Sharf didn't notice the change in Alger's eyes, and pointed to one of the "primordial moon" believers who was being "cremated":

"His cane, which he also took from me, is called 'Word of the Sea', which can release lightning at the target and attach a wind blade when swinging and hitting, in addition to these, it can also create large water balls and corrosive rain, so that the wielder is no longer afraid of the pressure of the deep sea, can freely draw oxygen from the water, and at the same time, it can also be used as a wand to take people flying.

"There are three negative effects, one is that it likes to sing, every six hours, it will inevitably sing a song, the impact is not divided between friend and foe, depending on the style of the song chosen, sometimes it is addictive, sometimes it is shocking, sometimes it is irritability and lowers the mind, of course, even if it is less than six hours, as long as you wish, it is happy to sing;

"Second, as you can see from what I have just said, that it has a certain living character, and it belongs to the kind of poor character, which likes to trip over him, whip him, and pull him down the ladder while the wielder is not paying attention;

"The third is that it will cause the holder to be susceptible to lightning, so in a thunderstorm, either don't go out or don't take it. ”

This is the seal made by Gelman Sparrow's extraordinary characteristics of the "Sea Singer", if he knew that you would have done it a long time ago, but let the believers of the "Primordial Moon" take it, then you would definitely be sold to those in need, in the form of extraordinary characteristics...... Alger looked near the dining table and saw a deep black cane inlaid with silver-white metal.

- In his mind, magical objects with living properties are seals, regardless of the severity of other negative effects, because they themselves imply unforeseen dangers.

Seeing that the "Star General" Gardelia and her companions did not say that it could be over, Charph had no choice but to make a bitter face and continue to dig out the magical items:

"This short knife is called 'Poison Blade', you know the effect just by hearing the name, you don't need me to describe it again, right?

"Hey, it can attach a random amount of poison to every damage, and what it is, it's pure luck.

"It doesn't have a big negative effect, it just causes medical failure and accumulated drunken feelings. ”

Sharf introduced several more magical items in a row, and finally heard the "Star General" Gardelia speak:

"Good, I'll leave the rest to you. ”

Call...... Not bad, I left three pieces...... Not only did Scharf not resent, but sincerely felt that the "Star General" was really a good person, as if he had some kind of psychological illness.

Gadelia then looked sideways at the "Hanged Man":

"You pick first. ”

She knew that Gelman Sparrow of the "World" had magical objects to make at the "craftsman", so she asked the "hanging man" to pick out the crazy adventurer first.

Alger nodded, took the "Word of the Sea" cane and "gargoyle glasses", and motioned for the rest to be loot.

Gardelia thought for a moment and said:

"Pick one more, and the rest will be mine. ”

She wasn't too interested in the rest of the magical items, because she herself had two items that were quite powerful enough to match her identity, and then she got the "Judge Button" and "Lucky Balance" one after another, and there were no longer shortcomings in all aspects, in this case, considering the superposition of negative effects, it was not a very useful very special type, and she would not take a second look or make a replacement.

Of course, as a pirate general, she would never be too fond of too many magical items, after all, some of them had to be handed over to the Morse Penance, and some of them had to be rewarded to her crew.

Alger was silent for a moment, and based on the items he already possessed and his extraordinary abilities, he chose the "Poison Blade".

"Star General" Gadelia then instructed Heath Doyle, the "Bloodless", to move out of the house the magical objects that the "craftsman" Sharf had put to the ground, as well as the remnants of several "primordial moon" believers.

Then, she looked at the "craftsman" again, and her dark purple eyes reflected the figure of the other party:

"Why do the followers of the Primordial Moon control you?"

Sorf's eyes flickered and he said:

"Isn't that something very simple and intuitive? Let me make magical items for them......

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly made to beat by the purple eyes that looked at him indifferently, and hurriedly added:

"It seems that they still need the assistance of the 'craftsmen' in any other project, and what they are, because they haven't started yet, I don't know. ”

As if in thought, Gadelia withdrew her gaze and made eye contact with the "Hanging Man", nodding her head at the same time.

They decided not to take the "craftsman" with them today, leaving him here to see what happens next.

In other words, they hope to find out what exactly the plans of those believers in the "Primordial Moon" are by monitoring the "craftsmen".

In fact, as far as the "hermit" and the "hanged man" are concerned, what the believers of the "primordial moon" are planning is not something they care too much about, but it is just a way to communicate with the "mysterious queen" and provide reference for some of the latter's decisions in the transcendent world.

Of course, "The Hanged Man" Alger has always believed in one idea:

The more information you have, the more you can benefit from various events!

After a brief moment of silence, Gardelia said to the "craftsman" Charff without any change in her tone:

"Since you are already a believer in the 'Primordial Moon', it won't do me any good to take you away. ”

Sharf nodded repeatedly, indicating that you were right.

Gadelia paused slightly, and then changed her words:

"However, I hope to have a long-term relationship with you, so I need a few drops of your blood to help me find you at any time. ”

Sorf's face was suddenly full of bitterness, and his mouth twitched a few times, but he couldn't say a word of refusal.

Call...... He exhaled sharply and said:

"Good. ”

After speaking, he picked up the paper cutter next to him and made a cut on his forearm, and a few drops of blood came out at once.

Gadelia then raised her right arm, and gently lifted her palm up, letting the few drops of blood float up and fly towards her.

Observing the blood in his palm, the pirate general suddenly spoke again:

"What's your last name?"

"June. Sorf replied reflexively.

Gardelia didn't say anything, turned around and walked out the door, followed by Alger the "Hanged Man".

The house soon became quiet, and the "craftsman" Sharf found a sofa and sat down, and did not move for a long time, as if he was still immersed in what had just happened and could not recover.

Nearly ten minutes passed, and he suddenly sat up straight and took out a small humanoid statue from the inside pocket of his clothes.

The statue was brass-colored, and its face was blank, with blood slowly oozing from the inside.

Charff hurriedly wiped the statue's face with a handkerchief, then let out a long sigh of relief, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said to himself silently:

"It's good that I have this 'fate puppet'......

"Hmph, I'd like to see how you found me with those few drops of blood, and don't even think of cursing me!"

In the slum of Baiam, on a street with no street lights.

Alger, who was wearing a mask and hood, glanced at the "hermit" next to him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"After escaping from the Steam Church, Sharf has been living very safely until now, which shows that he is not a fool, he can be so simple and easy, and give you blood without making a little resistance, there should be a way to avoid tracking.

"Moreover, he didn't mention the reason why he was found by the Primordial Moon cultists. ”

Normally, the believers would have traced back to the source of the Werewolf's extraordinary properties, but the Craftsman Sharf didn't alert Alger last time.

Gardelia pulled out her heavy glasses and placed them on the bridge of her nose, and said in a tone that did not change:

"It's not for tracking. ”

Alger nodded thoughtfully, took his leave, and turned into another secluded, dark alley.

He made several circles along the way, looking for an opportunity to remove his disguise, and then left Byam and headed for the rebel harbor, where he boarded the Blue Avenger.

His sailors had squandered their accumulated energy and money over the past few days, and were now on board waiting to go to sea.

Seeing him return, one of the sailors quickly stood up and asked with a smile:

"Captain, have you had dinner?"

"Not yet, just prepare a little for me. "Alger hasn't had time to fill his stomach before he can act.

The sailor, who was a part-time cook, immediately responded:

"Okay, how about we got some fresh mushrooms from the jungle today and fried them in butter?"

...... Alger's cheeks twitched slightly, and he shook his head with a normal expression:

"Just fry a steak, five, well, seven medium-rare. ”

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

East Bailang, the edge of the jungle.

Crane with two secret puppets did not rush out and entered the city, intending to get some dye first to disguise the mask of "Admiral Hell" Ludwell.

And before that, he had something else to do.

You're looking for a helper to explore Calderón's outskirts!

Klein has never been a lone wolf, and even more so in the face of danger, so, unless there is no way, he will definitely invite the strong to help by sharing the coordinates and paying the price, and not enter recklessly alone.

For him, the most important thing is to get the materials he wants alive!

If not certainly impossible, I'd like to wait another week or two, with a baby in my arms, or push a stroller, to Calderón...... Crane sighed to himself, took out his adventurer's harmonica, and blew it.

Silently, Miss Renette Tinicol, a messenger lady with four heads, stepped out of the void.

Klein considered the language and spoke:

"I recently wanted to go to Calderon City for an exploration, well, I've got its spirit coordinates, I wonder if I can hire you to help?

Renette Tinicol's four blonde red-eyed heads opened their mouths one after another:

"No......", "I ......", "Can't ......", "Enter." ”