Start with the Readers Chapter 167: bad luck
The sea at night is dark blue and almost black, dyed with a touch of crimson, a little more calm and quiet than during the day.
The "Blue Avenger" is gently undulating with the waves, like a ghostly shadow, sailing towards the location of the red moon.
Alger Wilson stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the waves in the distance. He looked calm and calm on the surface, but he was filled with uncontrollable tension in his heart.
After all, no matter how many backhands he has prepared, what he is about to face is the main naval force of a powerful country... There is no guarantee that he will survive tomorrow's battle.
"I hope Mister Fool will bless you and everything will go well..."
As soon as Alger thought of this, there was the sound of hurried footsteps behind him. He didn't need to turn his head to know that the sound came from the newly equipped liaison officer on board.
After all, other sailors who have been at sea all year round will not wear this kind of hard-soled leather shoes that can stomp on the deck.
"Captain, just received a message from the Holy Church, let us return immediately!" The liaison officer said quickly with a translated telegram.
——Due to the special nature of this mission, the privateers attacking the port are all equipped with a radio station and a liaison officer. After all, these affiliated forces cannot act together blatantly. There are regroups outside the port, so keeping in touch has become a top priority.
"Return?" Hearing these words, Alger frowned, not showing it on the surface, but there was already a storm in his heart:
Could it be that... the "world" has already succeeded? But that is a military port. Without the harassment of us "cannon fodder", it may not be so easy to steal sea monsters by relying on the "world" alone...
Did Mister Fool provide help? After taking back the authority of the sea, he is more like a sea **** than Kavitua, and his power is no longer limited to the Rorsted Islands!
While guessing wildly, Alger took the telegram from the liaison officer, glanced at it and found that there was only one line of simple orders on it, and no more information.
After thinking for a while, Alger called the adjutant, and after showing the telegram from the Holy Church, he announced "return".
The crew immediately cheered. After all, everyone knows the danger of this mission. Now that they don't have to die, they are naturally happy.
But there were also a few people who stood there dumbfounded after jumping for joy, because they took out usury loans before departure and enjoyed them for several days. ".
Alger ignored the sailors' emotions, he went straight back to the captain's cabin, sealed the room spiritually, and prayed devoutly:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
Immediately afterwards, Alger's expression gradually became dull, and he murmured after a long while:
"Encountered an ambush by an angel...
"But it worked...
"Need to add money?"
At the same time, board the "Trident".
Klein, who was about to "teleport" away with the ice cube sealed with "strawberry", also heard Abner's "deliberate" warning:
"Don't forget the £30,000 donation."
Klein paused as he took out the "Book of Endless Teleportation", but in order to maintain Gehrman's personality, he nodded "It doesn't matter" to show that he understood.
Only Miss Sharon, who was attached to him, felt Sherlock's stiffness at this moment.
……
In the City of Silver, lightning pierced the sky, illuminating all the streets.
Derrick Berg walked out of his house, and with the Hurricane Ax on his back, he headed towards the Twin Towers in the north of the city.
Along the way, he met many residents of the City of Silver. Some of them were busy, some were sending their children to receive general education, and some were in small groups, patrolling every corner to prevent Many people died unexpectedly at home and were not terminated by their loved ones, turning into terrifying evil spirits.
The presence of these people made the City of Silver very lively, and Derrick could occasionally hear the laughter and laughter of the children.
He couldn't help recalling his previous life in the afternoon town camp. There were only a dozen or twenty human beings he could meet every day, and he had to stay in the sturdy but cramped building most of the time. The monsters hiding in the house in the dark, they were cleaned up again and again, and they appeared out of nowhere again and again, which made every member of the exploration team feel a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts, as if there was nothing they could do. To get real security, you will never be able to rest assured, you must do your best at any time, and you can't relax in the slightest.
Fortunately, the City of Silver has a mature rotation system. Derrick had already returned with the first batch of exploration teams a few days ago, but he was inevitably isolated and was not released until today.
And after a few days of rest, he felt that his mental state had reached the best state, and he could take the potion and be promoted to "notary".
As for the main ingredients of the potion, one of them has been exchanged from a tripartite deal with Mr. "Tower" and Mr. "Moon", and another extraordinary ingredient - the tail feather of the kitten bird, has been obtained by "Chief" "Colin Iliad special approval, you can get it from the treasure house in the City of Silver.
Having been promoted, I am qualified to choose a non-high-sequence mystical item... Derrick thought with some longing, he quickened his pace, and arrived at the twin towers in the north of the city.
Although the material warehouse and the magical items are all in the round tower, under the watchful eye of the "six-member council", Derrick's destination is the steeple, because there is a merit exchange point here.
Just as he was about to enter the minaret, he was suddenly inspired. He subconsciously looked up at the top of the round tower, and saw a woman in a black robe with purple patterns standing behind the window, looking down at him.
The other party has silver-gray curly hair, light gray eyes, and a gorgeous face. It is the member of the "Six-member Council", "Shepherd" Lovia!
When the eyes of the two were in contact, Lovia's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, but her expression did not change at all, and she even nodded slightly, as if to say hello.
She wasn't greeting me, but the person behind me... Suddenly, Derrick realized something.
This stems from his gradually accumulated experience under the guidance of everyone in the Tarot Society.
He nodded in response, and just about to look back, Elder Lovia's voice suddenly came from his ear:
"I need you to take a word to Mr. 'Tower' and ask him, 'Do you still remember the promise made 203 years ago?'"
……
Sunday evening.
Backlund, in the villa at No. 28 King Street.
After a day of "education", Abner finally made a rule with the scepter that contained the characteristics of "Mother of Desolation", making its eating "regular".
As the "creator" of the scepter, there shouldn't be any difficulty, but because Abner is currently in "bad luck", and affected by this, the "scepter" has just stepped into the "human" Rebellion" stage, so it took more energy.
And the reason why Abner had "bad luck" was because he used the uniqueness of the "Wheel of Fortune" to forcibly roll 1 point to the opponent in the previous battle with the "Glorious One"~IndoMTL .com~ will naturally suffer some backlash.
Just "bad luck", not "bad luck" or "robbery", is already a good result.
But even so, the time for Abner, who has fully digested the "prophet", to become the "insighter" of Sequence 3 had to be postponed. "It's not appropriate to advance at the time.
"Fortunately, this 'bad luck' will only last for a week and will not affect major events...
"However, this week I try to go out as little as possible, and just stay at home to study the mythical creature forms. It just so happens that I understand the incomplete mythological creature forms of the two 'female' paths of 'cultivator' and 'witch' It’s still a bit close to understanding.”
As soon as Abner thought of this, he heard a knock on the door, and then the butler he hired delivered an invitation letter to him.
The invitation letter came from Earl Hall's eldest son, Hilbert, inviting him to attend the ball held at Hall's house tomorrow night.
"Well... I don't know if 'bad luck' and 'disaster' are added, what interesting things will happen at this dance?"
Holding the exquisite invitation letter, Abner couldn't help but complain.
……
At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday, in the ancient hall above the gray fog, a new Tarot session began as streaks of crimson light appeared on both sides of the long table.