"Frost and snow. Sycamore trees? ”

After hearing Valentina's words, Aragina chewed on this somewhat familiar word, and finally found the corresponding term in the myths and legends of the Frost Phoenix in the North.

But any northerner only thinks that the legendary plane tree is not real, because humans have gone deep into the snowy mountains countless times, but they have never found any clues about the phoenix plane tree in it.

"Ah, yes, they're real, at least they were."

Valentina, who was in a wheelchair, crossed her hands and did not respond, but glanced at the man in red beside her, and the Schwali man named Balzac coughed lightly, and then opened her mouth to answer Aragina's question, saying,

"Ahem. Yes, according to the research that has been made, there are very few existing texts that can be found that describe how the glorious phoenix came to an end, and even today, you people in the north still regard them as immortal gods, but the truth is that they were once mysterious beings who were really active and eventually disappeared, and the relics in the hands of you and my boss are proof of their true existence, they were once the weapons of the two sons of the phoenix. ”

Aragina looked at Valentina in a wheelchair with feeling, only to see her hands gently push open the small wooden box in her hand, revealing the black weapon in the shape of a half-crescent moon inside.

Unlike the Ice Prince of Arajina, this weapon is not unusual even if it is stored in a wooden box, but if you look closely, you will find that a soft light similar to moonlight flows from time to time on the blade, and the cold air that seeps out of the light is not inferior to that of the Ice Prince, but it is all restrained in the weapon, so it is difficult to detect.

When the [Moon Princess] relic revealed its true face, the tattoo on Aragina's back became more and more scorching, and a domineering cold air unconsciously emanated, as if demonstrating to the weapon in Valentina's arms.

In contrast, the weapon in Valentina's hand was very gentle, and she didn't react at all, just lying quietly in the small wooden box, as if she couldn't see the ice prince in the distance.

"I've been studying these legends all these years, and according to the rumors that have not been verified in the north, the relationship between the three sons of the phoenix doesn't seem to be good, and there are often disputes between them, and even the six sub-races that follow them are also involved in this fierce battle, so there was a period of time when the atmosphere in the north was a little tense."

"The demise of the phoenixes may be related to such a fight, but it does not explain the role of the phoenix king who lives firmly in the plane tree in the story of the demise of the phoenix species, why all the phoenixes seem to have evaporated overnight, and it does not explain where the legendary plane tree has gone."

The man in red from Schwali seemed to be a scholar like Fisher, and specialized in northern history, so it's no wonder that Fisher felt that he was basically no threat when he stood next to Phyllis the Lion

In other words, most normal scholars are like this, and Fisher is one of the more special ones, both in terms of research field and combat ability.

Balzac in front of him became more and more excited when he talked about his field of study, and even the speed of his speech was obviously much faster.

"It wasn't until a few years ago that I accidentally found a grave of a bird species under the ice when I was researching in the Sema Snow Mountain. The ancestor of the owner of the tomb was once one of the countless species of birds that followed the eldest son of the phoenix, the Ice Prince, and after the phoenix and the plane tree disappeared for a long time, he and many of his fellow birds returned to the vicinity of the snow-capped mountain, where they obtained a clue about the plane tree, and regarded it as a hope to return home and sent people to pursue it."

"Hey, the tomb records that before all the phoenixes disappeared, a son of the phoenix secretly sent a scroll from the plane tree to his loyal men out of the northern continent. The scroll was the Ice Scroll that was now inside the Golden Box, and no one knew what was recorded inside, but it was most likely a direct clue to the Sycamore Tree. ”

"But unfortunately, although the Bird Species has sent countless people overseas to retrieve this item, they have undoubtedly failed in the end, and even paid a terrible price for it, so that now their people are either dead or vassalized. The bird species buried in the grave was one of the few survivors of their tribe, and it was he who finally decided to give up on the search for the clue and brought it into the grave. ”

As he said this, Balzac glanced pointedly at Osie standing beside Aragina, whom he recognized as a bird race when she stretched out her wings.

But after hearing Balzac's words, Ossie only blinked, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about, she knew very little about things other than guards, let alone these stories sealed in the wind and snow of the North.

Instead of getting the expected reaction, Balzac mentally classified Osie as illiterate as Phyllis the lion, and he disliked dealing with such people the most, especially when the other party was a subhuman race, and it was as difficult to communicate as a barbarian.

He pursed his lips and didn't pay attention to it anymore, but looked at Arajina with some mystery and said,

"You may not know what kind of race the phoenix species is, it is not for nothing that they are worshipped as gods by the creatures of the North, they can see through the fate of the future, they can control the fate of the present and the future, and anyone who covets the plane tree will be severely punished, even the loyal servants of these sons of the phoenix."

"Our boss has a special purpose to find the legendary plane tree, but you have nothing to do with it, so I don't want you to get involved in this dispute."

When Balzac finished speaking, Valentina, who was in a wheelchair, nodded, her white fingers crossed each other, and her pale silver pupils were very beautiful under the small brim.

Most of the pupils of the people of the North are mainly blue and brown, and even people in other places rarely have pupils of this color, I don't know if it is a symbol unique to the Turan family, just like the blonde hair and golden eyes that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Godlin family.

"I have no ill will towards you, which is why I have prepared the relics that control the curse of the scrolls in advance. If you agree to return the scroll to me, I am willing to pay you a certain amount of remuneration for a negotiable price. Of course, if you have other conditions, I will try to meet them. ”

Although Valentina was in a wheelchair, the luxurious temperament revealed between the plain could not be concealed, as if these things were drizzle to her.

Calculated carefully, it seems that the people around Valentina are all hired except for the steam man Heldor, who is behind it, and counting the distance from the north to get here, the relics of the gold box prepared to store the scroll, and the check that he wanted to bribe Fisher before, this money is indeed not a small amount.

After hearing Balzac's suspicious words, Pahertz subconsciously recalled the strange corpses that were still growing feathers after they died, and she hugged her arm and rubbed it a little with a shudder, and the belief in the frost phoenix in her heart made her suddenly feel that what the Schwali said was not a lie.

Like the belief in the Mother Goddess in the Western Continent, even if you are not a pure believer in the Mother Goddess, you will still feel taboo when you violate the precepts of the Mother Goddess sometimes, and you can't tell whether you want peace of mind or if it is really true.

But Fisher only raised his eyebrows, and Emhardt, who had jumped on his shoulder again with only one eye, made the same gesture, and then he leaned into Fisher's ear and complained to him,

"Bragging, blowing a lot, and controlling fate, how can the phoenix species be so bullish that it can't control the fate of its own demise? This kind of thing can't even be done by the Saints and Agareth, who is the best at tampering with the rules, let alone the Phoenix, and it would be nice for them to see a little vague prophecy."

Although the words of rebuttal were very powerful, on the contrary, Emhardt's subtle voice like a mosquito flapping its wings, he was afraid that the other party would be in a hurry and come and beat him, so he only dared to say this righteous words to Fisher alone.

In fact, Fisher had already predicted that the reason why this strange scroll would cause the curse of growing feathers was not because the phoenix species could manipulate fate and accurately liquidate any gangsters who coveted this scroll, but because it itself carried some kind of strange pollution from the spirit world.

Before, when these people were cursed and devoured, there was a phenomenon similar to the gaze of the spirit world around them, and it also had a certain impact on the souls of their own group, but the specific reason is not known how the items of the phoenix species are related to the spirit world

However, Emhart had said before that there was a great war between the Phoenix Species and the Chaos Species, and the Chaos Species came from the spirit world, is there any connection between this?

Aragina was a little moved when she heard this, after all, she was a pirate in exile, and these myths and histories in the north were of no use to her, and this scroll was full of strangeness, even if she was allowed to stay, she would not be able to take the Iceberg Queen to joke with the lives of her crew, she didn't want her crew to become feathered monsters.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Fisher beside her, Fisher understood what she meant, under the gold box, his middle finger and thumb pressed on his index finger at the same time, pinching out a little blood on the tip of the index finger, and then he precisely controlled the faint magic mixed with that little bit of blood to leave a mark on the bottom of the gold box.

The sigil he is now leaving has a special scientific name in magic, called [Standard Marker], which is roughly defined as a clear target that can be pointed to with other magic, and if the gold box leaves his hand, he can also use other tracking magic to locate the marker.

The other party's Herdor is a magician, but Fisher is sure that he will not find the marker, because the gold box is not an ordinary object, but a relic.

Relics generate additional magical fluctuations that easily override the fluctuations of marker elements, which is why the current mainstream view of relic crafting is magical materials.

Fisher made a mark as he handed the gold box to Arajina and asked her to dispose of the scroll.

"I understand, this scroll is handed over to you, you give us money, and we will both clear."

Valentina didn't hesitate to hear this, reached out and handed the black check she had given to Fisher to Heldor, and then reached out and rubbed a ring on her white finger, which was the only ring she wore without magical brilliance, a pure ornament, and her companion,

"Here are 5,000,000 northern silver dollars, bearer, any bank in the north can withdraw it, I remember that there are also such places in the pirate harbor, you should be familiar with this."

Pahertz glanced at the girl in surprise, the term pirate harbor was actually a secret to others who were not pirates, like Fisher, if he hadn't told him about it, he probably wouldn't have known about this place, but the girl knew a lot about the situation there?

"Zizi."

Hardor held the check in his hand, spitting out steam and walking towards Aragina, who placed it in his hand before taking a step back before reaching out to her and motioning for her to place the gold box in his hand.

Aragina handed him the box, and then he dragged it back behind Valentina's back with one hand, while the other pinched the wheelchair under her again.

"Zizi. Phyllis, gone. ”

It was only then that everyone noticed Phyllis crouching on the edge of the beach not far away, groping for something, her clothes were cool, and behind her a slender tail like a lion with a ring of dark brown hair at the end dangled, sweeping a fan-shaped silhouette like a wiper on the sand.

"Huh? It's coming, it's coming."

She agreed, and stood up in a panic, only then did they realize that the guy was holding a small pile of gold and crafts in his arms, and she got up, and with her other hand, she reluctantly picked up an old copper kettle from the sand, and seeing that there was no place to put it, she put the copper kettle directly on the bulge on her chest, trying to use this method to increase the number of items she carried.

"You stupid lion, what are you doing?!"

Balzac, dressed in red, looked at Phyllis running excitedly towards his group with a large pile of treasures, and under the gaze of so many people, the feeling of shame in being with her reached its peak in an instant.

Although he had known for a long time that this lion race was a dead money fan who was so obsessed with money that he couldn't afford it anymore, this was the first time he had lost this person in front of so many people.

"Damn, can the boss take care of how much treasure you can give you a month's salary, and you still go to pick up these rags, dead people's things? It's really a shame! ”

"What do you mean, Balzac, you don't know what the more the merrier, do you? It's not yours, you're in a hurry, slam the door! ”

Phyllis ran back from the beach with a large pile of treasure in her arms, and Paherz and Osie looked over there, only to find that the island's sand and trees contained a number of obscured items, presumably taken from the ship by the crew.

Valentina rubbed her eyebrows with a headache and opened her mouth coldly to her subordinates,

"Enough, stop making noise, go back."

Seeing that the boss spoke, Balzac and Phyllis were also silent at the same time, but Balzac still glanced at Phyllis rather disdainfully, and Phyllis was still busy counting how much treasure she had brought back, so she ignored him.

Aragina didn't even look at the black check in her hand, but handed it to Pahertz next to her, and then walked to Fisher's side and said to him,

"Let's go back."

"Hmm."

Pahertz blew the black check in his hand, put the paper in the sunlight and looked at it carefully, and finally retracted it in his arms with confidence after seeing a faint gold mark appear on the paper in the sunlight.

But Fisher did not leave, but kept his eyes on Heldor, who had left with the golden box in his hand.

He had a conjecture since just now, but he couldn't be completely sure.

Remember when he left Aragina to chase Phyllis, the group of guards had said that either give this scroll to the real phoenix or destroy it, so is it possible that only the real phoenix species can take this thing away from the island?

Just when Aragina noticed Fisher, who was still in place, in the distance, in Fisher's sight, strange fluctuations suddenly lit up around the gold box in the steam robot's hand, gradually distorting the magic mark he left behind.

Seeing this scene, Fisher's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted to Valentina,

"Wait! Put that box down! Throw it back to the island! ”

"Click."

Just as Fisher's voice sounded, gray feathers suddenly grew strangely on Herdor's arm, which was composed entirely of steam machinery, and the feathers completely squeezed the magic crest engraved on his arm, and in an instant, his mechanical arm became hairy.

Frightened by the sudden turn of events, Osie walked up to Aragina and defended the wounded Arajina, who in turn shielded Fisher with her wounded right hand and pushed him to the rear.

“.”

Fisher glanced at Aragina beside her and Osie in front of her, and always felt that Osie's not-so-tall figure had taken on too much at once.

Herdor didn't feel any pain, but immediately threw the golden box back to the inner side of the island, and as the golden box returned to the island, the growth of the feathers on Herdor's hand came to an abrupt halt, but the feathers on his arm did not fade, and became as happy as a feather duster.

Phyllis had put all the treasures in her arms in their boat, and when she saw this, she began to worry about whether the treasures would also have curses attached to them, but she was reluctant to take them off the ship, and would rather stay away from the ship than throw them away.

Valentina frowned, looked at Hrdor's arm and asked,

"Are you alright?"

"Zizi. It's fine, it's just that the right hand is invalid, so I have to wait until I go back and replace it. ”

Seeing that his guess came true, Fisher shook his head with some pity, although he was talking to Aragina beside him, but his eyes kept looking at Valentina in the distance,

"It's a pity that only the true phoenix species can take that scroll away from the island, and if you want to see the contents of that scroll, you can only open it here. Let's go, let's go and see if there is any food on the island to bring back the Iceberg Queen. ”

"Frost Phoenix bless, it's better to check a little fragrant, and say goodbye."

Pahertz, who was in the distance, was afraid that Valentina would regret it, so he hurriedly put the check in his pocket and walked with Aragina in the direction of the woods behind him, leaving Valentina and her party to look at the mess on the ground with a headache.

"Boss, I think I can explain, I really didn't expect that only the real phoenix species could take it out of the island. No, it doesn't make sense at all, all the phoenixes have disappeared at that time, but the son of the phoenix sent this scroll overseas, waiting for another phoenix to come and take it away? ”

Balzac carefully picked up the gold box from the ground, a scholar hired by Valentina at great expense, but he made a mistake in her actions, so he seemed a little weak-hearted.

But Valentina sighed, shook her head and didn't care, just said,

"If you can't take it away, then you can only try to open it on the island, and I'll ask Helldor to help you, and you Phyllis go back to the ship and call the others to come and help."

Valentina had other helpers she had hired on her ship, and she had made a lot of preparations before setting off from the north to get the information contained in the scroll, but something had happened.

Valentina suddenly thought of the man who was mixed in with the pirate pile, he should have guessed that the scroll could not be taken out of the island, so what did he want to get this scroll for?

Same as yourself? Or do you want to get your hands on the treasure of the legendary plane tree? Or is he in the service of someone else?

It can't be because you want to see what the legendary phoenix species looks like, right?

But in any case, until the true purpose of the other party cannot be determined, it is necessary to maintain a certain amount of vigilance with that man

"Ahem!"

Just as Valentina was thinking, she suddenly coughed violently, her white fingers covering her lips, and after one or two violent coughs, she lowered herself with a slight gasp.

"Zizi. Valentina, you'd better go back to the ship first. ”

"No"

Valentina raised her hand and interrupted Hendor behind her, her gray pupils looked at the gold box in Balzac's hand, and just said word by word,

"I want to see the message with my own eyes, and the sooner the better."