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Chapter 172 Trying
The sky gradually changed from dark to blue. After the ship sailed to the border and passed through the area of ​​influence of the Black Emperor's power, looking back, the area that just sailed back was already clear and cloudless.

The small island and the surrounding tens of nautical miles were isolated into a separate space.

"Is there anything special about the Key of Light?" Klein was holding a porcelain plate with a hanging teacup on it. The Xibo black tea in it was bright orange and exuded a delicate fragrance.

He walked close to Su Lin and said slowly, "Or do you have an idea about this source quality?"

Su Lin sat cross-legged on the guardrail, holding a glowing fishing rod in his hand. The sea breeze blew on his face, with a fishy and salty smell. With a piece of dried squid in his mouth, he pouted and looked towards the sea.

"I was a little curious before, so I used artificial intelligence to hack into the Internet secretly, and took a look at the manuscript of the author of your book." Su Lin tore off the shredded squid in his mouth, and recalled, "The name of the second book is The ring of fate and the key of light are the source quality related to the path of fate, representing endless chaos, the incarnation of fate."

"It feels like the path of fate, but his overall outline hasn't been completed at that time, so I don't know what's going on behind it, so I want to see if Roselle has any useful information."

"But he doesn't know much. This thing is sealed in the Western Continent, and he doesn't know what's going on."

Klein took a sip of the black tea, and the fragrance of orchid spread in his mouth. He recalled what Will Auceptin once said, that the Sequence 0 of the Fate Path is called the 'Wheel of Fortune'.

Let's hope the ice cream-loving Serpent of Destiny doesn't get knifed.

"Among all the paths, the path of fate is quite special. There is no similar path, and it is a path that leads to darkness." Klein analyzed based on the information he knew: "There may be some hidden secrets in this special place. "

"If you have a chance, you can also go to the Western Continent to have a look, after I fall asleep."

"There is another way." Su Lin turned his head and squinted at Klein backwards, and said, "After I go back, I will lock the author in a small dark room and apply a set of buffs so that he can not eat or drink without resting, and then improve his health." His physical fitness and thinking ability allowed him to finish writing "Wheel of Fortune" directly."

"Wonderful, no, I mean you violated the labor law like this." Klein coughed lightly, no longer dwelling on this topic.

"Derrick sent you a bottle of potion." Klein put down the porcelain cup, and took out a glass bottle from his coat, which contained the potion of the solar path 'Sequence 9: Song Song'.

Su Lin took it and looked it over. The bottle of potion was almost transparent, with only a faint gleam.

A "profession" that uses singing to bring courage and strength, piety and obedience to themselves and their companions. Their slogan is: Let us praise the sun!
In simple terms, the novice priest in fantasy novels.

"It just so happens that the squid tendrils are too salty."

Su Lin held up the potion to the white sun in the blue sky, "This wave becomes me, the sun."

This was Zhongli's idea, to use an avatar with flesh and blood consciousness to contain the potion, and try to control the extraordinary power of this world.

Su Lin's historical projection, after merging with Godhead, can still be canceled voluntarily, but it already has the attribute of 'real', from the projection to a flesh and blood avatar.

If this method is feasible, then the strength of his avatar will usher in another improvement, which is really not possible, and thanks to the fact that he can create new avatars at any time, and can repeatedly use potions from different channels.

There is no need to hang yourself on the way of the sun, it would be nice to wear a monocle.

Su Lin took out a plastic straw from the history, unplugged the cork from the bottle mouth, and inserted the straw.

He frowned, and an inexplicable smell spread over his taste buds. It couldn't be said to be unpalatable, but it was like adding some mint flavor to unfrozen kvass.

With a little bit of mental shock, Su Lin completed the absorption of the potion.

"Praise the sun!" Su Lin stood up, kept his legs together, kept his body upright, stretched his hands, pointing symmetrically upwards to his shoulders, folded his five fingers together into palms, with his palms facing outwards, and his fingertips pointing towards the sky diagonally upwards.

bang-

Klein pulled out a round iron bucket from the history and put it on Su Lin's head, then turned and walked into the cabin.

"Your fishing rod fell into the sea."

The moment he closed the cabin door, Klein heard the sound of splashing water outside.

"What happened outside?" Zhongli held a kitchen knife in his hand. The stewing pot in the kitchen was steaming, and a scent permeated along the vent hole on the pot lid. He looked at Klein who pushed the door in, The expression is a little puzzled.

Klein sniffed it, and found that the strong beef smell had some milky aroma, accompanied by the smell of basil, laurel and other spices.
The seafood made him a little uncomfortable, so Zhongli decided to cook some of his favorite dishes by himself, such as a pot of beef stew.

"The sun went out."

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"When I was chatting and laughing with a group of dragonborn at [-] meters under the sea, a tall tower appeared in front of me, and the golden-red seabed magma looked like a fiery snake."

Lu Mingfei raised a wooden wine glass and sat on the "Mance" cargo merchant ship under the Hall Chamber of Commerce. Lu Mingfei and the sailors talked about the glory of the past, "It was a wonderful battle. In the end, I was exhausted Fell down and was rescued by a passing red-haired elf."

"She is so beautiful."

Bran Leth walked over with a glass of light beer that hadn't dissipated the foam. With a smile on his face, he retorted, "I suggest you read the anthology of Russell's fairy tales published by Emperor Russell first."

"Even my three-year-old daughter knows elves are brunettes."

"Boggart, Mr. Caribbean."

Hahahahaha-

Amidst the roar of laughter, a sailor threw an orange to Lu Mingfei and said, "This story is not bad. It can be serialized on the Luen Daily with only a few modifications."

"I swear, Mr. Somali, this will make you more money than going to sea as an adventurer."

In the cabin, the lights were bright. On this ordinary night, which was as boring as in the past, the captain Berlane Ross brought back an immature novice adventurer.

This strange adventurer who doesn't know his "stage name" adds a little fun to the night shift staff who only have ale and dried salt fish.

The bizarre stories in his mouth are fresher than the citrus on the wharf for this group of shipping professionals who have been at sea all year round, relying on outdated old newspapers and magazine novels to pass the time.

"You can actually consider Doug's suggestion." Bran Luth smiled gently. Unlike his rough appearance, this dark-skinned bald man is actually a good person with a good personality. "Your novel should be able to There is a good market."

"The group of aristocratic youths will also hold a literary salon every week and invite well-known writers to participate. Maybe you can join the upper class?"

There was some longing in Bran Leth's tone. The wages offered by the Hall Chamber of Commerce were not low, and they were considered among the best in the industry, but this was obviously in direct proportion to the effort.

"If you don't have enough strength in this sea, you can't take risks all year round, and you have to beware of those pirates at any time."

"Besides, the bizarre events in this sea are no simpler than the stories you tell."

"Listen to me, Ricardo, after arriving in Dimir, have fun for a few days, and then buy a boat ticket to go home. With your literary skills, you will definitely achieve something."

Lu Mingfei did not ignore the captain's advice. After all, he had good intentions, so he immediately agreed. He peeled off the tangerine's coat and said to Bran:
"I decided to publish a novel called "Dragon Race" and take a pseudonym."

"What do you think of the pseudonym 'Jiangbei'?"

"That's right." Seeing that Lu Mingfei was not obsessed with his unrealistic dream of being an adventurer, Bolan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, regardless of whether his pen name was Jiangbei or Jiangnan.

Making money is money, but he is still worried that this young man, like those admirers of Gehrman Sparrow, will sail to the sea as soon as his head gets hot.

These young people cannot be blamed either, after all, the story of Gehrman Sparrow has spawned hundreds of different versions and spread in the sea and even in the kingdom.

For example, "The Secret of the Boudoir of the Crazy Adventurer and Lieutenant General Bingshan". Ahem, those stories really make many young people's minds warm and longing.

I don't know if the author was caught by Lie Yan Danitz, Lord of the Storm, I hope he hasn't been sunk into the bottom of the sea, and the sequel hasn't come out yet.

In the lively atmosphere, the crew began to discuss with each other the beauty they had experienced, as well as the customs and customs of various ports.

Gossip stories, gourmet food, wine, women, these topics are like smoked fish and dried meat, they are their regular snacks.

About an hour later, the drunken Berland came to the deck to take a breath. The lights in the ship's control room were on, and the helmsman and deputy captain were there, so there was no need to worry about any problems.

call out--

There was a sharp piercing sound, and Bolan's heart tightened, and he rolled over to avoid a silver light.

He corrected his posture, he was completely drunk, his muscles were tense, and he squatted on the deck with a movement like a start, his eyes were like eagles, staring at the position behind him and above.

"Monsieur Ricardo, what do you mean?"

The young man in front of him was obviously still in the cabin just now, but at this moment he was standing on the upper gauntlet, looking down at him.

Bolan quickly glanced at the silver light just now, and saw that a table knife had sunk into the deck, leaving only the handle of the knife.

"I didn't expect me to miss it too." Bolan stared at the young man above, and asked vigilantly, "What is your purpose?"

While asking Caribbean Ricardo, Berlan mobilized the emotions in his body and gradually put himself in a state of anger. As a wild transcendent who does not belong to the Church of Storms, he had an adventure when he was young and obtained the "Sequence 8: Potion of Raging People".

"Hehe, Mr. Berland, please forgive my rudeness."

The voice came from behind him? !
Bran looked back, and saw the young adventurer put his hands on his shoulders and looked up, but the figure above had disappeared.

Although the name of the potion was Raging People, it didn't mean that Bolan would really lose his ability to judge rationally in anger. If the other party wanted to kill him, he could do it just now.

Different from the harmless appearance of humans and animals in the cabin just now, Beran could feel that the young man's words and deeds were full of the attitude of a superior
——It seems to be close but extremely distant. The undisguised casualness means that the other party doesn't take his abilities seriously.

"What do you want to do?" Bran asked coldly.

"I just want to ask you something, don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you." Caribbean Ricardo put his arm on Berland's shoulders, like a very good friend, "Just tell me some common sense among extraordinary people. .”

"If I knew." Berland was very cooperative.

"Well, the first thing," Caribbean Ricardo's voice suddenly turned to a low level: "Have you heard of the assassin path?"

After walking slowly around the cargo ship, they went back outside the cabin together. The adventurer named Ricardo politely opened the door for him and made a gesture of invitation.

"I feel your cooperation, Mr. Berland."

He took a deep look at the adventurer, and then walked into the cabin first.

"And then?" Lu Mingfei sat on the stool with his neck curled up, listening to the crew in front of him tell the horror story of Bancy Island with some fear and fear, but at the same time, he hoped that the other party would continue.

The boss with open eyes, Ricardo Caribbean, who opened the iron door for him, pressed his index finger to his lips, smiled and made a quiet movement.

Amidst the crashing of the waves and the lively communication of the sailors, Ricardo Caribbean turned into a transparent phantom and disappeared.

It wasn't until a crew member urged Bran to close the door that Bran came back to his senses, and the fear in his eyes hadn't disappeared.

He has heard many legends in this sea area, but this is the first time he has encountered such a situation, his vest was soaked in cold sweat, he hurriedly walked into the restaurant, hurriedly found a seat in the middle of the crowd, and drank A sip of lager.

Bran was silent for a while, and he suddenly felt that the power in his body had increased significantly, and the potion of the Wrathful People had been digested? !

"This?!"

He raised his head and looked at the young man in the cabin. He couldn't help feeling fearful, but then he thought, maybe that thing just now wasn't Ricardo.
'How, do you understand clearly? Lu Mingfei asked the old road in his heart, although the horror story of Bancy Island sounded scary, how could he, a monk who knew how to use Leifa, be frightened.

'Well, I asked clearly. '

'What's going on with my path?Is there any danger? "Lu Mingfei always felt a little strange, and he asked the magician of the Tarot Society about the name of the Assassin Path Sequence 7, but the other party always changed the subject.

'No problem, the name of this path Sequence Seven is Magician, you can control a special kind of magic, and at the same time, after you reach Sequence Seven, your appearance will greatly increase. '

'Really? ! '

It just so happened that the other party mentioned the telegraph office in Banxi at this time, and Lu Mingfei trembled, making the crew who told the story proud, and the stories he told could also scare people.

'Of course it's true, would I still lie to myself? '

Old Zhou!Brothers!

(End of this chapter)