Darkness alternates with thunder and lightning, a new day in the Godforsaken Lands.

Esther observed the short sword, which was only the length of her forearm, and turned it around in circles, as for the "Logan's Claw", after she got a new and more powerful weapon, it instantly lost its original position in the palm of her hand, and Ace held it around her waist.

Not only does this dagger have extraordinary power, but it also has the pollution of merging with it, and it is impossible for any Sequence 3 Extraordinaire to be so "peaceful" with it if it were to be approached like this - it definitely has a certain "living" quality, and it expresses a strong sense of disgust towards Esther all the time.

Unfortunately, it didn't have long legs, and it couldn't have run out of the range that Esther had suppressed.

After Esther pinched a ball of light directly into the tail of the dagger, it was now quite honest, no longer twisting the rules around it, and no longer trying to create "laws" that forbade its wielders from breathing or heartbeat.

However, on this quaint stone sword, the residual extraordinary power is slowly fading every moment, although it may consume seven or eight years, but as long as it is effectively isolated, it can eventually consume itself due to its overactive consciousness.

That is, relying on herself that she would not be affected, Esther dared to take it, otherwise she would have "sent" it out a long time ago, such as throwing it directly to Amon. Amon wouldn't be affected anyway, and would certainly be happy to have such a "safe" special item to study.

The young man who was named by Esther in her heart pinched her monocle and said with a smile, "I always think you're thinking about very childish things."

Esther didn't even bother to talk back, just glanced at him, and continued to turn the short sword in her hand, but her attitude, no matter how she looked at it, was to divert her irritability by bullying this magical object.

Amon pinched his eye sockets twice before putting down his hand, and his dark eyes seemed to be smiling: "Hmm...... Adam just talked to me about something very interesting."

"How do you know what the clone is talking to him about here?" Esther glanced at Amun's monocle suspiciously, and subconsciously rubbed her right eyebrow, "Oh, you use uniqueness to interact with the spirit world, build a regionalized information transmission, and then send it to you in a unified manner, and you can also achieve a real-time connection with a specific clone......

Esther paused for a moment, always feeling that this was quite close to the concept of "Internet", almost called "Mongolian Internet", but the only registered accounts that could be logged in were internal users of the "Amon" family.

Esther pointed to her eyebrows, "This method of use is not like yours, and it is more of a Dariberg style."

"After all, my father left a lot of things, and my brother and I each have a part, which is 'reasonable'." Amon said this with a disgruntled look on his face, but before Esther could ask, he said to himself, "When did you find out?"

Esther didn't keep up with the topic jump: "What did you find?"

"I'm not a doppelganger."

"Isn't Silver City an area you're focusing on? I've made such a big fuss again, and it's the strangest thing that you don't show up. The first time you 'stole' the clone is, I knew that your 'clone' also showed a difference."

Amon didn't look very happy, "Am I acting strangely in something? You can even notice ......."

"A sense of estrangement, a sense of alienation," Amon could see as a crow with her hand, "though I am a little proud, but I can certainly tell the difference between the clone that will be affected by me and the body that remains vigilant."

"The most important thing is that the doppelganger crows will resist falling on top of my head, and you won't, because you know you can circumvent my influence."

"That's why?" Amon smiled and straightened his hat against his curly hair, "It seems that you are still a little compatible with the 'Decryption Scholar'."

"I'll just say you're calling me 'smart' in a straightforward and formal way, thank you."

"That's what you're thinking too much about."

Esther weighed the dagger in her hand twice, looking careless

"You seem to have changed your mind again. Now there is no rush for me to continue walking, but after giving me a general direction, let me walk slowly like this. Why is that?"

"Can't it be because I want to see you lost?"

「…… I didn't ask you this."

Esther rubbed her brow in annoyance, and the annoyance on her face couldn't be contained: "I always have a very uncomfortable intuition."

"It's too late for you to regret now." Amon smiled kindly.

"I won't go back, after all, the river of fate doesn't go backwards," Esther sighed, "I'm definitely not going to help you be—"

The black eyes met the pale eyes, and there was no smile in Amun's eyes, "Even if I'm for my father? You should know by now what 'Them' has done."

It wasn't the first time that Esther felt weak in front of Amon, but this time, she even gave birth to real guilt, and she was stunned for two seconds before retracting her gaze:

「…… I'm sorry."

The fluttering words were trampled and trampled by a thunderbolt overhead.

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Northeast of the Rorsted Islands, Olawe Island.

The Clover staggered into a remote bay like a drunken man who had drunk too much.

It had just experienced a strange disaster, half of its mast had been scorched, and at the moment it could not even hang up its mainsail, but could only move forward with the spray of the waves with the power of foam.

If you keep sailing at this speed on the surface of the sea, a crazy wave will be enough to tip the snail ship over. However, the ship's good fortune continued, and a boatload of people breathed a sigh of relief that they had an accident not far from Olawe Island, where repairs could be carried out.

But it seemed too coincidental to Matteo—just last night he had received a letter and was considering whether or not to come to Olavi to meet someone.

At this point in time, the "Clover" was inexplicably struck by lightning on the safe channel, which is very suspicious no matter how you look at it.

Matteo leaned against the side of the ship, looking at the sun-drenched water, at the narrow dock that was getting closer and closer to the dock, just right for a ship as small as the Clover, and still avoiding the trouble of staying in the big harbor.

Matteo also pondered for a long time, although in the way of Captain Aaron, he was suddenly unlucky, and it was not an accident that he was struck by lightning...... No, I must have been led astray by Thoma to push all the bad things on the captain's head.

Although it was strange that Aaron had the whim to climb the mast at half past three in the morning and then happened to encounter that lightning bolt. Aaron, as the "Mage of Doom", had nothing to do, but the "Clover" could not withstand it, and finally had to find a nearby island for repairs.

Matteo suddenly felt that Thoma's suspicions were justified, and that it was likely that Aaron was practicing some of the abilities of the "fate" path, which was no secret within the fleet.

A small package draws a parabola, and Matteo quickly catches it before it hits his head,

The round coin inside is very noticeable to the touch in the palm of the hand.

Mattio looked up, Mary was not wearing a headscarf today, and her fluffy brass bangs blocked her forehead, making her facial features look less sharp than usual, and she looked more urbane, not at all like a female pirate running around the sea.

Matteo shook the money bag in his hand, and the coins inside "clattered" together: "What is this?"

"The captain said he wanted to give it to you, and he said you were going to get off the ship, and I didn't even know you were going to get off the ship? Hah......" Mary said and yawned.

Because of the inexplicable thunder, no one on the ship dared to sleep back in the middle of the night, and as soon as she approached the port at this moment, she relaxed her tense nerves a little, and her sleepiness came up.

"Thanks, he probably did something to divination."

Matteo opened the bag and found that it contained not only the local currency used in the Rorsted Islands, but also a note.

"Mary, does the captain have anything else to say to me?"

"No, what is this?"

Noticing Matteo's growing seriousness, Mary leaned over and curiously wanted to see what was written on the note, but Matteo quickly stopped him.

"I'll just take a look, how do you ......?"

In Mary's astonished eyes, Matteo did not hesitate to crumple the note and spill it overboard, and the paper floated to the surface of the sea, unable to be put back together.

He walked around Mary with a straight face, and ran to the cabin without looking back: "I'll go back and get ready, and I'll get off the ship at once."

"Hey, you remember to be back by the morning after tomorrow, we're going to leave - did you hear that?"

Mary shouted loudly, but Matteo didn't even look back.

Her voice poked far behind Matteo's back, brushing only the back of the Clover member, and getting no response.

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