Mystic Wind Arts!

His anger had surprised both Kojja and Wolk.

In fact, the latter screamed in pain as Arrluk was still holding his wrist and almost crushing it with his grip.

Kojja immediately moved her hand on top of Arrluks and told him to leave the harbourmaster alone.

"Wolk, you must be tired after your day-long work at the harbour; why don't you go and have a drink? You can tab it on Cinnamon Wind. I will take care of this little brother and teach him how to show respect to his elders. Now go on!" Kojja said while smiling. But inside his mind, she was shocked and amazed at Arrluk's strength.

"Now, my dear little brother, didn't you say you want to get out of this city? If you can tell me about your whole situation, I might help you out. Mayhaps, even let you board my ship and take you to my hometown. It's a very peaceful place." Kojja said to Arrluk while still holding his hand.

Seeing that both the kid and Quhuru Mo's daughter are ignoring him, Wolk, the harbourmaster, walked away while gritting his teeth.

Arrluk sighed. He knew it was better to say the truth here. If the books were right then, Kojja Mo was an excellent character. Having her help would be a great boon to Arrluk. Also, the summer islands were an ideal place for him to stay.

The only possible danger there was an attack by pirates; otherwise, concerning the whole world, only Naath, home of Missandei, mayhaps be better than the summer Islands in terms of danger.

'Ah, right, I can't go to Naath. Outsiders can't survive there for two days because of the butterfly disease. Summer Island mayhaps be the best choice for me now.'

Arrluk then started explaining their past as homeless beggars, about Jeremy and his shell game, about his confrontation with the thug and his men tonight at Harold's house.

"You had one hell of an adventure in one night, my boy." Kojja was shocked knowing about Arrluk's history and how he had killed a man yesterday, three more tonight, and now he was standing here in front of her asking for help.

"Miss Kojja Mo, will you book us a passage in your ship," Arrluk asked again, puppy-eyed. Though he hated being called boy, my boy, it didn't bother him one bit to act cute and gain Kojja Mo's appreciation. After all, she would captain the ship's red archers and is an expert marksman.

"Haha, you are truly very interesting. Come, follow me and bring our friends too. I give you one cabin, but you all have to share it with each other. As for fees, I will waive it off this one time since I quite like your daring."

Arrluk was ecstatic. He quickly signalled to Tom and Grant with the others to catch up with him.

Kojja Mo took aboard the Cinnamon Wind, which can leave every Galley in this world behind with a good headwind.

She took them to a cabin that was actually above deck and not below.

Only the captain, Vip guest, and his close relatives and friends would get the above cabins.

"You all can sleep in here. Someone will bring you the food in the morning, at noon, and at sunset. The only thing you need careful of is not roaming around the deck without permission or at night. There are windows inside the cabin, so be careful not to fall out of the ship while looking outside. In a time of an attack by pirates, you all will rush to go below deck as quickly as possible. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Miss Kojja Mo."

"Kojja is enough for you. You are their leader; therefore, you are responsible for their safety. I don't want any complaint, or else my father will throw you all into the ocean, and I will not be able to save you."

Arrluk nodded his head in understanding, but he still asked one last question, " When will we depart?"

Kojja Mo smiled, showing her sparkling white teeth, and said, "At the first break of dawn!"

After getting settled in their private cabin, Arrluk let the smallest of them, Redneck, Buggy, Orlon, and Hal sleep on the bed while the others, including him, Tom, Ignis, and Grant, slept down on the ground. The cabin was big, at least bigger than their small hut back in Lys. So everyone was happy with it, not to mention all the necessities were available here.

After everyone went into a deep sleep, Arrluk summoned the blue screen and received Jon, Peter, and Jeremy's three souls. His soul has gotten bigger and denser after assimilating with three souls. It took him half an hour to go through their memories. But in the end, it only left him angry.

Peter was a demon in human skin. That guy was seriously ill in his mind. If he were to compare, only Ramsey Snow of the Boltons could come near to Peter.

There was nothing worthwhile in his memories besides providing knowledge on a few places and important men he met in his life.

Next came Jeremy; his life was full of ups and downs. A tragedy. The guy was good of heart when he was a child, but he turned into a typical bad man after staying long in the pirates' company. But Arrluk found Jeremy's journey more beneficial to him than Harold's or Peter's. Jeremy knew three languages, the common tongue, summer Islander because he was born there and what was spoken in Lys, corrupted High Valyrian.

Arrluk could speak both the common tongue (similar to English) and High Valyrian because of staying in Lys for so long. He could now even say proper High Valyrian because of Harold since that man originated from Volantis.

Now, Arrluk could also converse in Summer's tongue with Kojja Mo if he wanted, but he would leave it, for now, and get proper teaching when he reaches summer island so that no one becomes suspicious of him.

Jon's memories were as ordinary as they can get, with nothing worth mentioning except that the man was highly ambitious, a backstabber, and a qualified thief.

'I have eighty-nine Gold coins, ten silver coins, and a few hundred copper coins. Maybe I should sacrifice them all and increase my strength.' Arrluk thought.

He first took out all the copper and silver coins that were still not sacrificed.

Basic Strength Potion or Basic Healing Potion

Sacrificing one Silver coin rewards him with a Basic Strength Potion and a Basic Healing Potion.

Arrluk chose the first option. He drank the Basic Strength Potion again but unfortunately, other than ruining his mouth with the taste of shit; it did not increase his strength in any way. It only made him energized and nothing else.

Arrluk sacrificed another silver coin, and this time, he chose the Basic Healing Potion.

A bottle appeared in his hand.

It was filled to the brim with golden-coloured liquid. Arrluk could sense magic flowing inside the new potion.

After awakening his Magic, Arrluk could also sense it in his surroundings, but only that the magic in the atmosphere was quite murky and stale. In contrast, the magic or mana inside his body and the Golden Healing Potion moved around like a smooth river.

For now, Arrluk pocketed the Healing Potion as he did not need to use it.

Arrluk got three more bottles of Healing Potions after offering three silver coins to the altar.

'Let's see what rewards I get for a gold coin,' Arrluk thought as he thought of sacrificing it.

Magic Awakening Potion or Mystic Wind Arts or Basic Strength Potion

Arrluk noticed that 1 Gold coin called forth three rewards from which he can choose one. The silver coins only gave two options at a time.

"I don't need Magic Awakening Potion anymore, and the Strength Potion doesn't work on me anymore. It only energizes my body. The only option I can choose is the Mystic Wind Arts." Arrluk decided on his reward as it was quite obvious what he needed to choose between the three options.

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