"Zizi. The surface of the scroll has a magical curse attached to it, very similar to how magic works, and I can feel the fluctuations that echo in the world. ”

On the beach of the island, the steam-spitting magician Heldor looked at the golden box in front of him, roughly reached out to determine the type of curse in it, and came to a conclusion very similar to Fisher's.

But apparently he didn't know that the reverberations of the world caused by magic were related to the spirit world, nor did he have Fisher's psychic vision that had been added by the Soul Supplement Manual, and he couldn't see the illusory eyeballs that dotted around the golden box like the Milky Way.

"You're saying that this thing is the magic used by the phoenix species, not the curse of fate?"

Balzac and Herdor were the main players in the study of the scrolls, and in addition to the two of them and the bodyguard Phyllis, Valentina actually hired a logistician and a mechanic.

"Hey, Herdor, I've brought your arm, come over and tear down the one with the feathers."

Talking to Herdol at this time was a petite blue-haired girl, dressed in Kado's signature black robe, but not with intricate ornaments and a kind expression like other devout followers of the Mother Goddess.

She looked a little impatient, holding a maltose lollipop in her cherry-like mouth, and carrying a mechanical expansion backpack much larger than her body on her back, and squatted on the ground with screws to screw a new arm as she spoke.

"Zizi. Thanks, Celti. ”

The mechanic named Celti took the lollipop in his mouth and took Herdor's unloaded arm covered with bird feathers, poking here and there for a while, not knowing how bird feathers grew in this inorganic machine.

"Ha, that's amazing, I should keep this thing away. A robotic arm with long bird feathers. ”

"There's no more clutter on the ship, Celti."

At this time, behind Valentina's wheelchair stood a big sister with a kind smile, saying this to the mechanic.

She had a big heart, much like the nuns Fisher had taught him in his childhood at the church school, and she seemed to have just disembarked, wearing a white dress in the Northern style, with a five-pointed snowflake on the chest of Valentina's hat, the symbol of the Turan family.

She also held a plate of freshly baked butter cookies in her hand, swept around with a gentle gaze, and asked everyone,

"Does anyone want dessert? Mademoiselle, Celti, Balzac, and Herdor. Ah, sorry, forgot you couldn't eat. Hey, what about the Phyllis? ”

As she looked at Herdor's body, which was made entirely of steam machinery, she embarrassedly reached out and touched her cheek, and the smile on her face was tinged with apology.

"Heh, that wealth fan doesn't understand, I guess where to dig up treasures, it's all on the beach, I think she can't wait to die here."

"Hey, that's it, when I cleaned Phyllis's room before, I found that her futon was full of neatly stacked gold coins, and I couldn't put it in the room on the ship when I brought it back."

On the beach, Valentina's team reappeared with two people, and it seemed that Valentina had decided to open the scroll on the island to read the contents.

At this moment, Fisher, who was sitting among the bushes and holding a Pahertz telescope, touched his chin and took in all the situation there.

Osie flew back to the Iceberg Queen for the time being, bringing back the large check, and checking back to see how long it would take for the ship's steam engine to be repaired; On the island, Paherz went with his crew to search for food, and Arajina was injured to recuperate for a while, and Fisher, who was paddling, came over to take a look at the situation over there.

He wanted to know what was written on the scroll, and if he needed to, he could help Valentina's team, but it didn't seem to be needed yet.

However, it is still some time before they can solve the curse and open the scroll, and the Iceberg Queen is not separated for the time being, and Fisher still has a chance, so he is not in a hurry.

Along the beach where Valentina is located, you will find small potholes on the beach at some point.

Looking down the pit, Phyllis the Lion-Man was hiding in the sand pit, digging the sand with her paws, and with her rapid movements, a golden bottle half-hidden by the yellow sand gradually appeared in front of her.

Her eyes lit up, her nose trembled slightly, but she suddenly smelled a strange breath, she turned her head to look, and at some point, a fat big face suddenly appeared next to her and looked at her with a smile, so frightened that she subconsciously hugged the gold bottle she had just dug up.

"Woo! What are you doing? Dead pirates, I found these treasures, don't you want to snatch them! ”

Pahertz was accompanied by two crew members, and she shook her head as she held the bottle, she pointed to the treasure dug up behind Phyllis, and said,

"Of course, the treasures you dug up before are yours, but not necessarily after that. I have three people here, you only have one person here, and we still have tools, you can't dig us up with your bare hands and claws, and give her the whole job. ”

With Pahertz's order, the crew behind him took out the shovel behind them, obviously to "see the audience" to grab the treasure on the beach with Phyllis.

Phyllis gritted her teeth, and her long golden hair exploded in anger.

She doesn't care about other times, she can't bear it when she mentions that someone is robbing her of money, which is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than killing.

The eyeballs on Pahertz's fat cheeks turned deftly after seeing Phyllis's fried hair, she quickly raised her hand and took a step back, and her tone became softer, as if she was frightened by her fried appearance,

"Hey, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, you lion is easy to be anxious, don't be anxious first, after all, you found the things on the beach first, and you should have an extra one." Let's dig the baby together, and the baby that is dug up is four or six points, you six and I are four, how about it? ”

Hearing this, Phyllis's fur softened a little, and her brain, which had been squeezed and atrophied by money, spun around with difficulty.

If you don't share with them, you will either have a fight with them or you will have to compete with the three of them to dig something, and it is very likely that you will not dig as much as them in the end, and it is very likely that a fight will be bad for the boss; And if you share it with the three of them, you can still get a big share!

Thinking of this, her muffin-like ears on her head trembled, and she nodded while holding the golden cup in her arms,

"Deal, let's gather the baby together tonight and divide it, I remind you first, don't hide the baby, otherwise don't blame me for turning his face."

Pahertz stretched out her chubby hand and shook Phyllis's sand-stained paws with disapproval, and said with a smile,

"No problem, no problem."

In fact, the three of them had to go to find food for the Iceberg Queen, where did they get the time to dig the treasure with her.

Anyway, seeing that this lion is idle, and his head doesn't look very smart, when the time comes, the three of them can dig a little bit casually and hand it to her, and they can share forty percent of her hard work, which is equivalent to using Phyllis as a free labor force to dig treasures, and that forty percent is earned in vain.

It's a good job to compete with her to dig up treasures, and it's a unique job to let her dig most of them alone.

Watching Pahertz and the two crew members carry the shovel to the other side, Phyllis was overjoyed, carefully placing the golden cup in her arms behind her, and then stretched out her claws to dig up the treasure hidden in the sand.

Fisher, who was in the distance, smiled silently at the sight of this scene, obviously knowing what Pachtz was up to.

As the saying goes, people can't look good, although Pahertz looks chubby on the outside, but her heart is actually very slippery and sultry, which can be seen from her previous invisible lowering of Old Jack's vigilance.

Don't look at Old Jack a few years older than her, but the old man of Nari, who is fierce on the outside but simple on the inside, can't play with the first mate of this Sardinia woman.

Looking at Phyllis, who was struggling to dig up treasures in the sand, Fisher suddenly thought, if according to the rank of life, where is the lion race?

I had seen the All Things Warning Slate at the bottom of the sea before, but unfortunately it was swallowed into my stomach by the siren's big mouth.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and called out to Emhardt, who was on his shoulder, to ask if he knew anything about the life ranks,

"Emhat, do you know anything about the Life Rank?"

"Huh? What, the rank of life."

Emhardt, like Fisher, was paying attention to the scrolls in the distance, and he wanted to know what was written in the scrolls of the phoenix species, and he wanted to include that knowledge in his body, which was his instinct as a relic.

So at this time, hearing Fisher's sudden question, he was stunned for a second or two before he withdrew his gaze from Valentina's group and said,

"Come to think of it, this concept is old, probably the concept of the time when I was just forged by the great saints, or you humans. I can only give you a rough idea, after all, I wasn't as smart as I am when I was born. ”

Fisher was a little surprised when he heard this, he thought that a relic like Emhart was clearly different from other relics when it was forged.

"You mean, you didn't have any intelligence when you were forged by the Saint you spoke of?"

"Ah, that's right.. As every life is first born, consciousness is very hazy, and like any other relic, it fulfills the duties that the Saints have created for us. It wasn't until I left the Sanctuary and the Great Saint for unknown reasons that I slowly came to my current mind over the long years, and there must be a special reason for this."

"It's all far away, I should say the order of life."

As he spoke, Emhardt floated in mid-air, and the pages inside him began to flip rapidly, as if he were retrieving what he had recorded.

"Well, that's right, the word [rank] is actually your human habitual division. You like to divide concepts into order to show their differences, and in general you seem to be divided into several tiers, namely the Breeding Order, the Vigilance Order, and the Relationship Order. ”

"As the literal sense, [Reproductive Rank] indicates the possibility of producing offspring between organisms, the greater the difference in rank, the smaller the possibility of reproducing offspring, and most of the order of the Reproductive Rank is similar to the [Alert Order], only a few are special. Because the vigilance rank represents the average ability of individuals of each race, the higher the rank, the more exaggerated the ability of the creatures, so it is enough to roughly tell you the meaning of the vigilance rank. ”

"As for the [Relationship Rank], this is completely meaningless now, of course, each human tribe is different. They are ranked according to the proximity of other races and tribes, and the higher the rank, the worse the relationship. ”

Emhart, who was in mid-air, had retrieved all the knowledge he had recorded, then looked at Fisher in front of him and said,

"Based on the average rank of human beings, the alert level increases from 0 to 20."

"Most of the individuals from rank 0 to 5 do not have special abilities, only differ in physical fitness and physique, hence the name [Humanoid Level]. But even so, if there is no external force, even if human beings spend their entire lives exercising, they will be about 2 to 3 orders at most. ”

"Levels 6 to 14 have already reached a level far beyond that of humans, and they are clearly distinguished from humans in terms of ability, physique, and probability of reproduction, and are named [Transcendent Order]. For example, the average rank of the dragon race, the phoenix race, and the whale race is in this range. ”

"As for the races above the 15th order, whenever they appear in the field of vision of humans, they will be regarded as mythological records because of their supernatural abilities, so they are called [Mythical Level]. However, their number is very small, and now they have basically all disappeared, and they can't be touched if they want to, and the Chaos Seed and the Stream belong to this range. ”

"And I want to remind you, if you see a stone tablet recorded by humans in the past, there is usually a race drawn next to the ranks, you must not be deceived by the race drawn on it! Each individual is at a different level, and the position drawn by the fools only tells you the approximate location of that race, and the guard tablets in each human tribe are different! ”

Emhardt's tone was a little bitter, he seemed to have suffered a lot from this, and even the book cover with only one eye and one mouth looked bitter,

"I don't know which animal human tribe recorded the little devil and the demon as a demon species on the stone tablet, I thought it was all humanoid level small devils and transcendental demon attendants before I entered the demon abyss and read the book, but as soon as I entered, all of them were mythical level demons, and I was caught by the fiercest group inside."

While listening to Emhardt's introduction, Fisher's thoughts quickly corresponded to the contents of the stone slab he had seen at the bottom of the sea before, it seemed that there were a total of 20 horizontal lines representing the rank on the stone slab, except for the one based on humans, then they would be arranged upwards in turn, and their abilities would also increase.

The classification concept of ancient humans is still very easy to understand, since this rank is named [Alert Rank], it means that human beings rely on this rank to assess the risk of other races to themselves, which is a tool created by ancient humans in order to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, a bit similar to mathematics, other races do not recognize this thing.

Thinking about it this way, Earwind said that Elliog is at the 18th rank, does it mean that Elliog is a great demon at the mythical level, no wonder when he contracted Elliog, he also gave herself a warning for the first time after completing the manual, obviously he had never been in the contract with Rafael and Jasmine, the two world destroyers.

Moreover, hearing the division of ranks by ancient humans, Fisher suddenly remembered a very familiar concept, that is, the magic used by humans.

As mentioned earlier, the level of magic is distinguished by the number of rings, below the six rings is [low ring magic], and the six rings above can be called [high ring magic], but the number of magic rings at the highest level in existence is only fourteen.

If you match the number of magic rings with the rank one by one, the magic just arrives in front of the door of the mythical level, and it can completely cover all creatures of the humanoid and transcendent levels!

Is it possible, then, that magic, a miraculous tool, was created to make up for the lack of human beings in the life ladder?

As soon as this strange thought came to Fisher's mind, the image of the vigilance slab that he had seen that day in the bottom of the sea, and at the bottom of the slab, a human was prostrate on the ground, reverently raising his hands above his head, as if receiving some reward.

This made Fisher deeply doubt the history of magic that he had studied in the past, because at this time, he suddenly felt that the magic currently used by humans was most likely not created by themselves, but may have been given by others, as for who gave it?

That day, at the bottom of the sea, above the tall stone monument, a high but loving gaze suddenly broke into Fisher's thoughts

Fisher was a little stunned, and muttered a noun in a low voice,

"Mother Goddess?"

"Mother Goddess? What Mother Goddess? Are you stunned? ”

"No, I'm just thinking about something."

Hearing Emhart's question, he shook his head, taking in the thoughts he had generated in the previous second.

Fisher had doubts when he saw La Mastia before, if the gods believed in by the whale race existed, then could it be possible that the mother goddess also existed?

Fisher now felt that it was possible for the Mother Goddess to exist, and that it was this loving Mother Goddess who bestowed magic on humanity to leap from the bottom of the hierarchy to the top of the hierarchy and achieve today's hegemony.

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at himself and asked Emhardt,

"By the way, if you follow this division, where do you think my rank is?"

"Where?"

Emhart glanced at Fisher, then went around in a circle before saying,

"If you rely on the physique alone, the seventh or eighth order, it is very likely that your ancestors have a subhuman who is higher than the dragon race, and after so many generations of bloodline decay, you can still maintain the physique of an adult dragon race, this is a very outrageous thing"

"But if you add the other relics and magic you have in your hands, it's hard to say, since humans began to use magic, no one uses this kind of rank calculation tool anymore, and I'm not very good at it."

"I've heard that humans in the past had a special set of calculation formulas, but I didn't include them, maybe you humans felt that time was too humiliating, or maybe something happened that caused these things to be lost, thousands of years have passed, this kind of thing is very common."

But as he spoke, Emhart's face changed again, and his tone became a little yin and yang.

"Well, didn't I say it before, although most of the reproduction and vigilance levels coincide, there are still some that are different. Just like you, I feel that the reproduction level is much higher than your vigilance level, and the species in the transcendent level can probably produce offspring with you."

This time it was Fisher's turn to have a little strange expression, his reproduction level was tested by Elliog, she did say that it was very high, but how do you know this broken book,

"Wait, how do you know?"

"Hehe, I share a room with you every morning, I don't know? My advice is, you go find a suitable lady quickly, I feel like you're going crazy if you go on like this."

My advice is, don't give advice to others."

Fisher's face darkened, and he was about to reach out and grab Emhardt, who was flying in mid-air, and he ran far away, but Fisher didn't bother with him, but continued to think about this newfound concept and the problems it posed.

Because he suddenly discovered a loophole in Emhardt's words, he had just said that when humans divided the racial hierarchy by placing their average rank on the warning slate, Fisher felt that this was not the case.

If it is placed according to the average, then the human order should not be placed on the "zero" standard, in the primitive mathematics of human beings in the past, there is no concept of negative numbers, when ancient human beings put human beings on the number zero, it means that a lower order than zero has not been considered.

Therefore, the true meaning of the racial rank on the vigilance slate should be "the lowest value of the adult individual rank of the race".

According to this classification, his current physique should be just near the slightly higher of the lowest rank of the dragon race, no wonder he obviously felt that his strength was inferior to her when facing Rafael, an adult dragon race.

Another problem is that he seems to have found a pattern for Yaren Niang to make up the manual bonus.

From the several subraces he has studied so far, he has obtained a total of close to 30 points of constitution, and he clearly feels that the physical strength bonus obtained from Renee and Rafael at the beginning is the most obvious, and even makes him feel very energetic, but in the later stage, the magnitude of the bonus begins to become smaller and smaller.

Does this also mean that the gap will get bigger and bigger the higher the rank, probably because ancient humans rarely dealt with the higher-level sub-races, so naturally it was impossible to distinguish the characteristics of the higher-level races obviously?

However, other bonus points do not have such characteristics, such as the ability to reproduce, and there is no decreasing trend in points, he only feels that he likes ladies more and more

Regardless of time and cost, the highest ring that Fisher can engrave alone is probably the ninth ring, plus his eighth-order physique, it is conservatively estimated that he can touch the enemy from the tenth to the eleventh order?

But Fisher thinks it's still not very reliable, after all, this is the kind of game played by humans in ancient times, and the current world is affected by factors such as magic, steam engines, and relics, not to mention that there are still an unknown number of completion manuals in front of Fisher, and it is difficult to judge the judgment of life level too differently.

Fisher looked at his palms and suddenly thought of something.

Since the previous one can't be used, wouldn't it be okay to construct a new one-level system for oneself based on these factors?