Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 125

The first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the hazy mist on the surface of the Sunya Sea. There were not many crew members on the deck, but the blue Avenger, with its sails and guns moving on its own, was walking on the deep blue waves.

In the captain's room, Alger, who had already brought the crew to the last port and replaced most of the gold and silver treasures obtained from the sunken ship with Ruen gold pounds, floated in the air. In front of him, a pencil was pulled by the wind from time to time, drawing new annotations on the nautical chart.

Since there are crew members from the Church of the Storms watching around him, this has become his usual method of digesting potions. Although it is slow, it is very effective.

I have to find a way to "legally" become a "Wind Blessed One", even if I have to digest twice the potion later, it's better than grinding it all day and day.

The influence of the "Sailor" pathway left little imprint on Alger, but it was not without it. At least when he was promoted but could not act in an open and honest manner, he often couldn't help but have some impulses. idea.

"Sometimes worrying is not the solution, especially when you are still in the church of the Tyrant, and you exist as a half-blood." A voice sounded from behind Alger without warning.

But he was not frightened, he put on a warning attitude, but quickly landed, knelt on one knee in the direction of the voice, and saluted respectfully.

"Praise The Fool, Your Highness Edmund."

"Praise 'The Fool'." Edmund, who was wearing a gorgeous costume, also tapped his forehead with the same pious tone.

Just after doing all this, He returned to his usual cynical appearance, and sat down on the chair behind him very casually, with a teasing twist on the corner of his mouth.

"How about this tortured feeling?"

"I should be right. Half-race people have always been only slightly better than women in the church of 'tyrants'."

His Royal Highness has been emphasizing mixed blood... what is this implying?

He kept analyzing the meaning behind Edmund's words in his mind, and responded without hesitation:

"Actually, it's not very good. This feeling that I have reached 'Sequence Six' but cannot be digested is like choking my throat and making me unable to breathe, but compared to my mixed-race identity, it seems insignificant. ."

Listening to this standard answer, Edmund nodded perfunctorily, his fingers hooked slightly.

A faint light appeared, and the fossil pendant that Alger had been wearing slowly flew out of his layers of clothing, projecting an illusory map in the air in front of him.

"This is your second mission. Find the trace of the Witch Sect's activities in the Furious Sea, then lock the target and bring back the beacon buried in the space of the spiritual world."

"Pointing mark?" Alger, who heard the unfamiliar words in Edmund's explanation, asked softly, but his eyes were tightly locked on the coordinates of the ship that was moving and circumventing the dangerous waters of the Furious Sea.

Judging from the experience of "Navigator", it should be trying to turn into the channel leading to the depths of the violent sea.

Seeing the outstanding performance of the idler in front of him, Edmund nodded with satisfaction and explained patiently:

"Yes, it is a special item buried in the spiritual world by the Tamara family using the power of the 'gate' pathway in the family at the end of the fourth era, pointing to a lost city."

Hearing the words that might involve a lost city and the Fourth Epoch, Alger's breathing instinctively slowed for half a beat, but he regained his composure.

He was silent for a moment, then boldly pointed out something Edmund might not have considered.

"Sorry, Your Highness, I don't have the ability or items to enter the spiritual world yet."

Before the demigods, the Beyonders of the "Storm" pathway lacked the means to directly influence the spiritual world.

In this regard, Edmund snorted.

"Don't worry, there is a corresponding entrance to reality in that spiritual world. At the end of the Fourth Epoch, the Tamara family's gate path Extraordinary almost died out, and they left a way out for themselves."

His voice became more and more distant, and at the end, it seemed to have become a distant echo, not as real.

Alger, who was kneeling on one knee, slowly stood up, glanced away, and the scattered nautical charts and pen and paper had returned to where they should be.

He was already familiar with the angel's behavior.

Dangdang.

There was a knock on the door, and Alger turned to look, and he saw the first mate who had been favored by him.

"Captain, are we going to change the course now?"

"Of course, the gathering of the King of the Five Seas still has to give face. How can we be absent on this occasion?" Alger nodded slightly, walked out of the captain's room from the majestic body of the first mate occupying half of the door frame, and looked towards The direction of the island marked in the intelligence.

Isn't there a witch going there?

The junction of the Furious Sea and the Sonia Sea.

In front of the cliff of life and death, a magnificent scene that does not seem to belong to this world is frozen in the sky, and it seems that it will never change.

Above the pale white coastline, the never-ending thunder and storms of the Furious Sea are deep and dignified, but opposite it is the fairy-tale blue of the Sunya Sea and the long, soft mist on the sea.

The two diametrically opposite scenes of Gu Yu are opposed to the sky above, setting off the Black Death with its iconic black sails, which is extremely small.

The ascetic monk who just got rid of the Church of the Storms, Tracy, who had survived in desperation, looked back at the distance shrouded in the storm, her heroic sword brows furrowed into a straight line.

Why was he madly hunted down by the Church of the Storms, and why did the Church of the Storms send a female "Ocean Singer"?

No, what the hell, there is actually a female Sequence Five in the Church of the Storm?

She took a deep breath as she recalled the other's blond, blue eyes, and tall figure.

Not very beautiful, but very temperamental, and in the process of chasing, she was just doing business, and she didn't have the mad dog-like posture of other storm believers.

It's odd that she doesn't seem very willing to go after me with all her might...  

"Why, do you still miss that ascetic monk?" Beside Tracy, seeing that the other party had been staring in the direction of the Furious Sea, Elaine couldn't help but stab the pirate chief who had captured her.

"No, no, she's not as beautiful as you..." Tracy, who knew that the other party couldn't be charmed by her, was not interested in bickering with Elaine at this time, she just let out a long sigh of relief, He hugged his "girlfriend" and gave half of the captain who was wearing it to the other party.

Unusually, Elaine did not continue to say anything, but let the other party hug her to keep warm.

She still remembered that when the ascetic rushed out of the sea like a cannonball, Tracy even disregarded the silent loss of a servant ship, and responded quickly to help her block the indiscriminate attack of the thunder.

Although there were thunderstorms at the time, she could still see the playful expression on the face of the ascetic when he saw Tracy protecting him in battle.

Is that really a cultist?

But even so, I can't forgive her... In the memory, Elaine turned her eyes slightly, looking at this female pirate who could feel her breath with her, her eyes from the other side's perfect and delicate, heroic and charming face coexisted Sweeping over, secretly firmed up the determination.

I am a descendant of the Sauron family. My life does not belong here, nor does it belong to pirates who traffic in people, burn, kill and loot.

I will definitely return to Intis to restore the glory of the family!

Her crimson eyes were very firm, and she squeezed slightly into Tracy's arms.

No, this season, the wind in the Sunia Sea is too cold.

So, this badge really has no negative effects. At most, it just makes me want to eat food with blood. Is this negative effect too low?

Klein, who was bumping on the steam subway, recalled yesterday's "mysterious" personal science, and touched the hand of the iron black badge in his pocket, and his movements became slower and slower.

After his careful test yesterday, he found that this badge, which was barely able to reach the level of a demigod, could actually allow the spirit body summoned by the advent ceremony to completely disguise the aura of a "shepherd".

Even if it is a demigod, it may not be able to distinguish clearly at the first time.

Well, after the spirit body accommodates this badge, I still hear faint babbling sounds, which are probably the babbling of the true creator, but the existence of the gray fog should help me effectively isolate this piece that relies on the special power of the spirit world to exert its power. thing.

Could it be that this is the real real negative effect?

After all, at the beginning, I thought that Mr. A also contained this item in his body... Of course, by their standards, hearing the voice of the true creator should be considered a gospel, not a nasty negative effect at all.

Sadly, if I hadn't been worried about Louis Evans, who lives on the 15th, I should have been able to experiment with other changes to accommodate this badge... The rumbling sound and the less violent vibrations stopped slowly , Klein followed the crowd and got off the steam train.

Looking at the not crowded train platform in front of him, he suddenly felt fortunate.

In this era, the people who took the steam train were mainly senior workers and some middle-class people~www.mtlnovel.com~ There were not many people, so he didn't have to experience the crowded **** on earth again.

I really don't know if this is a kind of sadness, or a kind of consolation in the gloom... Klein, who was carrying a chain-blade cane and wearing Azik's copper whistle and an all-black badge in his clothes, walked out of the station, making tiny movements. He looked around and nodded slightly in one direction.

Outside the station, Ian, whose half of his face was covered by the newspaper, also started to act. After a lot of stumbling, he finally met an employer who was not usually seen in a coffee shop that he had been to several times.

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty."

"Good morning, Ian." Klein, who had just ordered breakfast, raised his hat politely and smiled.

After a simple exchange, he went straight to the topic of today.

"Don't go too deep into those dangerous things recently, I have another task to give you, and I will pay twice the price."

"What mission, Mr. Moriarty." Ian asked without hesitation.

Looking at the waiter who was walking towards him, Klein retracted his gaze and said word by word:

"Investigate Louis Evans."

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