen him yet.

A gun port on the side of the "Death" was raised, the shell automatically rolled into the barrel, the fuse ignited, and the fire was fired after a loud bang.

Agaritu stared at the ship that suddenly appeared, and after more than ten seconds, the ship was hit by a cannonball, and shook violently, bursting into a burst of fire.

"It's not an illusion."

"There's no high sequence, and it's not an organization, treasure hunters?"

Although it was an ordinary cannonball fired just now, and there was no spirituality, the people on the ship were still caught off guard by the sudden attack. Running around mending the shell of the broken deck, someone immediately set up binoculars to see where the attack was coming from.

"Oh my God!"

On the treasure hunter's ship, the blonde hunter who had been staring at it for a long time suddenly threw away his binoculars and shouted, "It's a death number!" ”

"You can get yourself a coffin discount coupon!"

TBC

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An ordinary, handsome hunter.