The visible land made Lan En relax in his heart.

Although Mentos's plan and his own execution skills were enough to ensure that he would not drown in armor like an unlucky man when he landed in the deep waters.

But who can refuse a safer and more convenient way to save themselves?

With his feet touching the seabed, Lan En has a stable point of force, so his body can move more smoothly.

He fluently peeled off the main body of his Grandmaster-level armor, that is, the outer and inner plate armor, and also applied a robe with a large chain mail structure, as well as a pair of sturdy and sturdy gloves.

After stuffing it into his alchemy leather bag, he used his much lighter body to jump from the seabed to the higher land.

Oxygen is probably sufficient.

Lan En jumped forward in the sea as he estimated his body's oxygen consumption.

Mentos sensed Lan's actions, and the power it had boosted did in an instant what it would have previously taken nearly a minute to do.

It combines the oxygen stock in Lanne's lungs, as well as the real-time oxygen consumption data of his body, and directly makes a progress bar.

The full state of this progress bar is Lann's ability to move underwater.

Lan En looked at the progress bar on the retina, which was now about four-fifths of the oxygen, and when he advanced more than ten meters, the progress bar had dropped to seven-tenths at a uniform speed.

Now, less than forty meters away from where he could poke his head out of the sea.

Oxygen is indeed sufficient.

Lan's calm mind and excellent body control have kept his oxygen consumption stable.

And just as the witcher was steadily advancing on the seabed, a rope fell from the sea.

A hemp rope looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, and even the knot of the hemp rope has black mildew.

But this is a rope after all, and the direction is still thrown from the coast.

Lan En didn't hesitate, he directly grabbed the hemp rope floating in the sea water and began to drag himself.

This saves a lot of effort in the seawater.

Eventually, the waves on the surface of the sea washed away Lan En's silver hair again.

The witcher first put his head out of the sea, and then step by step, he walked onto land surrounded by the waves.

The sparse water dripped from his body and fell onto the sand, and Lan let go of the hemp rope in his hand, brushing his hair back with one hand and holding his waist with the other, and let out a long breath.

"Suck~exhale!"

Although the oxygen progress bar never fell below 3/10 under his control, people who came up from under the water inevitably wanted to catch their breath.

And just as Lan En gasped, a little girl jumped up and waved her hand under his field of vision, trying to get his attention.

It was a sloppy-looking little girl, but this sloppiness may have been more due to a life of poverty than to character.

Because her black hair was being curled behind her ears, and the top of her head was also tied in a bun with balls.

She wore a pair of leather sandals, and the only clothes on her body were probably a 'short skirt' made of linen sewn with holes in her head and arms sticking out, and a belt around her waist.

This style of clothing is a little familiar to Lan En, a former history buff.

The little girl was still waving, because the witcher's eyes were recalling the knowledge, and she thought that the other party had not recovered from the air.

"Hey! Wake up! You okay? ”

Amber cat's eyes coalesce from the memories and focus on each other.

And the little girl saw it clearly, but she didn't mean to be frightened at all, but was even more excited.

"No need to wave, miss. I am fine. ”

"The rope you threw down just now? Thank you very much, you helped me. ”

Lan replied as he shook his hair.

At the same time, he began to turn his head and look around, the first time he had looked at the world since he had fallen into the sea since he had just entered the world.

The azure waters shimmer in the sunlight like a plate made of precious stones. The waves gently brushed the sand, and the soft, cool foam slowly swept over his boots made of dragon leather.

In the dusty sky, flocks of seagulls are screaming incessantly.

It's a bit hot here.

"Haha, you call me 'Miss'? No, it doesn't matter, can you give me an eagle? ”

"Wait, what's that?"

The little girl's eyes widened in anticipation, but her headless, wish-making inquiry drew a surprised rhetorical question from Lan En.

"It's the kind of eagle that listens to me!"

"Why do you think I can give you an eagle?"

Although if you use the [Axifa Seal], it seems that you can indeed tame an eagle for a short time.

"Didn't you give Kassandra an obedient eagle? It's Icarus! ”

The little girl said unconvinced, her hands on her hips as if she thought her reasons were very valid.

"Please! You admit that I helped you, don't you? How about helping me bring Challa to life? ”

As she spoke, she pulled out a small wooden sculpture of a flying eagle.

Obviously, this little sculpture is her 'Chara'.

Lan En didn't know what to say, and there were so many questions in the little girl's words that he didn't know where to start for a while.

After a moment of silence, Lan En said with his fingers pinching his brow.

"Miss, why don't we introduce ourselves first? I'll come first, my name is Lanne. ”

"My name is Fauber, and I'm not a young lady, so I'm not worthy."

Speaking of this, Fauber sneered, with some inferiority complex in that smile, and a forced pretense of not caring.

"All right, Fauber."

Lan En tilted his head and smiled, looking down at the dark, skinny little girl.

"You said we gave an eagle to a man named Kassandra, and that eagle was called Icarus. What do you mean by 'we'? ”

"You guys." Fauberger's face was evident with legitimacy, "Who else could it be?" O gods! ”

"The eagle is the beloved bird of the gods, one of the incarnations of Zeus! Who can command these noble beasts but you, that they may know whom to follow? ”

"Gods? Greek gods? ”

Lan En opened his mouth, but in the end he could only speak.

"No, I'm not."

"Of course! You are not one of the gods on Mount Olympus. ”

Fauber looked like I understood, and affectionately stepped forward and patted the back of Lan's hand.

"Although you walked out of an invisible door in mid-air, though you were tall and handsome beyond mortals, with eyes that no human had and hair like molten silver, you were not one of the gods."

"After all, you all like to hide your identities and contact with mortals in legends, right? I've heard a lot of stories! ”

After saying that, Fauber looked at Lan En expectantly.

"I'm good at secrecy! Can I consider this a little secret for both of us? Please! ”

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