Linde looked at the two things and walked up the steps......

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"Green, let's go, today we're going to start the demon." A fish-man nimbly slipped through the chimney-like top door, and his mouth made a piercing and high-pitched sound, which was the only way to communicate because he lived in the sea.

He pushed open a door, and the room was empty, except for this large, fat anemone bud in the center of the room. Its tentacles all rolled into its cavity, and at its mouth, a sleepy-eyed head, as if awakened by someone who had come.

This is their tribe's "bed", a huge sea anemone, the fish-man and the sea anemone's tentacles are included in its cavity, and the body that enters the cavity is in close contact with the tentacles, which is especially suitable for sleeping.

"Still sleeping! Still sleeping! ”

When the fish-man who came in saw this, he was angry, and swam straight over, putting his hands on the anemone's soft and thick body and starting to scratch. The anemone seemed to be unable to withstand this tickling action, and vomited, along with the tentacles that had been contained in the cavity, and the little fish-man who had not yet understood what was going on.

The fish-man who had been spit out and called Grimm stretched and yawned in his mouth.

"Hmm...... Let's go. He wiped his face with his webbed palm, said in a tired voice, and swam out of the room.

When the fishman who came in saw his appearance, he was also helpless, so he had to follow him.

Green swam out of the room and over the village. The neighbor's Grindy Lowe bared its fangs at Grimm, and it lunged up, and then was pulled hard by the straw rope around its neck.

Green ignored him, but continued to swim high until he could overlook the small village.

It is a beautiful village in the sea in the dark. Most of the houses are only one or two stories high. The only three-story building is located on the west side of the village, but that small building is not inhabited, but serves as a meeting hall for major events in the village, a place for the young fishmen of the village to enlighten their demons.

The name of this small building is very simple, it is called: three floors.

In the square in the center of the village there are also two huge statues, one male and one female. The female statue is the legendary "Sea Singer", and the male statue is the legendary "Sea Beast Sacrifice".

However, Green didn't quite understand what these two stood when he was so old, but the old fishmen in the village told them that they were two particularly powerful "professions".

Occupation?! There was no such thing as a profession in his mind, and most of the people in the village lived a lifestyle based on domesticated sea beasts, which were kept in captivity by men and women.

"What are you looking at?" The fish-man behind him also swam up and looked at Green suspiciously.

Green turned his head to look at his fish-man friend. His name is Fur Seal, and he has iron-blue skin and thick, hard scales all over his body. Huge eyes, sharp teeth. At the same time, there are multiple joints with fins. All four fingers are webbed. And giant frog paws.

A far cry from the beautiful creatures on the statues, this is the image of almost all the fish-people in this village.

Why say almost all. Because that's not the case with Green. He had pale skin, and his long, thick blond hair floated and swayed with the current.

He had pale skin, faintly fine scales shining with blue and purple brilliance under the skin, large finned ears, many fins on his body, powerful limbs, and webbed hands and feet.

His image is what the statue looks like.

Green shook his head and looked at the fur seals: "It's nothing, let's go!" With that, he took the lead and swam to the third floor. At this time of year, they have to go there to perform the initiation.

Demon revelation is something that every little fishman has to go through when he is eight years old, and it is more like a ritual, a party.

All fish-men of all ages are confronted with statues of two so-called legendary objects in front of the hall, and the village chief crowns them with seaweed rings one by one, which means that they are already a big child and can start trying to domesticate their own sea beasts.

According to the village chief, the Demon Revelation was once able to give the fishmen access to the powerful spell inheritance of their ancestors from ancient times. But since Green's birth, let alone seeing a fishman who has been inherited, he has never heard of it.

The two of them crossed one stone house after another, and in the meantime they gathered with the rest of the group of small fishmen, and in a short time the group had more than ten people.

That's pretty much it, and there are only a dozen or twenty people of the right age in this small village every year.

A few people crossed the middle of the square and came to the street, then slowly landed and began to walk, which is the rule of the village: no matter which direction you are in, if you want to go there, you have to land from here and walk over.

Green walked through the crowd and listened to the chatter of the little fish people around him. Because of his peculiar appearance, these little fishmen did not want to play with him, and he only had a friend with the fur dog who came to wake him up.

Walking to the front of the three floors, an old fish-man stood in front of the door.

And around them, on both sides of the street, there are already many fish-people swimming from high places watching them, some of them are adults, and some of them are not adults but have already performed demon initiation before. They chattered and chattered.

For them, today is a rare festival. As for what does not enlighten demons, they don't have such a concept in their minds, for them, just go in, and pray to the statues of two legendary objects, and then the village chief will put a seaweed ring on them.

As for some ancient, powerful magic inheritance, who would believe it. For decades, not a single fish-man had ever seen it.

Green looked at the old fishman in front of him in the crowd, he was the head of this village, and he was also one of the few people in this village who treated the fatherless and motherless Green with sincerity.

The old fish-man had a majestic face, and he glanced around, directly frightening these little fish-men into not daring to make a sound.

Seeing that they were quiet, the old fish slowly spoke, and the voice came out through the current:

"As the remnants of Atlantis, we have noble blood in our veins, and we use wisdom that is unattainable by other creatures, and we are born with powerful magic in our bodies.

And today, you will meet the things of legend, if you are lucky. You will be given the power of legend. Although I don't expect that. In the end, his voice grew lower and lower, even revealing disappointment.

He looked at the children in front of him, and the casualness in their eyes was indifferent.

They don't believe what they say at all, but what can be done, this situation is not unique in recent years. What ancestral power, what remnants of Atlantis. They know what Atlantis is, and thank goodness.

Their inheritance is like a candle in the wind, and he has a premonition that as long as he dies, then there will be no fish-man who remembers his origin, his own bloodline, and his own inheritance.

Thinking of this, he could only let out a sigh, and his figure became more and more rickety.

"Come in!" With that, he turned and pushed open the door of the three-story building. Take the lead in guiding the children inside.