Above the gray mist, inside the palace like the abode of giants.

Crane sat in the position of the fool, and with a lift of his right hand, the "Poseidon Scepter" hidden in the clutter pile flew out and landed in the palm of his hand.

Originally, he actually planned to place this seal comparable to "Level 1" next to the seat, which was a respect for the demigod-level item, but after careful consideration, he thought that the "Poseidon Scepter" was still a bit unmatched with the mysterious and powerful "Fool" who could fight against evil gods such as the "True Creator" and the "Original Witch", and the level of the "Blasphemy Card" was barely qualified, so he still threw the "Poseidon Scepter" into the clutter.

Looking at the bits of blue that swirled around the bone-white staff, Crane thought about it and gave him the idea of making a preliminary division of them.

As he expected, those blue and blue dots of blue light completed the differentiation of their own according to his will, simply praising the "sea god", sinking to the bottom with nothing to pray for, disappearing faster, and those involving confession and prayer floated upward, closer to Crane's palm.

Following his spiritual intuition, he "clicked" one of the latter.

Suddenly, he saw the waves surging high and heard the sound of the wind whistling violently.

An offshore fishing boat rises and falls in the undulating deep blue, tossing and turning, threatening to capsize at any moment.

On top of the fishing boats, the apparently indigenous people clinged to the masts or pulled the ropes, making their last efforts, and many of them chanted the name of "sea god" in a panic.

Sensing that this was an ongoing prayer, Crane raised the milky white scepter.

At the top of the scepter, blue-blue "gems" bloomed one after another, connecting into one piece, shining into that scene.

The fishermen were despairing, and suddenly they felt like they had been thrown off and the boat was calmed down.

They looked around in amazement, only to see that the waves like hills had somehow calmed down, and the wind that swept across the sea was getting slower and gentler, as soft as the taste of Zarha beer.

The dark clouds that stacked in mid-air dissipated, and before a storm could show its full form, it was forcibly pressed back by a mysterious force.

The fishermen quickly came to their senses from their stupor and understood what had happened:

"Poseidon" blessed everyone, and "Poseidon" showed his majesty!

Plop, plop, plop!

They all prostrate themselves on the deck, spread their hands, put them to their lips, and recited the honorific name of "Sea God" in a non-neat manner:

"Thank you, praise you, Protector of the Sea and the Spirits, Protector of the Rorsted Islands, Ruler of the Life of the Sea, Ruler of Tsunamis and Storms, Great Cavitova!"

Above the gray fog, Klein was inexplicably a little depressed:

I saved you, so why thank Kavituva?

That sea serpent will only deliberately create hurricanes, make waves, and intimidate you so that you will have to believe in it devoutly......

Klein was silent for two seconds, and then suddenly burst into a dumb smile:

"Kavituwa is dead, and now Kavituwa is my other identity.

"Why should I feel bad because others thank me for my alternate identity?

"This is what 'Faceling' must pay attention to when playing a real role? to truly integrate into the identity, to see his joys, sorrows and sorrows as his own joys and sorrows, but not to forget who he was in the first place...... It's really hard to do, if you don't pay attention to it, you will go insane, and if you are extraordinary, you will lose control not far away......"

After thinking carefully for a while, Klein let out a sigh and chuckled to himself:

"It's quite rewarding to play the 'sea god'.

"While the Grey Mist Shielding and Isolation may not have received feedback and directly facilitated the digestion of my Faceling' potion, it has also provided lessons to help me figure out safer and more effective ways to play it. ”

Gathering his mind, Crane spread his spirituality to another point of light.

This time the prayer came from a bridge hole, where a woman with torn clothes and a festering body leaning against the corner, muttering the honorific name of "God of the Sea" and making a final confession.

Through her description, Klein seems to have seen her short life with his own eyes.

This is an indigenous woman, her parents believe in the "god of the sea", so she also believes in the "god of the sea", in the first ten years, her father worked as a miner, repaired the road, paved the railroad tracks, and her mother mainly worked on various temporary jobs, sewing, pulping, helping at the dock, and intermittently being a street girl.

The change came two years ago, when his father died in a road accident, but the Rorsted Railway Company paid only a modest compensation, and the family gradually came to a dead end.

Subsequently, the girl was sold by her mother to the "Red Theater" and became a legal prostitute.

Although Russell the Great had already invented the condom, many pirates and adventurers were reluctant to use it for a momentary pleasure, and the "Red Theater" itself was not compulsory, so the girl could only give in to the struggle, and finally she was infected by someone.

The managers of the "Red Theater" tried to do simple treatment, but when they saw that there was not much improvement, they kicked her out, because the cost of follow-up treatment was obviously much more expensive than the cost of buying another girl.

Not only could the sick girl find a new job, but she also had no money to rent a house, and her mother and younger siblings had long since gone, perhaps dead, or taken captively into slavery.

The girl became a vagrant, lived under the bridge, and survived for a while on food from a charitable organization and some free medicines.

But this was short-lived after all, her illness became more and more serious, her body became weaker and weaker, and she soon came to the end of her life.

At that moment, she recalled the time when she was most well-fed and warmly clothed, recalled some of the occasional words of those pirates and adventurers, and whispered to the "sea god":

"I want to live like a human ......"

Crane raised his staff slightly, only to find that the seal had no ability to heal illness.

He wondered if he should buy a batch of potions from Emlyn White in the name of "the world", only to find that the prayer was from noon, and the girl had died, in the muddy bridge hole, in pain and intense hunger.

Klein was silent for a moment, allowing the perspective of the prayer screen to rise to reveal the location of the bridge hole.

After noting the characteristics of the nearby street and the surrounding area, Crane leaned back in his chair, sighed, and smiled without a smile:

"What a humble wish.

"There's nothing to play in here...... I'll try to make you as human as you can ......."

He withdrew his attention and browsed other points of light, looking for objects for real play, but for a while, it was difficult to gain anything.

In the process, Klein noticed that the rebels such as Carat and Edmonton held rituals to put a batch of items into the altar and pray for the strength of the "sea god".

That's how the extraordinary "things" they come to be in exchange...... At the level of demigods, it's really different...... Moreover, they were all used to not getting an immediate response, and seemed to want those items to spend the night in the altar...... It seems that the sea snake in Kavituva does not respond instantly, it depends on its mood, to see if it sleeps, otherwise it can only respond instinctively, and cannot make extraordinary "things" in batches...... Klein picked up the "Poseidon Scepter" and made the blue "gems" shine again.

The majestic spirituality was wonderfully combined, with a transcendent feeling, pouring into the supplication table, pouring into that altar, randomly merging with different objects.

Some are electric shock charms, some can make people swim in the sea like fish, and some can blow strong winds...... Within three months, the spirituality will gradually decay to the point where there is no ...... Klein's eyes were half-closed, and he felt the changes in the objects.

At this time, he was already quite tired, although he only responded twice, and mainly relied on the power of the "Seagod Scepter", but once to forcibly disperse the storm and smooth the waves, and once to provide "enchantments" for dozens of items at the same time, all of which belonged to the demigod-level application, and the consumption of his own spirituality was also very large.

"Even if I can use this 'Seagod Scepter' normally, I won't be able to support it for long...... However, it is a negative effect, and it does not cause me a burden, so I may be able to try to use it sometimes......

"Well, the rebels reminded me that I also have to pray to myself and make a batch of charms, mainly for underwater activities, so that even if I encounter a sea battle, I will not be restrained, by the way, I don't know how to do the lightning charm, I have to collect the corresponding occult information, with it, I can deal with the enemy who has air supremacy......"

Crane muttered a few words silently, and threw the "Poseidon Scepter" back into the clutter pile, and quickly returned to the real world.

............

East Chester County, in the middle of a vast and beautiful countryside, is a side gate of a vast manor.

Audrey Hall, dressed in a waist-cinched black rider's suit and lined with a simple women's blouse, sat quite familiarly on the back of a brown-red mare without the slightest sway.

Her black leather boots were in the stirrups, her legs in white trousers were slightly tucked in, and she smiled sideways at Susie, the big golden retriever dog with a leather bag on her back:

"I'll be waiting for you at the edge of the woods!"

With that, she bent down with the whip in her hand, and let the brown and red mare run from fast to slow in the wilderness.

Audrey prefers beautiful estates and rural scenery to the glamorous, expensive and gloomy family castles.

Handsome horses followed and ran out, riders had attendants and maids, and they had only one task, and that was to protect Miss Audrey.

Susie also ran happily, a feeling that could not be experienced in Beckland.

And she and Audrey will have a little adventure today, which is to explore a long-collapsed ancient tower in the woods, where valuable items have long been taken, there have never been any accidents, and it is a place for the inexperienced to master various skills.

The only problem is that it will be dark in two hours, and there may not be enough time.

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