In the dim light, the interior of this cabin is surprisingly rudimentary.

Except for some wooden beds and a set of tables and chairs, there is no other furniture, and it seems that it was once a room where people lived.

The emphasis on the room is due to the fact that a thin layer of dust is visible to the naked eye on the surface of the wall, especially the untrampled surface, and only the bumps of the ship make their surface wrinkled, as if they were frozen in the shape of a solid surface ripple.

"Your Excellency, you are so actively involved...... I'm really flattered. ”

Lucifer said slowly, "I'm not trying to sell you a favor, I just want to do it for the time being." ”

His Majesty the King is more willful – that's a good explanation.

But having mastered a lot of details, Mogan can also roughly confirm the real brain circuits of this elusive powerhouse.

It's much simpler than you think.

"Where are we now?" Will didn't dare to move, but looking around to no avail, he turned to ask for help.

Lucifer stretched out his left hand and made a grasping gesture, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a trace of magic flowed from his fingertips, and finally condensed into a small fireball, which was in the shape of a flame, but took on a light blue color.

The fireball moved slowly, passing over each wall, and suddenly stopped, slammed up and down slightly, and then obediently stood still.

"This magic can be used to sense the presence of replica magic. We're now near the rift in the cabin that was blasted open by the cannon, and it's magically repaired to keep it in shape for the time being—as it was before it was blasted. ”

"For the time being......," Will asked in amazement, "Isn't the mage's restoration magic able to completely restore objects to their original appearance?" ”

Lucifer explained to him, "This condition is limited to general material damage. Most of the main structures of ships that can sail in the sea are magical materials, and if they are exploded with gunpowder with the same magical materials or destroyed by natural magical forces, the mage's magic can only rely on a steady stream of transportation to maintain the recovery effect, and if it is not maintained, it will soon deteriorate twice. ”

"That is, the mage's magic can't really repair the magic material. Another point is that the Blue Eagle Pirates are not using ordinary artillery with a significant sound, but a lethal cannon mixed with magical materials. ”

As he added, Morgan folded his arms and looked in the direction where the fireball was pointing.

This must have been part of the gap that the second cannon shot out at that time.

Lucifer was able to teleport directly to this place with two people, and he must have not only seen the location of the cargo ship, but also had a basic judgment of the location of the wound on the outside.

But looking from the inside and from the outside are two different things after all, and when he comes to another direction, he can only start from scratch.

At the same time, the fireball approached the wall under Lucifer's careful control, getting closer and closer, until it was about to make contact, and the wall, which was originally plain and unremarkable, and even the dust had been restored intact, suddenly "fell off the slag" and a gap appeared.

Lucifer immediately stopped at this, and a small round hole appeared in the wall. The edges are not burned, blackened, but like tiny holes that appear out of thin air.

Beyond the small hole is the harbor where the sea and the distance are condensed into a small circle of light, and from outside there is the sound of the waves - the restoration magic that existed before is not a tofu scum project, but also includes the sound insulation effect of the substance itself.

Thinking so, Morgan stepped forward as well, and probably touched a little of the surface of the cargo ship from the gap and put it under his nose to sniff.

Tung oil, coke.

To put it bluntly, it's the original version of paint, a pure natural substance that doesn't touch any magic.

Although he had long guessed, Mogan still felt a sense of subtlety.

The black exterior is supposed to be a disguise made by a cargo ship when traveling in the middle of the night—a natural disguise to save money in addition to the invisibility charm.

The invisibility spell with good effect can temporarily hide the traces of cargo ships, but if it is to be maintained for a long time, it has been shrouding such a large cargo ship, and at the same time erasing the strangeness of the junction of water ships, although the specific implementation plan cannot be determined, but it must be a large expense.

Either you need to buy a terrifying number of magic scrolls, or you have to hire a dozen magicians to work overtime, work in shifts, you run out of magic, and I'll take it.

The more people in the know, the harder it is to keep secrets. Even if you don't consider which of the two costs more, of course, dead things can be kept secret than living people, and if Mogan wants to do big things, I'm afraid he will choose the former.

Therefore, the invisibility spell is not played for the whole time, and should be mainly before and after the traces can be easily detected.

There are many ways to dock in a port, and if you disguise it, you can dock as an ordinary ship, and there are many ways to do this, and the spell alone can think of seven or eight possible solutions.

Anchoring in an inaccessible offshore area is another option than stopping in a harbor, but in the process of sailing, whenever you pass through a crowded place, you may need to use the simplest and most brutal invisible magic to hide.

No matter how much you pretend to be a ghost and have bad intentions, a cargo ship is still a "cargo ship" in the final analysis, and it needs to be maintained at a cost.

Whether it's a good guy or a bad guy, if you want to do great things, you have to start the capital.

Money doesn't fall from the sky – at least not always. No one knows if the evil villain, who is complacent in public and reveals that he has been planning a conspiracy for many years, will spend most of his time behind his back.

You may need to open up a cozy, green, and non-irritating office, massage your scalp, and handle the financial statements submitted by your subordinates yourself in order to prevent leaking information to people you don't trust.

Rather than the amazing results that everyone can see, Mogan is more process-oriented. Anyone's plan can be perfect, but mistakes often happen in the process of implementation - and that's where the clues he wants to get are about to appear.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the door of the cabin was pushed open, and a choking puff of smoke followed, and the dust that had been hidden between the cracks in the door was carried into the air.

"Ahem......"

Will was still looking around, and was the first to be hit in the face by the smoke and dust, and instinctively covered his face with his arms, covering his mouth and nose first to avoid eating anything unclean.

He had heard faint footsteps before, and Mogan had expected it, but he kept quiet, standing with his arms crossed - the visual blind spot of the cabin.

He has the principle of observing others before they are discovered, if the situation allows.

"I said there's movement here!" The girl kept turning her head to look at the people behind her, and strode to the threshold, "Even if there is really no one on this boat, how many rats are there?" ”

Captain Melissa, who hadn't come over yet, warmly reminded, "Who said there was no one, so what was it that I just knocked out?" ”

"Captain!" Connor complained, "You put people down before they could say anything, so what do we ask?" ”

"I didn't expect it either...... Who knows that there are only a few janitors, and then there is no one left. Isn't it normal to solve the gatekeeper first and avoid ventilation and reporting? This ship is so strange that I don't know why, I can't even find the captain's room. ”

"After a few little minions, you're getting fat? Knowing that you are pirates, I don't expect you to know what it means to salute before you soldiers, but at least you have to be able to see that the situation is not ordinary—don't let people see you when you do bad things. ”

In addition, the merman Austin carries his own "low pressure" aura, and his words are mean, which is really easy to recognize.

Connor muttered, "I've been the first mate for so long, why are you here again, it's 'you guys' again." And it's a problem of its own, so I pushed it casually, and I didn't mean to ......"

Defending herself, she just turned her head to look at Will, who was busy wiping dust from her face, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

"You ......"

Connor's words stopped at the word, stiffening in place, as if he didn't know how to react.

"Anyone?"

Melissa also appeared in the field of vision behind the door at this time, she had probably been following Connor all along, responsible for the safety of the rampaging little girl, squinting at this time, pulling Connor behind her, who was standing still.

But when she saw Will, she was immediately deflated and frowned, "Why is it a child?" Could it be that this ship not only sells goods, but also sells young laborers? ”

"Isn't that weird?" Austin probably disliked that the door was too dirty, but he didn't change his sarcastic nature outside the door frame, "I've long been used to it, and I think it's normal for the Terrans to do anything." ”

Behind him, there seemed to be another member of the Blue Eagle Pirate Regiment standing silently.

Having observed almost all the external conditions, and hearing this blunt, conjecture with group harm, the corners of Mogan's mouth twitched, and he also felt that the time was right, so he walked out of the back of the cubicle and opened his mouth quietly.

"Everyone is a smuggler, and their behavior is quite suspicious...... It's really unnecessary to be in a hurry to divide the high and low. ”