On the shores of Nile Bay, an old man with gray hair is sitting leisurely on a reef on the shore, fishing.

The Nile Bay is actually the bay where the ocean flows inland, and it is this Nile Bay that has made Covitan prosperous today.

The old man is a famous ronin in the city of Covetan, it is said that he was a sailor when he was young, and reached the rank of colonel at the highest rank, so the children in Covetan like to call him Grandpa Colonel, and Grandpa Colonel seems to like to play with the children, he often sits in a remote corner of the central square, surrounded by children of all sizes, some of whom will dress up like a mature little adult, with the cream sauce left over from breakfast hanging on their lips, and some of them wear sloppy clothes but comb their hair shiny, and they stare at the big round eyesCuriously listening to their grandfather as the colonel told one strange and thrilling story after another, sometimes screaming, sometimes admiring, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing. The old man could always see in their expressions how wonderful the stories he told, and at the same time, he also found some long-lost warmth in the children's vivid expressions. At the end of the story, he would take out the candy and pudding that he had prepared in advance and give them to the children, and at this time the children's faces would always be smiling like sunshine, and the old man would seem to have returned to the carefree era, the short but beautiful time.

In addition to telling stories to the children, his favorite thing to do is fishing, and he only has a small dilapidated house of less than ten square meters in the city, which was given to him by the city hall. Other than that, he only had a few old clothes that had been given to him, oh yes, and he had a dagger that he carried with him, with a black suede sheath wrapped around the blade, and he never pulled out the dagger, which was said to be his personal weapon during his years in the Navy, and he felt more like a trustworthy companion after birth and death. In addition, the old man has almost nothing, of course, he has no source of income when he is over seventy, but fortunately his fishing level is quite high, it is said that he was born on an island surrounded by the sea, since he was a child, and the sea, Accompanied by swimming fish, he naturally practiced a high level of fishing, and he could catch a lot of sea fish every day, and then sell them at the morning market, and the little money he earned was almost all used to buy the candy and pudding that the children loved to eat, as well as those fluffy toys, and every child who listened to his story would get a gift, so every child in the city was particularly fond of their colonel grandfather.

Today, the old man still came to the Nile Bay very early, the morning sun had not yet risen, and the sky and the earth were a chaotic darkness, and the occasional sea breeze was cool and moist, with the salty smell of the sea. Sitting on the colorful reef in the sea breeze, the old man seemed to merge with the dim sky, and sat for an hour or two until a glimmer of light appeared in the distant sky.

The old man was accustomed to it, and every day he would sit alone by the sea for an hour or two before dawn, and then wait for the sun to rise and rush to the morning market in Covetan to sell his catch.

There was a faint glimmer of light in the distant sky, and today's morning sun seemed to rise earlier than he expected, the old man was slightly surprised, but he didn't think much about it, because he was still satisfied with today's harvest. He slowly rose from the reef, and suddenly his movements stiffened, for he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and the glimmer of light from the east seemed to grow brighter and brighter, but did not light up the entire dark sky.

He looked up in surprise and looked to the far east, where the morning sun had not risen, and the light did not come from the dawn, but from the foggy sea. As the light approached, the shrill sound of the engine sent the rolling waves towards the old man. It was a dinghy capable of one or two people, equipped with the most advanced magic crystal engines, and they could run like horses on the surface of the sea, more than ten times faster than ordinary cruise ships. They are called [Wave Chaser], produced in the United Empire of Bhakda at the beginning of the last century, in addition to the high cost, they also have a fatal flaw is that they need to consume a large amount of magic crystals to provide kinetic energy, and like the fierce horses, this kind of metal and magic crystal is also extremely difficult to control, so this kind of thing is not well known, and those who can own it must be the world's top nobles, or the rulers in power.

The old man was obviously not a top nobleman, nor was he a ruler in power, but he recognized the approaching thing. In addition to allowing the nobles to gallop freely on the sea, the warriors riding the Wave Chaser are like knights galloping on their horses in the sea, they can easily catch up with the enemy's warships, or even warships, equipped with advanced magic crystal weapons, or bring powerful magicians, they can dominate the battle on the sea, and turn the tide of victory in an instant......

The old man's mind seemed to be pulled back to seventeen years ago, that night filled with gunsmoke, beacon fire, swords and shadows, guns roared, blood stained the earth, flames burned the sky, and corpses piled up...... Roars, roars resounded through the heavens and the earth. The black-robed invaders also rode the [Wave Chaser] to resist the wind as they did today, their loose robes rolled wantonly in the wind, and in the firelight he could clearly see a huge cross printed on the back of their robes, a white cross painted with gold!

"It's them, it's them! How could they come to Covetan?" The old man's eyes were full of mixed emotions, hatred, fear, sorrow, and unwillingness were intertwined, and he subconsciously clenched the dagger hanging from his waist, and he stared at the group of people who were about to land on Covetan, their black robes fluttering in the morning breeze, and the gold-painted cross on his back glittered in the morning light.

In the early morning, Covetan gradually woke up, and the crowd began to slowly pour into every corner of the street. An ordinary and hectic day has officially begun. The black robes who came on the [Wave Chaser] looked a little eye-catching on the street, all of them black robes, wearing hoods that covered most of their faces, but they still attracted the side eyes of many people.

"Who are they?"

"It looks like a believer from some religion. ”

"Look at the cross on their backs, isn't that a symbol of the Holy Cult of Cesslia?"

"Aren't the missionaries of the Holy Religion all dressed in white robes?"

"yes, it's the first time I've met a black missionary!?"

Some of them whispered, some looked at their distant backs and reverently drew crosses on their chests, and some followed them curiously to see what these sudden outsiders wanted to do. If they remember correctly, the black-robed men weren't walking in the direction of the downtown church or the town hall.

"I really can't stand this group of lowly guys, there are their complicated and trivial voices everywhere. One of the black-robed, strong-looking men said in a slightly hoarse and contemptuous voice, "What a hindrance!"

"Don't do that, Haswal, they talk about us, just to show that we are more visible in the crowd, the focus, the focus!" you know?" a short black-robed man next to him chuckled, "Isn't it nice to attract attention? Someone will always notice your presence, isn't that a reflection of your own worth?"

"I don't think it's good at all, we're God's messengers, what qualifications do these lowly inferiors have to point fingers at us?" Haswal retorted angrily, his eyes peeking out from under his hood as fierce as a violent black bear.

"I think you're more interested in getting noticed, Kazdi. Another soft female voice provoked with a slight mockery, "If it weren't for you for a long time, we would all be on the way back, right?!"

"You can't blame me, the procedure of applying for [Wavechaser] requires the approval of various checkpoints......" The short man known as Kazidi retorted dissatisfiedly.

"That's enough, don't forget what you're here for. The deep voice of the black-robed man who walked in the front came in vain, and there was an undoubted sense of oppression in his words, "If you want to make small talk, wait until you finish the task and go back to talk slowly." ”

"Yes, Lord Barrow Just!" the three behind him replied in unison when they heard this man speak, apparently the black-robed man named Barrow Justter was the leader of the group, and the rest of the black-robed people did not say much along the way.

At the end of the street, a green lawn was opened, and in the center of the lawn was a three-story building, with a brick and stone façade painted in striking gold, and five large silver characters hanging above the wide iron gates - Covitan Casino.

"What an unexpected irony, the famous 'Grim Reaper' would stoop to such a place?" Barrow Justt slowly raised his head, a glint flashing in his eagle-sharp eyes under the hood, and he sneered in his heart, "Yusri Mars...... Teacher!"

The Covetan Casino is not open so early, the dark iron doors are closed, and even the windows on each floor are closed, which is completely different from the vibrant scene at nightfall, the early morning casino has a dull and lonely atmosphere, even if the dawn has illuminated the land, it still makes people feel a little oppressive.

A winding cobblestone path stretched from the casino's main gate to the feet of the black-robed men, and four black-robed men stepped forward and stopped in front of the gate.

"Are we early, or are we late?" said Kazdi, grinning.

"It's not early, it's not too late. Hasvol strode forward, stretched out a hand under the black robe against the black iron door, and said lightly, "If you haven't woken up yet, then I'll wake them up......

With the palm of Haswal's hand as the center of the circle, a wave visible to the naked eye quickly spread out in all directions in a ripple-like manner. The transparent ripples passed through with a slight but high-frequency vibrating, and a buzzing string sound violently crossed the eardrums, like the screams of some giant insect before it died. The gate made of black iron collapsed in an instant, and the dense cracks slowly tore open on the surface of the gate, and then this seemingly solid black iron gate collapsed in an instant, and the shattered iron shot out in all directions, and the black iron gate that was still intact just now instantly turned into a slag of iron all over the ground, and a messy rock cave was presented in front of everyone in black.

Haswal took two steps back, gave up the hole in the black hole to the black-robed man named Barrow Just, and leaned over to make a "please" gesture.