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Chapter 266 Unlucky Daniz

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Chapter 266 Unlucky Daniz

  "Yes, but I can't afford that many gold pounds for the time being. Can I exchange it for magical items of equal value?"

Blue Walls, a mechanical expert, was the first to speak.

"no problem."

Renekton nodded slightly, and at the same time looked at the other crew members who were still watching:

"I have many low- and medium-sequence magic potion formulas. If you are in need, you can come to me. Of course, you must bring enough money!"

There was a bit of spirituality mixed in his voice, which was very subtle and aroused people's emotions. No one present except "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina noticed this problem.

The surrounding crew members looked at each other, only feeling that the potion formula was very tempting to them.

Although not everyone on board the Golden Dream has the same savings awareness as Daniz, they have just found a treasure and haven't had time to go ashore to squander it, so they now have more or less savings.

With Daniels taking the lead, they left the captain's room one by one, preparing to go back to their rooms to get money to buy the formula.

Jordson, who did not have such a strong desire for the potion formula, looked at Renekton suspiciously. He always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking for a while, he found no problem.

What's going on with these guys? I haven't seen them actively improving their strength. How come they suddenly figured it all out?

Wait, wouldn't this make me look unmotivated in front of the captain?

  An idea suddenly appeared in Jordson's mind, and then the idea became stronger. He didn't care to think about so many details, and ran quickly to catch up with the crew members who left in front.

Seeing all the crew members surrounding the captain's cabin leave, Edwina glanced at them, sighed slightly, and then turned her attention to Renekton again:

  "What did you want to discuss with me by sending them away?"

"Don't worry about them. This excitement won't last long. By the time they get back to the cabin, it's almost time for them to react."

Renekton saw Edwina's concern for his crew and quickly explained.

Then he raised his right hand slightly, stretched out two fingers, and said with a smile:

  "There are two things. The scope of activities of the Golden Dream in the coming period will be more obvious. If possible, let out some rumors to show that you have gained a lot from this trip and attract as many blood admirals as possible."

"Also, do you have any channels to engage in the business of smuggling grain? I am the buyer, and I need you to help me transport a batch of grain to an uninhabited island every once in a while."

Edwina looked at Renekton with some doubts, then frowned in thought. After a while, she said in a slightly serious tone:

  "There is no problem with the food you need. I have a fixed channel in Fenebout to purchase it."

"However, 'Blood Admiral' Senior is a wronged soul of a different species. A wronged soul in the form of a spirit body has a strong divination ability. He will probably not be fooled by such an obvious temptation."

Renekton nodded slightly and chuckled:

"The simplest method is the most effective. He will not give up if he knows we have an ambush. Instead, he will be fully prepared to intercept us."

"The Rose School is my real goal."

"No problem." Edwina looked deeply at Renekton, no longer having any doubts.

In the cabin of the Golden Dream, Blue Walls, who had just reached the door of his room, stopped. He looked at Daniels not far away with confusion and said:

  "I remember you said last time that every penny earned should be used for enjoyment. Why are you so anxious about the wind-blessed potion formula today?"

"Also, Yodson, why did you come back with us? Don't you have the formula for the potion called Dream Stealer?"

Jordson froze there for a moment, frowned for a long time, and suddenly spat:

  "Damn! We were tricked by that kid. He has some weird secret technique that can distort our inner thoughts and emotions."

"I asked why I suddenly wanted to buy the potion formula he had, and he actually wanted to defraud me of the deposit I had just saved!"

Daniels gradually came to his senses.

Jordson glanced at Daniels. He felt that Renekton was not trying to defraud money. After all, he also paid for the potion formula. At most, it was a forced purchase!

wrong! Why was I led astray by Daniels? That guy obviously wanted to drive us away and be alone with the captain. No, I have to go back!

Thinking of this, Jordan quickly turned around and ran back.

Blue ignored the exchange between Yodson and Daniels, reminding Yodson that they had responsibilities as first officers of the Golden Dream, but that he did need the astronomer's potion formula.

Due to the special nature of the craftsmen, this route is almost monopolized by the Church of Steam, and the potion formulas flowing into the outside world are very rare.

On the White Onyx, Bugs Bunny followed Klein, carefully avoiding the sight of pedestrians around him and disguising himself as an ordinary rabbit.

It didn't relax until it entered a first-class room with 312 written on the door number, quickly jumped onto a sofa, and said nonchalantly:

"It's such a tired rabbit. The people on these boats are so ignorant. Isn't it just a rabbit that can walk upright and talk!"

"You don't have to be so careful, I can use illusion to cover you up."

Klein, who transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, maintained his persona and said in a cold voice. "Then why did you say yesterday that I was easily exposed and didn't take me off the boat?"

"I can't distract myself from maintaining the illusion on you during a battle."

"I can kill those weak humans with one paw."

Bugs Bunny felt that he was being looked down upon, so he waved his paw and emphasized.

"Who did you bring in?"

The bathroom door was opened, and a man in his thirties with scorched eyebrows and dark blue eyes walked out.

Daniz glanced around the room and saw no one except Gehrman. There was only a rabbit sitting on the sofa, wearing a suit and looking like a gentleman. Rabbit?

Bugs Bunny also saw Danitz who had just come out of the bathroom, with human shock on his fluffy bunny face.

It turned to look at Klein and said:

"You also have people as pets?"

"He's a pirate, my hostage."

Klein tried hard to maintain his cold expression, spoke concisely and with a cold voice.

Danitz had a ghostly expression on his face, and his eyes glanced back and forth between Gehrman and the rabbit on the sofa:

"Bunny spoke!"

Klein looked at Daniz coldly and said nothing.

It's just a magical animal. As the fourth boatswain on the Golden Dream, why do you act so surprised? Did he think that what appeared next to me should be rabbit meat?

  What Daniz wanted to say was stopped by Klein's look, and he shut up angrily.

Bugs Bunny on the sofa felt that Klein's hostage looked familiar. He stretched out a paw and imitated the movements of Renekton's chin when he was thinking, recalling in his mind where he had seen this unlucky pirate.

When Klein glanced at Bugs Bunny's movements on the sofa, the cold expression on his face froze for a moment. How could I see serious, serious, entangled, thoughtful, and so many expressions on a rabbit's face?

  Bugs Bunny, who had been thinking hard on the sofa for a long time, finally remembered where he had seen Daniz. He pointed at Daniz excitedly and shouted:

  "You are 'Flame' Daniz, the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream. You seem to be a pirate worth 3000 pounds."

When he first heard that the rabbit recognized him, Daniz was still a little proud, until the last sentence about "worth 3000 pounds", his expression suddenly collapsed.

Shit, why is this guy's rabbit as disgusting as himself? What does it mean to be worth 3000 pounds? Am I just a commodity that you buy and sell casually?

This rabbit was so popular with Algen that Klein sighed in his heart. In order to maintain his character, he randomly found a hardwood chair and sat down.

He leaned against the back of the chair, clasped his hands naturally, and said to Daniz:

"Tell me about a famous pirate you know."

"Don't your rabbit know everything?"

Danitz said angrily, he felt that Gehrman Sparrow was deliberately making things difficult for him.

This is an insult! I, "Fire" Danitz, the fourth boatswain of "Vice Admiral Iceberg", a well-known pirate with a bounty of 3000 pounds. My dignity and my reputation will not allow me to accept such an insult!

Immediately he saw Gehrman give him a cold look, and his body trembled subconsciously.

He took a breath, smiled uglier than crying and said:

"Ok."

"Hey, he is a flexible and flexible pirate!"

Bugs Bunny spoke at the right time, and it was hard to tell whether the tone was sarcastic or simply expressing a point of view.

The expression on Daniz's face was stunned for a moment, and then turned red. If he hadn't been worried about Gehrman Sparrow, he would have turned the rabbit in a suit and tie into a roast rabbit.

When I get back to the Golden Dream, I'm going to eat it for a week, no! A month's worth of rabbit meat, braised and roasted on fire, Daniz was shouting crazily in his heart.

Aldu taught this rabbit some messy things. Klein tried hard to maintain his cold expression and prevent himself from laughing suddenly.

He suddenly felt that this rabbit would be the biggest obstacle on his way to playing the faceless man.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 267

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Chapter 267

  In the cabin of the Golden Dream, Renekton returned to his room after selling a wave of potion formulas.

It was hard to tell that the crew of the Golden Dream was quite wealthy. His eyes glanced at the table beside him, where there were many magical items made, as well as some banknotes and even gold bars.

  He immediately withdrew his gaze and raised his right hand to wipe it in the air.

As he moved, pieces of starlight filled the air. They swarmed to form a barrier that isolated the inside and outside, and then gradually faded and disappeared from the field of vision visible to the naked eye.

After doing all this, Renekton took out the dark brown glass bottle containing the blood of the Eternal Sun from the leather suitcase on the side.

Originally, stealing this drop of divine blood was a ritual to be promoted to an occultist, but I ended up skipping the ritual step.

Thinking of this, Renekton shook his head helplessly, but this would not have much impact. He could still obtain corresponding occult knowledge by analyzing the blood of this mythical creature.

The next moment, his right hand holding the glass bottle suddenly exerted force, a layer of starlight flickered between his fingers, and with a sizzling sound, the glass bottle shattered.

  The temperature in the room suddenly increased, and the light was so bright that it was dazzling. The glass shards clattered to the floor, leaving only a little dazzling golden color floating on the palm of the hand, emitting light and heat.

That drop of divine blood from the Eternal Blazing Sun was like hot magma. Renekton could even feel the skin on his hands drying up and falling off.

  Dots of starlight quickly formed a ball of slowly rotating star sand in the palm of the right hand, wrapping the drop of the divine blood of the eternal blazing sun in the innermost part, like the sun surrounded by stars.

Stars emerged one after another, densely packed and dazzling.

The secret-peeping eyes that should have been purple now have a touch of light blue brilliance.

  Renekton clasped his hands around the slowly rotating star sand. The next moment, he suddenly pulled his hands, and the original mass of star sand was suddenly magnified dozens of times.

  Under the shining starlight, that drop of blazing divine blood gradually showed some signs of being broken down into knowledge. The majestic and dazzling mystical knowledge like the sun came into Renekton's eyes one after another.

It is like a perfect sun model, showing all the details of the mysterious world of the sun, and there is no danger of facing the sun directly.

The maintenance of this model requires constant consumption of that drop of divine blood. Renekton did not waste time. Relying on the characteristics of the reader and secret-seeing path, he quickly analyzed and memorized the various mysteries contained in the divine blood. Knowledge

  It wasn't until the drop of the divine blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun was exhausted that Renekton reluctantly looked back.

He was not in a hurry to analyze another drop of Sasril's blood. The analysis of the divine blood just consumed not only his own spirituality, but also his energy.

He sat back on the chair nearby, closed his eyes slightly, and waved his hands slightly.

There was the sound of shattering glass all around, and the starlight barrier that isolated the inside and outside quietly emerged, then shattered into dots of starlight, and quickly disappeared.

  He quietly felt the extra occult knowledge in his mind. Perhaps it was because he was already good at spells in the solar field. The effect of that drop of Eternal Sun Blood was far beyond his expectation.

Simulate the sun: Consume a large amount of spirituality and materials, and with the assistance of rituals, you can directly create a simulated sun, a sun with dual meanings of reality and mysticism. Even without these auxiliary lines, you can still create blazing golden sunlight, which will A large area is pulled into the sun's domain

  With a deeper understanding of the power of the sun domain, he can now use the extraordinary abilities of the sun domain more quickly and powerfully.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again and murmured: "I feel that if you give me the characteristics of the Sun Priest or the Darkless One now, I am sure to create an eternally burning miniature sun."

  After recovering his consumed spirituality, Renekton silently recited the Fool's honorable name:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to communicate with Mr. Sun alone. Please tell me and obtain his consent."

The land abandoned by gods, the City of Silver.

Derrick had just returned home from a patrol mission. In his field of vision, a thick gray-white mist suddenly surged out, with crimson light pouring out like a tide.

Mr. Fool? It shouldn't be time for the Tarot session yet, right? A trace of doubt flashed through Little Sun's heart, and then he calmed down and listened carefully to the information given by Mr. Fool.

The crimson light condensed like a tide in the thick gray-white mist, and the vague figure of Renekton emerged. He was praying to Mr. Fool and saying:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to communicate with Mr. Sun alone. Please tell me and obtain his consent."

This voice sounds a bit like Mr. Baita. Why does he want to communicate with me alone?

In a flash of thought, Derrick had already responded:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I agree to communicate alone with Mr. White Tower."

The crimson light and thick gray fog in front of him dissipated, and Derrick quickly lit the candles in the room to prevent himself from being exposed to the darkness for a long time during the time he went to Mr. Fool's Kingdom and causing unnecessary consequences. danger. Then he lay half on the bed, waiting for a private communication with Mr. Baita

  Before long, his eyes once again filled with thick gray mist and crimson light.

  Above the gray mist, inside a magnificent ancient palace that looks like a giant's residence.

As two crimson rays of light rose, two slightly blurry figures appeared here on the high-backed chairs belonging to the sun and the White Tower.

Renekton subconsciously glanced at the position belonging to the Fool. A blurry figure shrouded in gray mist was sitting there.

Immediately, he stood up with a chuckle, saluted to the leader and said:

  "Good afternoon, dear Mr. Fool, I'm sorry to bother you at this time."

Derrick on the side was stunned for a second, and then he imitated Renekton and stood up and saluted:

  "Good afternoon, dear Mr. Fool~"

At the top of the mottled long table, the figure shrouded in gray mist responded calmly with no discernible emotion:

"You guys start."

Renekton nodded slightly, then half-turned his body and smiled towards the little sun:

"As a city-state that was once ruled by giants, your City of Silver should have a potion formula for the Mother Path, right? I need a druid and, um. What you call it should be a potion formula for a classical alchemist."

"In exchange, I will find someone to research crops that can adapt to your Silver City environment, so that you can eat more normal food."

Little Sun Derrick was stunned for a while. He couldn't imagine what the normal food in Mr. Baita's mouth looked like. He had never thought there was anything wrong with black-faced grass before.

Since Mr. Baita said it is a more normal food, then our current black-faced grass should be better, right?

  After a short silence, Derrick said in a rather troubled voice:

"What does normal food look like? I need to understand and convince the chief."

"There should be a formula for the mother's path in Silver City, but no one has chosen this path. It cannot be played around Silver City, so I can't trade it. I can only go to the chief and get his consent before proceeding. This deal."

Klein frowned slightly as he listened, but due to the gray fog, no one noticed this scene.

I have always ignored the living conditions of Little Sun and the others. I can give him some food from the outside through sacrifices and gifts, but the entire Silver City. Sorry, Mr. Fool doesn't have that much money.

  Little Sun's answer was as expected by Renekton. He nodded slightly and said:

"No problem. The transaction can be carried out step by step. I will first give you a batch of normal food from our outside world in exchange for the druid's potion formula and even materials."

"The Sequence Five potion formula is expensive enough here, so I will give you food of equal value, witnessed by Mr. Fool, um. You can also ask Miss Justice and the others about the approximate price to ensure that the transaction is indeed equivalent."

"As for the classical alchemist's potion formula, you can wait until I develop crops that are suitable for your Silver City environment before trading them. However, this requires your support. I need your monster flesh and soil as experiments. sample."

"No problem. I will ask the chief after the exchange is over."

Derrick answered without hesitation. This deal would not only allow Silver City to obtain normal food, but also prove to the chief and others the existence of a bright world outside!

  At the top of the mottled long table, Klein leaned back slightly on the chair and spoke in a leisurely manner:

  "You can recite my name when necessary!"

With a copy of Sequence 1 characteristics above the gray fog, I can definitely show a real miracle.

Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly at the side. He had originally planned to tell Klein that he might need his help in the past few days, relying on his conqueror characteristics to create a battlefield of his own.

As an innocent soul, Admiral Blood will definitely be able to divine some dangerous information through Lieutenant General Iceberg's abnormal behavior, but he will not choose to give up. He should be fully prepared before intercepting the Golden Dream.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 268 Normal Food

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Chapter 268 Normal Food

While thinking, Renekton turned to look at Klein, who was shrouded in gray mist at the top and said:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I may have a battle in the next few days. I may ask for your help then to create a thunderstorm suitable for me to fight."

"Well, if some unexpected developments occur in the battle, an extremely hot battlefield may be required."

Klein looked at Renekton dumbly. What he just said was mainly for Little Sun. Was it a fight between demigods? You also need a battlefield advantage. Do you want to fight a group of people alone?

After Klein cursed a few words in his heart, he maintained a calm posture and said in a leisurely voice:

"Okay, chant my name when the time comes."

"What kind of battle? Mr. Baita, do you need help?"

After hearing Mr. Fool's affirmative answer, Little Sun asked with great concern.

Renekton shook his head slightly and chuckled:

"I'm not alone and don't need any extra help."

"Let's bring our communication to an end. You don't have to rush to find our chief now. I'll bring you some prepared food in a moment. This will make it more credible."

"no problem."

Little Sun Derrick nodded repeatedly. He was very curious about what Mr. Baita's food was like. It must be more abundant than our Silver City.

Renekton turned to look at Klein at the top. His eyes moved slightly, he opened his mouth and said silently, "Wait a moment."

The crimson light rose up, and Renekton noticed that the figure of the little sun next to him had disappeared.

Klein dispersed the gray fog that shrouded him, and he looked at Renekton in confusion:

"What else do you want? Do you want to continue studying that crown?"

"No." Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

  "Can you use the abilities of the Thief through this gray fog?"

"What are the abilities of a thief?"

Klein groaned, then closed his eyes and performed a simple divination.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and shook his head slightly:

  "No, if there are corresponding items, I should be able to use the relevant abilities through this gray mist."

Hearing this answer, Renekton was not too disappointed. He had already guessed this. After all, Klein had not yet truly mastered Sefirah Castle.

Leaning back in his chair, he explained his purpose:

"I plan to carve out the identity that belongs to Renekton and transfer the characteristics of the reader pathway in the body to it."

"So soon? After I become a demigod and have more control over this place, I might be able to do it."

Klein wondered aloud. The other party had told him about this plan before, but he didn't act so eagerly at that time.

Renekton smiled helplessly:

  "I need to stay in the Southern Continent for a long time, and I don't have suitable people under my command, so I can only find ways to squeeze my own clones."

"It's not a big problem. I'll contact Pales in a while. His condition will have recovered a bit by then. There should be no problem in stealing the characteristics from my body."

"Palez? He is an angel who steals the path of the thief?"

Klein asked curiously.

"That's right, Sequence 1 of the Thief's Path is being chased by Amon. He is currently parasitizing Leonard and is just barely breathing."

Klein was silent for a moment. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Can all the angels in Sequence One have to survive under Amon's pursuit? Then I was also targeted by Amon.

  Seeing that Klein didn't say anything, Renekton directly changed the topic:

  "I am currently in the Sea of ​​Beluga, some distance from the shore, and there may not be enough food. If it is convenient for you, you can help me replenish some."

After thinking about it, the restaurant on the White Agate had a fairly complete range of food and a variety of drinks. After all, it was a passenger ship that would dock once every two or three days.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"no problem."

"By the way, don't teach Bugs Bunny some weird things. I have a pirate over there who is so pissed off that he's even dreaming about eating rabbits now."

Silver City.

After finishing their private communication, Derrick woke up from the bed. He waited in the room for a while anxiously.

  After about twenty frequent alternating lightning strikes, a thick gray fog emerged in front of his eyes, and a majestic figure sitting on a high-backed chair appeared in his eyes. The voice of Mr. Fool echoed in his ears:

  "We can prepare the bestowing ceremony."

Derrick stood up immediately, rubbed his fingers, lit the candles that had been placed, dripped essential oils and hydrosol into the candles, took two steps back, and began to recite a prayer mantra:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

"Your faithful servant prays for your watch;

  I pray for your blessing; I pray for you to open the door of your kingdom. "

As the mantra was recited, an illusory creaking sound seemed to echo in his ears. An illusory door was opened, and gray mist poured out. Then he saw a series of strange shapes and different colors. Food fell from the illusory door.

Derrick ended the ceremony in a hurry, bent down to pick up the packaged food, and placed it on the wooden table aside.

In addition to food, there were several bottles of strange liquids in glass bottles, some in deep red, some orange, and some colors he couldn't name.

Is this their food, Mr. Baita? How should I eat this? .Derrick was a little confused and at a loss for a moment.

The next moment, gray-white mist suddenly surged out in front of his eyes, and crimson light surged like a tide, condensing into a picture.

It was a man with scorched eyebrows and dark blue eyes. His expression seemed a little reluctant. He opened all the food in the box one by one and tasted each one.

Is he a follower of Mr. Fool? This is to hide for me how to open and eat these foods.

"Thank you, great Mr. Fool!"

After the image in his eyes disappeared, Derrick thanked Mr. Fool in an excited and pious tone.

He found ropes, tied all the food together, and used an animal skin bag to carry the bottles of strange liquids called juice and wine to the round tower where the chief of Silver City was located.

Derrick brought a bunch of strange things that Silver City had never seen before, and was strictly inspected several times by the guards at the bottom of the round tower. Finally, a figure shrouded in dark shadows appeared, and the guards let Derrick go. Gram pass.

At the top of the round tower, in the chief's room.

Derrick placed all the food on the ground one by one. He turned to look at the chief of Silver City, who had gray hair, heavy nasolabial folds, and some deep or twisted old scars on his cheeks.

He swallowed, and kept organizing his words in his mind. After a slight pause, he said:

"Your Excellency, there is a member of the party who wants to exchange for the potion formula of a druid and a classical alchemist."

"He offered to use their normal food from the outside world and help us develop crops that can adapt to the Silver City environment in exchange. These are some of the prepared foods he sent over."

"If we agree to the deal, he will exchange grains of equal value with us later."

A dark green complex symbol appeared in the left and right eyes of Silver City Chief Colin Iliad.

After Derrick finished stating the details of the transaction, he gently nodded and said:

  "Do you know the specific value of the potion formula to them, and what is the value of the food in his mouth?"

Derrick shook his head and said:

"I am not sure."

"But I can ask other different members about the corresponding prices and compare them."

Chief Colin did not agree or object. He nodded slightly, and the dark green complex symbols in his eyes disappeared. Then he looked past Derrick, looked at the shadow behind him and said:

"Inform Elder Lovia and other elders who are staying in Silver City to come over."

Derrick was stunned for a moment. He thought the chief was talking to him. Just as he was about to respond, he heard a deep voice coming from behind him:

"Ok."

Derrick waited in the chief's room for a while in a nervous mood.

Soon, all the elders of the six-member Silver City Council who were not on the exploration mission arrived.

At Colin's signal, Derrick once again told about the exchange of food with the potion formula.

A beautiful and elegant woman wearing a purple-patterned black robe walked to the ground where the food was placed after Derrick finished telling her story.

She casually picked up a piece of food from the ground and opened the lid somewhat unskillfully.

First she closed her eyes and felt it carefully, then broke off a section of her finger and threw the bloody finger into the lunch box. After a burst of flesh and blood squirming, she took out the section of finger and pressed it back. The broken wound healed quickly. , her palms also regained their integrity.

After doing all this, she turned to look at the other elders behind her, nodded gently and said:

  "No problem, at least I can't find out."

Colin nodded lightly, turned to look at the people on the side, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, who else do you want to check out?"

The other elders looked at each other and each went up to pick up a piece of food to check, but they were more curious about the so-called normal food. This was something they had never seen or even thought about.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 269 Silver City's Decision

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Chapter 269 Silver City's Decision

  After all the elders inspected it, Derrick volunteered to be the first to taste it.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and followed the instructions of the man in the picture shown to him by Mr. Fool. He opened several lunch boxes one after another and took out a bottle of something called rum. After uncorking the bottle, he opened the golden Pour the wine into a glass.

The slightly pungent smell of alcohol instantly filled the entire room. He was stunned for a moment and looked at the chief at a loss.

Chief Colin felt it for a while and did not notice any negative effects of the smell. He then looked at Elder Lovia who was best at flesh and blood magic.

Lovia shook her head slightly, and then spoke in a staccato voice as if she was considering her words:

  "No problem, but don't drink too much. This is a bit like the wine in the records. Drinking too much will make you 'drunk'."

After receiving the affirmation from the Chief and Elder Lovia, Derrick relaxed completely. He did not expect that this thing called rum would have such a strange taste, completely different from the normal food he imagined.

He picked up the cup filled with golden wine and took a long sip.

"Ahem!" The irritating taste and feeling in his mouth made him cough. Most of the wine was swallowed by him, and a small part was coughed out.

His expression was slightly distorted, and the irritating feeling in his mouth went straight to his brain. Under the worried eyes of everyone, he said in a hoarse voice:

"The taste is so strange, it irritates the throat and brain. After a while, there is a strange sweet feeling in the mouth."

Derrick struggled with the wording. In his daily language, there was no word or expression for "Hui Gan".

After the taste in his mouth calmed down, he tried other foods.

He could only judge what animals some relatively intact ingredients came from through his own knowledge in general textbooks.

Although the man in the explanation screen had introduced it, many of the words he heard were spliced ​​together, and there were many types of meals prepared by Renekton and Klein, and he only remembered a small part of them.

Is this a fish? This should be the meat left from birds. I don't know what kind of animals they are. The remaining green and yellow ones are vegetables?

He first tried a bite of grilled fish. Although the dishes were almost cold due to too much tossing, the rich and colorful taste still stunned him for a moment. This was a delicacy he had never tasted before.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in Silver City, he quickly finished all the food he opened, and glanced at the remaining food with some unfinished thoughts.

No, I can't eat them all by myself.

After warning himself in his mind, he stood up from the ground. After recalling the taste of the food just now, he couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth and said:

"Chief, there is nothing wrong with these foods, and they are very delicious."

Derrick searched his guts and could only think of the word "delicious" as an adjective.

Colin nodded slightly, and then focused on the remaining meals.

"Let me try it too."

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of caution, Lovia proposed the idea of ​​trying it again.

The rest of the people had no objection, and then Lovia followed Derrick's previous actions and opened a few lunch boxes at will.

Like Derrick, she was stunned for a moment, then speeded up her swallowing movements

  On the Golden Dream, Renekton was writing a letter to Prak Eggers of the Spiritual Order.

When the other party left Backlund, he expressed his desire to lead some members to break away from the Spiritual Religion and devote themselves to developing the economy of the Southern Continent and getting rid of the colonial status.

A Sequence Three ferryman, if I can get his help, then I think it will be much smoother to establish a new belief system in the Southern Continent.

Renekton, who was thinking, suddenly saw a lot of gray-white mist emerging around him. In the mist, there were deep red rays of light. These rays condensed the appearance of Derrick, the little sun, praying:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, please help me tell Mr. White Tower that I agree to the transaction with him. In addition to the food in exchange for the Druid formula, if we still need it, can we exchange it for extraordinary materials and other things?"

Ha. There is a stable channel for obtaining materials. Renekton sighed in his heart.

Then he heard Derrick the Little Sun begin to describe the druid's potion formula:

  "Main materials: the heart of the Silver War Bear, a copy of the complete characteristics of the Spirit of the Lake;

  Auxiliary materials: 20 ml of golden Sunia spring water, 10 ml of crown jellyfish toxin, a golden crown sunflower, a pair of silver-white war bear eyes;

  Ritual: Master the living habits and physical structure of various ordinary animals and three extraordinary creatures. "

Renekton wrote down all the druid's recipes, and then prayed to the Fool to tell him that he agreed to trade food with the Silver City.

He will then summon his own book messenger, wait for it to finish praising the God of Knowledge, write the druid's potion formula on it, and then throw it into the spirit world.

After sorting out his thoughts for a while, he picked up the pen again and continued to write the letter to Plaque Eggers:

Dear Mr. Plunk, hello!

  I'm sorry for not replying to you for so long. A lot of things happened in Backlund some time ago. I think even you in the Southern Continent should have heard about it.

I met the Mr. Azik mentioned in your last letter during the smog incident. His condition didn't look very good and he had forgotten many memories about the past, but he is gradually recovering them.

I also recently left Backlund and am currently drifting at sea. Maybe I will go to the Southern Continent in a while.

I don't know how your plan to develop the Southern Continent's economy is going. If you don't exclude the dissemination and popularization of knowledge, I think we will have many common languages.

I don't know what you think about the problem of the colonists in the southern continent.

  Your friend, Al Tynes.

Folding the letter, Renekton simply arranged a ritual to summon the messenger belonging to Pluck Eggers. The messenger, who was like a wriggling waterweed with arms and legs, quickly appeared. Those waterweed-like tentacles quickly twisted and twisted, forming a female figure with long hair hanging loose and a fluffy skirt.

After it raised its skirt and saluted Renekton, a crack opened between its chest and abdomen. An arm as pale as a corpse stretched out and took the letter from Renekton's hand.

The messenger lady turned into a wriggling waterweed again, and her figure quickly disappeared into the spiritual world.

Watching the messenger lady leave, Renekton looked far away for a moment, then returned to normal and whispered like a whisper:

  "I don't know if that Prak Eggers has the idea of ​​unifying the Southern Continent. I guess he doesn't. Let's leave this matter of establishing a country to the Black Emperor."

The Wild Sea, on board the White Onyx.

Klein, who transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, quietly glanced at Daniz who was chattering in front of him. His eyes looked around the room, and finally landed on his leather suitcase, and then moved towards He raised his chin in that direction:

  "Wash the dirty clothes in there."

Daniz's expression suddenly froze as he was speaking at length. Shit! Even if I get annoyed by a facial palsy and a rabbit every day, you still want me to wash your clothes!

  He felt that his reason was about to be swallowed up by the outpouring of anger, and he wished he could set fire to the entire ship right now.

He stared at Gehrman's cold and expressionless face, took a breath, opened his mouth, and took another breath.

In the end, reason overcame the anger in his heart, and his flushed face softened, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he failed to make a smile:

  "Is it all?"

"Just brush the coat if it's dirty."

Klein was almost amused by Daniz's expression management. He maintained his character and replied coldly.

Then he turned to look at the desk beside him. Bugs Bunny was writing and drawing on a piece of light yellow paper with a dark quill pen. He didn't even know where the rabbit took out the paper and pen.

After taking a breath and managing his expression, he asked:

  "Do you need your clothes washed?"

Bugs Bunny stopped writing when he heard this. He turned his head and glanced at Daniz, then looked at the high-end custom-made suit he was wearing, and shook his head hesitantly:

"No, I have a scroll for cleaning. These are specially customized clothes. What if they are damaged by his rude washing?"

Daniz's expression, which he had just managed, froze again and was distorted for a moment.

The corner of Klein's mouth moved, and he quickly suppressed his smile. He looked at Daniz with some sympathy. If Bugs Bunny took the hunter's potion, Daniz alone could defeat the provocateur at this stage. Digest the potion easily.

Stay calm and don't lose control. Stay calm and don't lose control. Danitz kept repeating these two sentences in his mind, lowering his head and keeping his eyes away from Bugs Bunny, otherwise he would not be able to help but burn the rabbit to death.

Gritting his teeth, he walked to Gehrman Sparrow's suitcase, opened it, and took out the clothes that needed cleaning.

He was just busy in the bathroom when he heard the doorbell jingle.

Klein opened the door and found sister and brother Donna and Denton. He turned sideways and let the two little guys enter the room.

Then they saw Bugs Bunny, who was wearing a suit and top hat, writing with a black quill pen, and Danitz, who was starching clothes in the bathroom.

"What a beautiful bunny!" Donna looked at Bugs Bunny in surprise.

"Where are the servants?" Denton looked at Danitz and asked subconsciously, and then his eyes were attracted to Bugs Bunny on the desk, no longer paying attention to Danitz who was starching clothes.

"It's a handsome rabbit!" Bugs Bunny corrected, standing on the table with his hands on his hips.

"It it. it can talk!"

"so amazing!"

The siblings Donna and Denton stared wide-eyed, looking curious but afraid to get close.

Seeing that Bugs Bunny showed no expression of disgust, Klein turned to the siblings and smiled:

  "You can go over and chat with it, but you can't touch it casually. You have to ask for its permission. This is polite!"

"really?"

"Can we chat with you, handsome Mr. Rabbit?"

Donna's eyes widened and she looked at Bugs Bunny cautiously and asked.

Denton also nodded and assured:

  "Yeah, we won't touch it casually."

Bugs Bunny tilted his neck, and then stood up on the table. He took off his hat and saluted very skillfully, and then rubbed his paws against the brim of his hat. Fog quickly appeared in the room.

The white mist quickly gathered together and turned into a large rabbit image.

"You guys can play with it, I still have to write a letter."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 270 The Undying King

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Chapter 270 The Undying King

  In the captain's room of the Golden Dream, Edwina was introducing her collection one by one. She liked to show off her collection, which was a common problem in the Knowledge Church.

"This key is the treasure we found last time. Judging from its pattern and size, it should belong to the giant creation of the Second Age, but I can't yet determine where it is."

"But I asked the crew members staying in the Gargas Islands to spread the news secretly, saying that this is the key to an ancient ruins, and that there are many treasures in that ruins."

"This is enough to attract Blood Admiral to take risks, but it is also likely to attract other pirate generals and even pirate kings."

Edwina stopped in front of a huge iron-black key and introduced the collection to Renekton.

This key is as big as a lyre, and a normal human being can only hold it in his arms. It is dull and ancient in shape.

Finally, Edwina added:

  "You could try studying it."

Renekton chuckled and shook his head:

"No, maybe I will buy it from you some time later, but for now, let it stay here."

He looked around the collection room and soon saw what he was looking for on a table.

A book bound with parchment, with a line in ancient Fussac on the dark brown cover: "Grossell's Travels"

Noticing Renekton's gaze, Edwina immediately approached him, picked up the book, introduced it with a smile:

"It comes from a sunken ship on the seabed. It has been soaked for 165 years and is still undamaged."

"It records a story. A giant named Grossel decided to go to the Kingdom of Frost to hunt the 'King of the North', a powerful frost dragon. On the way, he met his companions, including female elves. There are devout ascetics, nobles of the Solomon Empire, and soldiers of Loen. The story just progressed to the point where they encountered the 'King of the North' head-on, but it suddenly stopped."

"It's not that there is no follow-up, but the following pages are difficult to open using various methods. You can give it a try."

As she spoke, she handed over the copy of "Grossell's Travels" in her hand.

After Renekton reached out and took it, he flipped through the book with curiosity, which contained the divine kingdom of Angelweed, the "Dragon of Fantasy".

He flipped the book, letting the tawny pages slide past the pages.

The content inside is not much different from what Edwina described, but the storyline seems very abrupt and full of fragmentation, as if someone keeps dragging the progress bar forward in an invisible place.

Soon, he turned to the last few pages and found that they were stuck together and could not be removed no matter what.

By the way, the God of Knowledge has already gone in and looked at it. Why doesn't He just bring the story to its conclusion?

Squinting his eyes slightly, he had a guess in his mind. The imprint left by Angelweed in the sea of ​​collective subconscious fixed the ending of this book. Even the God of Knowledge could not directly change this ending. Can only influence from the side?

Edwina did not interrupt Renekton's thinking, she waited quietly for a while.

Then Renekton handed back the "Grossell's Travels" in his hand, and she took it casually, put it on the table aside, and asked at the same time:

"Do you have any insights into this book? I have been studying it for many years, but I have gained nothing."

Hearing this, Renekton's eyes fell on the "Grossell's Travels" again. He reached out and tapped it lightly, and then said in a deep voice:

  "If you just look at the content, this book should be a modern product, but it is old enough and probably belongs to the late Second Age."

Edwina nodded slightly:

"Indeed, I have done research using some secret techniques and found that the parchment was made at least three thousand years ago, before the Cataclysm."

Renekton nodded noncommittally, and then said with emotion:

  "This book circulates in the hands of one holder and records people from different eras. It gives people a sense of ritual and a very ancient ritual, as if they are waiting for an opportunity."

"There is a high probability that it is something or an arrangement left by a powerful person in a high position in the audience's path. They can influence the development of events by affecting the deep sea of ​​the collective subconscious, making things weird and reasonable."

"Captain! We found the Immortal King's 'Sad Death'!"

Renekton's words were interrupted by the first mate Blue Walls who suddenly broke in. He quickly recounted the current situation, and then glared at Renekton who was staying in the captain's cabin of Vice Admiral Iceberg.

"The Immortal King?" Edwina frowned slightly, then picked up a monocular telescope from the table beside and walked out of the captain's room.

The next moment, Renekton's figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared into the captain's room.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at the front side of the Golden Dream.

Boatswain Daniels and Third Officer Yodson were also here, each holding a clearly modified monocular telescope in their hands, observing the surrounding sea area.

With a craftsman on board, all kinds of magical items and tools are really available.

Renekton sighed in his heart, and then looked away.

He frowned slightly and looked at the sea in front of him. There was a black shadow approaching quickly. It was still far away and the specific situation of the ship could not be identified with the naked eye.

"On the sea, the naked eye is easily deceived, here!" Yodson on the side explained in a not too friendly tone, and then he handed over the monocular telescope in his hand.

Renekton glanced at the former playboy, who was quite easy to get along with when it came to things that didn't involve Lieutenant General Iceberg.

Then he shook his head slightly and explained:

  "No, the things that appear in my field of vision will not be blurred due to distance."

The next moment, a flash of purple light flashed in his eyes. His sight easily penetrated the obstruction of space and clearly saw the situation of the "Suite" in the distance.

  It was a sailboat nearly two hundred meters long, with its front and rear tilted high, and the whole thing looked like a crescent moon.

Its surface is painted black, and the cannons on the side of the ship are divided into three rows, arranged in order up and down. The part protruding from the deck, excluding the mast, is also tall and huge, at least equivalent to a five-story house.

There was only one sail, with a black tombstone painted on it.

There were not too many crew members on the ship. In Renekton's sight, they had some deep connection with the "Sad Death" at his feet. They were more like an extension of the "Sad Death".

Woo~woo~~

  An illusory voice sounded in Renekton's mind, full of filth, depravity, and malice.

  The "Sorrow" tried to follow Renekton's gaze to establish contact with him and exert influence.

Renekton quickly withdrew his gaze and cut off the connection between himself and the "Sad Death".

He breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned slightly and murmured:

  "That ship is a Sequence Three Whisperer. It's a bit troublesome to deal with. Fortunately, the Immortal King controlled by it can only display the strength of Sequence Four."

"What does it mean to only be able to exert the strength of Sequence Four? When you reach Sequence Four, you are already a half-human and half-god existence!"

Yodson on the side glanced at Renekton suspiciously. He felt that what this guy just said was just bragging, but he also felt that it was somewhat true.

Renekton ignored Yodson, who was still struggling with what kind of strength he had. He turned his eyes and looked at the sea casually.

His eyes suddenly became deep and dark, covered with a layer of grayish white.

  The world in his vision has changed. In the long river of intertwined silver threads, he sets his sights on a somewhat transparent and illusory future.

  Relying on the connection that he was on the Golden Dream, he looked deeply into the upcoming future, where many mixed destinies intersected.

After a moment, his eyes became clear again, but his brows became a little serious.

Senior did not choose to let people from the Rose School come to help, but chose to confuse the news released by Edwina, so that more pirates were attracted, which was not a too unexpected development.

After pondering for a moment, Renekton's lips curled up into a smile. He turned around and took a step forward. The next moment, his figure disappeared on the deck.

"Why does this guy always appear and disappear?"

Yodson complained to Daniels beside him.

Daniels nodded in agreement, and then asked:

"Why don't you steal his extraordinary ability to teleport away?"

If I had this ability, I would have been the first mate of the Golden Dream. Yodson rolled his eyes at Daniels beside him and said nothing.

Beside Edwina, Renekton's figure suddenly appeared.

"Senior has done some publicity for the news you released. The current Golden Dream has attracted the attention of many guys, and the 'Suicide' is just the most blatant one among them."

Edwina nodded in response with a solemn expression:

  "This is foreseeable, what are you going to do?"

Renekton raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile:

"Change the course and directly conflict with the 'Sad Death'. In this demigod-level battlefield, ordinary pirates who approach due to greed will retreat on their own."

"However, this is the best opportunity for Senior, as a pirate general, to take action."

Edwina frowned slightly and said:

  "The risk is very high, and you need to be able to completely contain the "King of Death" and come back with support at the critical moment."

"Moreover, Senior may not intervene in our conflict with the Immortal King as you think."

Renekton raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently:

  "Lucky people are always a little blind."

"Besides, I am fairly familiar with the abilities of the Sun Realm and Gate Pathways."

"The key is, as a favored one of knowledge, I can ask for help at any time!"

Edwina was silent for a moment. After a slight hesitation, she nodded and agreed to the plan.

Then she used secret techniques to spread her voice to the entire Golden Dream:

"Change course, target: 'Summer'!"

(End of this chapter)