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Your Excellency Braggs naturally recognized the origin of such creatures. The Sauron mutants have no fixed image, but most of them are twisted and indescribable like this, as if they were human beings’ deepest nightmares. What is revealed from this painting is Judging from the evil and chaotic aura, it is indeed the Sauron mutant, and it may be a strange mutant.

But why are there pictures of Sauron's alien species in the vice-captain's room?

According to Captain Sabala's description, this painting did not exist at the beginning, but suddenly appeared during the return voyage.

If Vice Captain Paul had really seen such a creature with his own eyes, then he could not still be alive. Any strange alien species would be devastating to such an intermediate mage, and even the alien species would not notice themselves. Killed a man, and if he had indeed been seen and killed, how was this picture drawn?

Reiner looked over Mr. Braggs' shoulder and looked at the picture. In the corner of the parchment, he could see the signature of the deputy captain. Such a signature was found on every picture, exactly the same, unless it was Someone who can imitate notes perfectly, otherwise it would be difficult to be consistent.

"Perhaps it is the message sent to us by Paul's ghost, sir. They encountered such a monster in that big hole and unfortunately died, but the soul returned with the exploratory aerostat and tried to warn us."

Captain Sabala was a little excited, his palms trembled slightly, and he defended feebly.

"Mr. Sabala, if ghosts really exist."

Your Excellency Alberton gently patted the captain on the shoulder.

"Why didn't Vice Captain Paul tell you these things directly in writing, instead of using such weird means?"

His words made Captain Sabala speechless for a moment. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"I am more inclined to think that someone put this picture into the vice-captain's room during the voyage. As for when this painting was painted, it is unknown. Maybe it was Vice-captain Paul. I once saw the corpse of this monster, and used my imagination to draw such a picture. It was discovered and placed in it for some reason."

Your Excellency Alberton spread his hands and explained.

“I did not sense any trace of Vice Captain Paul’s presence in this room. I believe the same is true for all the legendary mages. If even we cannot detect it, then I have reason to believe that Vice Captain Paul It won't exist here as a ghost."

"Yes, even if there is some mysterious power that allows Vice Captain Paul to retain his will in this world, he will need energy to draw pictures, and he will need energy to move pen, ink and paper. This will inevitably happen. Generates radiation, but there are no traces of similar radiation in this room. With existing observation methods, it is impossible to confirm its existence."

Her Excellency Rumia Calvados added that she did not completely deny the existence of ghosts, but also explained that according to the current level of magic, they could not observe the existence of anything suspected of ghosts.

"Besides the strangeness in these rooms, is there anything unusual about the entire ship?"

Master Stanion walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to explore, then shook his head and asked.

"There seemed to be no other reports, just strange noises and things being moved in these rooms."

Captain Sabala replied, looking around the room as if he wanted to find traces of Vice Captain Paul's presence.

"The reason why I applied to sail this ship to the main plane is also to seek your help. We also have some people left in the Baltic demiplane to monitor the situation of the hole at all times."

"You can dock the Storm Rose at Dudley Port, which is a military port of the Midland Federation. You can enter the country with this."

Your Excellency Braggs said, and he casually transformed a piece of paper with writing on it and floated it into the hands of Captain Sabala.

"At the same time, I will send some mages to set up powerful detection arrays in these rooms. Once any abnormalities occur, we will know immediately."

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It was already dusk when Reiner and others left the Storm Rose. Under the setting sun, the huge battleship turned golden, and the hanging shadow covered half of Ernest City, giving people a heavy Feeling of oppression.

Reiner, who originally planned to go directly back to the hotel to pick Claire up for dinner, found that he was being followed after leaving the Storm Rose.

It is very stupid to follow a high-level mage, but on the other hand, if you want to quickly make Reiner aware of his existence, tracking is an extremely clever method.

Reiner walked through the city and soon came to a secluded street. He randomly found an outdoor table in a deserted cafe and sat down, ordering a cup of ordinary Midland coffee.

Two minutes later, a man wearing a cloak and a hood sat opposite Reiner.

"If I remember correctly, you should be wanted by the Magic Association throughout the country."

Leiner picked up the coffee and took a sip. Midland-style coffee is actually espresso with water~IndoMTL.com~It tastes bitter and irritating. Since there are so many federal workers in Midland, these people need to rely on this strong This special coffee was developed as a way to refresh the mind.

"So you want to take me back, Lord Rainer Inglet."

The other party slightly raised the brim of the hood, revealing gray hair similar to Reiner's, and a pair of blue eyes reflecting Reiner's appearance. This man has a beautiful appearance, more like Claire than Claire. Charming and seductive, ordinary people may be fascinated by it just by taking a look at it and find it difficult to control themselves.

It's just that Reiner is already a high-level mage. The moment she looks at him, the magic weapon automatically unfolds a mental barrier, blocking the psychological suggestion of the charm spell.

"This thing doesn't work for me. I haven't thought about seeing an orthopedic doctor yet."

Reiner shrugged. Sitting opposite him was his sister, Phyllis Inglet, who had been missing for many days.

"Orthopedic surgeon?"

Phyllis tilted her head cutely, not quite understanding what Reiner said, but she didn't care either. Instead, she pursed her lips and smiled, which was a bit helpless.

"Sorry, this is not my wish. I can no longer control this ability, so I appear in this posture."

Passive charm? This is not a good ability.

Reiner recalled a case of passive charm bloodline recorded in a certain unofficial history. Such a person will be loved by everyone as soon as he is born, but as he grows older, this ability will become stronger and stronger, and eventually This makes other people's love for the patient deeper and deeper, and eventually turns into a strong possessive desire. A slightly better result is to become a slave raised by an adult, while the unlucky guy will be violated by many people in turn until he dies.

"The world is at stake, Reiner."

Phyllis continued, her eyes sincere.