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  Chapter 266 Unlucky Danitz

  "Yes, but I can't take out so many gold pounds for the time being. Can I exchange them with magical items of equivalent value?"

  Blue Walls, a mechanical expert, was the first to speak.

  "No problem."

  Renekton nodded slightly, and at the same time looked at the other crew members who were still watching:

  "I have many ways to get low- and medium-sequence potion formulas. If you need them, you can come to me. Of course, you must bring enough money!"

  His voice was mixed with some spirituality, which was very obscure and aroused people's emotions. Except for 'Vice Admiral Iceberg' Edwina, no one noticed this problem.

  The crew members around looked at each other and felt that the potion formula was very tempting to them.

  Although not everyone on the Golden Dream had the awareness of saving money like Danitz, they had just found a treasure and had not had time to go to the shore to squander it. Now they all had some savings.

  With Daniels taking the lead, they left the captain's room one by one, preparing to go back to their rooms to get money to buy the formula.

  Jodson, who was not so eager for the potion formula, looked at Renekton with some suspicion. He always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking for a while, he did not find the problem.

  What's wrong with these guys? I didn't see them actively improving their strength. How come

  they suddenly figured it all out? Wait, wouldn't it make me look unmotivated in front of the captain?

  An idea suddenly emerged in Jodson's mind, and then this idea became stronger and stronger. He didn't care to think about so many details and ran to catch up with the crew members who left in front.

  Seeing that all the crew members who surrounded the captain's room had left, Edwina glanced at them, sighed slightly, and then turned her eyes back to Renekton:

  "What do you want to discuss with me by sending them all away?"

  "Don't worry about them. This excitement won't last long. When they return to the cabin, they will react."

  Renekton saw Edwina's concern for her crew members and explained immediately.

  Then he raised his right hand slightly, extended two fingers, and said with a smile:

  "There are two things. The Golden Dream's range of activities in the next period of time will be more obvious. If possible, spread some rumors to indicate that you have gained a lot on this trip, and try to attract Admiral Blood as much as possible."

  "Also, do you have a channel to do the smuggling of grain? I am the buyer, and I need you to help me transport a batch of grain to an uninhabited island every once in a while."

  Edwina looked at Renekton with some doubts, then frowned and pondered. After a moment, she said in a slightly serious tone:

  "There is no problem with the grain you need. I have a fixed channel to buy it in Feynaport."

  "But 'Admiral Blood' Senio is a wronged soul of an alien path, a wronged soul in the form of a spirit, with a strong ability of divination. He will probably not be fooled by this obvious temptation."

  Renekton nodded slightly and chuckled:

  "The simplest method is the most effective. He will not choose to give up even if he knows we have an ambush. Instead, he will make full preparations to come and kill us."

  "The Rose School is my real target."

  "No problem." Edwina looked at Renekton deeply, no longer questioning.

  In the cabin of the Golden Dream, Blue Walls, who had just walked to the door of his room, stopped. He looked at Daniels not far away with doubt and said:

  "I remember you said last time that every penny earned should be used for enjoyment. Why are you so anxious about the potion formula of the Wind-loving One today?"

  "Also, why did you follow us back, Johnson? Don't you have the potion formula of the so-called Dream Thief?"

  Johnson was stunned there, frowned for a long time, and suddenly spat:

  "Damn! We were fooled by that kid. He has mastered some weird secret technique that can distort our inner thoughts and emotions."

  "I said why I suddenly want to buy the potion formula in his hand so much. He actually wants to cheat me out of the savings I just saved!"

  Daniels also gradually reacted.

  Johnson glanced at Daniels. He felt that Renekton didn't want to cheat money. After all, he also paid for the potion formula. At most, it was a forced sale!

  No! How could I be led astray by Daniels? That guy clearly wanted to get us away and be alone with the captain. No, I have to go back!

  Thinking of this, Jodson quickly turned around and ran back.

  Blue ignored the conversation between Jodson and Daniels. He reminded Jodson that it was their responsibility as the first mate of the Golden Dream, but he did need the astronomer's potion formula.

  Due to the special nature of the craftsmen, this channel is almost monopolized by the Steam Church, and the potion formula flowing into the outside world is very rare.

  On the White Agate, Bugs Bunny followed behind Klein, carefully avoiding the sight of the pedestrians around him, disguising himself as an ordinary rabbit.

  It was not until it entered a first-class cabin with 312 on the doorplate that it relaxed, quickly jumped onto a sofa, and said in a muttering manner:

  "What a tiring rabbit. These people on the ship are so ignorant. It's just a rabbit that can walk upright and talk!"

  "You don't have to be so cautious. I can use illusion to cover it for you."

  Klein, who had transformed into German Sparrow, maintained his own persona and said in a cold voice.     "Then why did you say yesterday that I was easy to be exposed and didn't take me off the ship?"

  "I couldn't be distracted to maintain the illusion on you when the battle was going on."

  "I can kill those weak humans with one claw."

  Bugs Bunny felt that he was being looked down upon, and waved his claws to emphasize it again.

  "Who did you bring in?"

  The door of the bathroom was opened, and a man in his thirties with yellow eyebrows and deep blue eyes walked out.

  Danitz's eyes swept around the room, and he didn't see anyone except Gehrman. There was only a rabbit sitting on the sofa, wearing a suit and dressed like a gentleman?

  Bugs Bunny also saw Danitz who had just come out of the bathroom, and his fluffy rabbit face showed humanized shock.

  He turned his head and looked at Klein and said,

  "You also keep people as pets?"

  "He's a pirate, my hostage."

  Klein tried to maintain his cold expression, his voice was cold, and his words were concise.

  Danitz looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes flicking back and forth between Gehrman and the rabbit on the sofa:

  "The rabbit has spoken!"

  Klein glanced at Danitz coldly, but said nothing.

  It's just a magical animal. As the fourth boatswain on the Golden Dream, why are you so surprised? Does he think that what appeared next to me should be rabbit meat?

  Danitz wanted to say something, but Klein's eyes suppressed him, and he shut up in a huff.

  Bugs Bunny on the sofa thought that Klein's hostage looked familiar. It stretched out a paw and imitated Renekton's action of rubbing his chin when thinking, recalling in his mind where he had seen this unfortunate pirate.

  When Klein's eyes caught Bugs Bunny's action on the sofa, the cold expression on his face froze for a moment. How could I see seriousness, earnestness, entanglement, contemplation, and so many expressions on a rabbit's face!

  After thinking hard on the sofa for a while, Bugs Bunny finally remembered where he had seen Danitz. He pointed at Danitz excitedly and shouted,

  "You are 'Flame' Danitz, the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream, and you seem to be a pirate worth 3,000 pounds."

  When Danitz first heard the rabbit recognize him, he was still a little proud, until the last sentence of 3,000 pounds, his expression suddenly collapsed.

  Shit, why is the rabbit raised by this guy as hateful as he is? What do you mean by 3,000 pounds? Am I a commodity that you buy and sell casually?

  This rabbit is deeply influenced by Al Zhen. Klein sighed in his heart. In order to maintain his character, he found a hardwood chair and sat down.

  Leaning against the back of the chair, his hands clasped naturally, he said to Danitz,

  "Tell me about the famous pirates you know."

  "Doesn't your rabbit know everything?"

  Danitz said angrily. He felt that Gehrman Sparrow was deliberately making things difficult for him.

  This is an insult! I am "Flame" Danitz, the fourth boatswain of "Vice Admiral Iceberg", a famous pirate with a bounty of 3,000 pounds. My dignity and reputation will not allow me to accept such an insult!

  He saw German gave him a cold look and his body trembled subconsciously.

  He took a breath and said with a smile that was uglier than crying:

  "Okay."

  "Hey, a pirate who can bend and stretch!"

  Bugs Bunny spoke at the right time, and it was hard to tell whether his tone was mocking or simply expressing his opinion.

  Danitz's expression froze for a moment, and then turned red. If he hadn't been concerned about German Sparrow beside him, he would have turned this rabbit in a suit and bow tie into a roasted rabbit.

  When I return to the Golden Dream, I will eat rabbit meat for a week, no! A month, braised, roasted, Danitz shouted wildly in his heart.

  What kind of mess did Al teach this rabbit? Klein tried to maintain his cold expression and not let himself laugh out loud.

  He suddenly felt that this rabbit would be the biggest obstacle on his path to becoming the Faceless Man.  Chapter 267 Private Communication

  In the cabin of the Golden Dream, Renekton, who had sold a wave of potion formulas, returned to his own room.

  It can't be seen that the crew of the Golden Dream is quite wealthy. He glanced at the table beside him, where there were many magical items, some banknotes, and even gold bars. He

  immediately retracted his gaze and raised his right hand to wipe it in the air.

  As he moved, pieces of starlight spread out. They swarmed to form a barrier that separated the inside and the outside, and then gradually faded and disappeared from the visible field of vision.

  After doing all this, Renekton took out the dark brown glass bottle containing the blood of the Eternal Sun from the leather suitcase on the side.

  Originally, I stole this drop of blood for the ceremony of promotion to the mystic, but I skipped the ceremony step directly.

  Thinking of this, Renekton shook his head helplessly, but this did not affect much. He could still obtain the corresponding mystical knowledge by analyzing the blood of this mythical creature.

  The next moment, he suddenly exerted force on his right hand holding the glass bottle, and a layer of starlight brushed between his fingers. With a sizzle, the glass bottle shattered.

  The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the light was bright and dazzling. The broken glass fell to the floor, leaving only a little dazzling golden color floating on the palm, emitting light and heat.

  The drop of eternal scorching sun's blood was like scorching magma. Renekton could even feel the skin on his hand constantly cracking and falling off.

  The starlight quickly formed a ball of slowly rotating star sand in the palm of his right hand, wrapping the drop of eternal scorching sun's blood in the innermost part, like a sun surrounded by stars.

  One after another, stars emerged, densely packed and dazzling.

  The Eye of Secrets, which was supposed to be purple, had a light blue glow.

  Renekton put his hands together around the slowly rotating star sand. The next moment, he suddenly pulled his hands, and the original group of star sand was suddenly magnified dozens of times.

  Under the reflection of the bright starlight, the drop of fiery blood gradually showed some signs of being decomposed into knowledge. The magnificent and dazzling mystical knowledge like the sun came into Renekton's eyes.

  It was like a perfect sun model, showing all the details of the sun in the mysterious world one by one, and there was no danger of facing the sun directly.

  The maintenance of this model requires the continuous consumption of the drop of blood. Renekton did not waste time. Relying on the characteristics of the reader and the secret peeper, he quickly analyzed and memorized the various mystical knowledge contained in the blood

  until the drop of blood of the eternal sun was consumed. Renekton reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

  He did not rush to analyze the other drop of Sasriel's blood. The analysis of the blood just now consumed not only his own spirituality, but also his energy.

  He sat back in a chair, slightly closed his eyes, and waved his hand gently.

  There was a crashing sound of broken glass around him. The starlight barrier that separated the inside and outside quietly emerged, then shattered into dots of starlight and quickly disappeared.

  He quietly felt the extra mystical knowledge in his mind. Perhaps it was because he was already good at the spells in the field of the sun, and the effect of the drop of eternal scorching sun blood far exceeded his expectations.

  Simulated sun: consuming a large amount of spirituality and materials, through the assistance of rituals, a simulated sun can be directly created, a sun with dual meanings of reality and mysticism. Even without these auxiliary lines, it can create blazing golden sunlight and pull a large area into the field of the sun.

  With a deeper understanding of the power of the field of the sun, he can now use the extraordinary abilities of the field of the sun more quickly and more powerfully.

  After a moment, he opened his eyes again and murmured, "I feel that if I am given a Sun Priest or the characteristics of the Darkless, I am confident that I can create a miniature sun that burns forever

  to restore my consumed spirituality. Renekton silently recited the Fool's honorific name:

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to have a private conversation with Mr. Sun. Please tell him for me and get his consent."

  The Forsaken Land, Silver City.

  Derrick had just returned home from a patrol mission. In his field of vision, a thick gray-white fog suddenly surged, and a deep red light surged like a tide.

  Mr. Fool? It shouldn't be time for the Tarot Club yet? A trace of doubt flashed through the little sun's mind, and then he calmed down and listened carefully to the information given by Mr. Fool.

  The crimson tide-like light condensed in the thick gray fog, and the vague figure of Renekton emerged. He was praying to Mr. Fool, saying:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I want to have a private communication with Mr. Sun. Please tell him and ask for his consent

  ." This voice sounded a bit like Mr. White Tower. Why did he want to have a private communication with me?

  In a flash, Derrick had already responded:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I agree to have a private communication with Mr. White Tower."

  The crimson light and thick gray fog in front of him dissipated. Derrick quickly lit the candles in the room to prevent himself from being exposed to the darkness for a long time during his stay in Mr. Fool's kingdom of God, which would cause unnecessary danger.     Then he half-lay on the bed, waiting for a private conversation with Mr. White Tower

  . Before long, thick gray mist and crimson light rose in his eyes again.

  Above the gray mist, in the magnificent ancient palace that looked like a giant's residence.

  As two crimson lights rose, two slightly blurry figures appeared on the high-backed chairs belonging to the Sun and White Tower.

  Renekton subconsciously glanced at the position belonging to the Fool, where a blurry figure shrouded in gray mist was sitting.

  He chuckled and stood up, bowing to the head of the table, saying,

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool. I'm sorry to bother you at this time."

  Derrick on the side was stunned for a second, then he also stood up and bowed like Renekton, saying,

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

  At the top of the mottled long table, the figure shrouded in gray mist responded with an emotionless calmness,

  "You guys get started."

  Renekton nodded slightly, then half turned his body and smiled at the little sun, saying,

  "As a city-state once ruled by giants, your Silver City should have the potion formula of the Mother Path, right? I need the potion formula of druids and, um... what you call it should be the classical alchemist."

  "In exchange, I will find someone to research crops that can adapt to the environment of your Silver City, so that you can eat more normal food."

  Little Sun Derrick was stunned for a while. He couldn't imagine what the more normal food in Mr. White Tower's mouth looked like. He had never thought that there was anything wrong with the black-faced grass before.

  Since Mr. Bai Ta said it was a more normal food, it should be better than the black grass we have now.

  After a brief silence, Derrick said with some entanglement:

  "What does normal food look like? I need to understand it and then convince the Chief."

  "Silver City should have the formula for the Mother Path, but no one chooses this path, and it cannot be performed around Silver City, so I can't trade it. I can only go to the Chief and obtain his consent before I can make this transaction."

  Klein frowned slightly as he listened, but no one noticed this scene because of the cover of the gray fog.

  I have always ignored the living conditions of Little Sun and his companions. We can give him some food from the outside world through sacrifice and gift, but for the entire Silver City... Sorry, Mr. Fool doesn't have that much money.

  Little Sun's answer was within Renekton's expectations. He nodded slightly and said,

  "No problem, the transaction can be carried out step by step. I will first give you a batch of normal food from the outside world in exchange for the druid's potion formula and even materials."

  "The potion formula of Sequence Five is expensive enough here, so I will give you equivalent food, witnessed by Mr. Fool. Well, you can also ask Miss Justice and the others about the price to ensure that the transaction is indeed equivalent."

  "As for the potion formula of the classical alchemist, you can wait until I have developed crops suitable for your Silver City environment before trading. However, this requires your support. I need the monster flesh and soil from your side as experimental samples."

  "No problem, I will ask the Chief after the communication."

  Derrick answered without hesitation. This transaction will not only allow Silver City to obtain normal food, but also prove to the Chief and others the existence of the bright world outside!

  At the top of the mottled long table, Klein leaned back slightly and spoke leisurely:

  "You can recite my name when necessary!"

  With a sequence one characteristic above the gray fog, I can fully demonstrate true miracles.

  Renekton, who is deeply in my heart, narrowed his eyes slightly. He originally planned to tell Klein that he might need his help in the next few days, relying on the conqueror's characteristics to create a battlefield that belongs to him.

  As the Admiral of Blood of the wronged soul, he must be able to divine some dangerous information through the abnormal behavior of Vice Admiral Iceberg, but he will not choose to give up, but should make sufficient preparations before intercepting the Golden Dream.  Chapter 268 Normal Food

  While thinking, Renekton turned his head and looked at Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, and said,

  "Dear Mr. Fool, I may have a battle in the next few days. I may ask for your help to create a thunderstorm suitable for fighting."

  "Well, if there are some unexpected developments in the battle, an extremely high temperature battlefield may be required."

  Klein looked at Renekton in silence. His words just now were mainly for Little Sun to hear. A fight between demigods? You still need battlefield advantages. Do you want to fight a group alone?

  After Klein complained in his heart, he maintained a calm posture and said in a leisurely voice,

  "Okay, recite my name when the time comes."

  "What kind of battle? Mr. White Tower, do you need help?"

  After hearing Mr. Fool's affirmative answer, Little Sun asked with great concern.

  Renekton shook his head slightly, chuckled and said,

  "I am not alone, I don't need any more help."

  "Let's end our communication. You don't have to rush to find your chief. I will bring you some prepared food later. This will be more credible."

  "No problem."

  Little Sun Derrick nodded repeatedly. He was very curious about what the food of Mr. Baita and his people was like. It must be more abundant than our Silver City.

  Renekton turned his head to look at Klein at the top. His eyes moved slightly, and he opened his mouth and silently said "Wait a moment".

  The deep red light rose, and after a little dazzle, Renekton found that the figure of the little sun next to him had disappeared.

  Klein dispersed the gray fog that enveloped him, and he looked at Renekton in confusion:

  "What else do you have? Do you want to continue studying the crown?"

  "No." Renekton shook his head slightly and said,

  "Can you use the ability of the thief through this gray fog?"

  "Thief's ability?"

  Klein pondered, then closed his eyes and did a simple divination.

  Soon, he opened his eyes again and shook his head slightly:

  "No, if there are corresponding items, I should be able to use the relevant abilities through this gray fog."

  Hearing this answer, Renekton was not too disappointed. He had guessed this long ago. After all, Klein has not yet truly mastered Sefirah Castle.

  Leaning back on the chair, he explained his purpose:

  "I plan to separate the identity that belongs to Renekton and transfer the characteristics of the Reader's Path in my body."

  "So soon? When I become a demigod, I will have a deeper control over this place, and maybe I can do it."

  Klein asked in confusion. The other party had told him about this plan before, but he didn't show such urgency at the time.

  Renekton smiled helplessly:

  "I need to stay in the southern continent for a long time, and I don't have any suitable candidates. I can only find a way to squeeze my clone."

  "It's not a big problem. I will contact Pales in a while. By then, His condition will have recovered a little, and it should be no problem to steal the characteristics in my body."

  "Pales? Is He an angel of the Thief's Path?"

  Klein asked with some curiosity.

  "Yes, Sequence One of the Thief's Pathway is being hunted by Amon. He is currently parasitizing Leonard and lingering on."

  Klein was silent for a moment. He didn't know what to say. Can all Sequence One angels only survive under Amon's pursuit? Then I am also being targeted by Amon.

  Seeing that Klein didn't say anything else, Renekton directly changed the subject:

  "I am now in the White Whale Sea, a little far from the shore, and the food variety may not be enough. If it is convenient for you now, you can help me replenish some."

  Recalling that the food variety in the restaurant on the White Agate is quite complete, and there are many kinds of drinks. After all, it is a passenger ship that docks every two or three days.

  Klein nodded gently and said:

  "No problem."

  "By the way, don't teach Bugs Bunny some weird things. There is a pirate over there who is almost mad at it. He even dreams of eating rabbits now."

  Silver City.

  Derrick woke up from the bed after finishing his private conversation. He waited in the room anxiously for a while.

  After about twenty flashes of lightning, thick gray fog surged in front of his eyes. A tall figure sitting on a high-backed chair appeared in his eyes. The voice of Mr. Fool echoed in his ears:

  "You can prepare for the bestowal ceremony."

  Derrick stood up immediately, rubbing his fingers, lighting the candles that had been placed in place, dripping essential oils and hydrosols into the candle flames, taking two steps back, and began to recite the prayer spell:

  "The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

  "Your loyal servant prays for your gaze;

  prays for your bestowal;     I pray that you will open the door to your kingdom. "

  As the spell was finished, he seemed to hear an illusory creaking sound in his ears. An illusory door was opened, and gray mist poured out. Then he saw strange-looking and colorful food falling out of the illusory door.

  Derrick hurriedly ended the ceremony, bent down to pick up the packed food, and put it on the wooden table on the side.

  In addition to the food, there were several bottles of strange liquids in glass bottles, some of which were deep red, some orange-yellow, and some colors he couldn't tell.

  Are these the food for Mr. Baita and his friends? How should I eat this? Derrick was a little confused and at a loss for a moment.

  The next moment, gray mist suddenly poured out in front of him, and there was a deep red light surging like a tide, condensing into a picture.

  It was a man with burnt eyebrows and deep blue eyes. He seemed a little reluctant. He opened all the food in the boxes one by one and tasted them one by one.

  Is he a follower of Mr. Fool? This is to cover up how to open and eat these foods for me.

  "Thank you, great Mr. Fool!"

  After the image in his eyes disappeared, Derrick thanked Mr. Fool in an excited and devout voice.

  He found a rope, tied all the food together, and carried the bottles of strange liquid called juice and wine in a leather bag to the round tower where the chief of Silver City was.

  Derrick brought a bunch of strange things that Silver City had never seen before, and was strictly checked several times by the guards at the bottom of the round tower. Finally, a figure shrouded in dark shadows appeared, and the guards let Derrick pass.

  At the top of the round tower, in the chief's room.

  Derrick placed all the food on the ground one by one. He turned his head to look at the chief of Silver City, who had gray hair, heavy nasolabial folds, and some deep or twisted old scars on his cheeks. He

  swallowed his saliva, kept organizing his words in his mind, and paused for a while before speaking:

  "Mr. Chief, a member of the party wants to exchange for the potion formula of the druid and the classical alchemist. "

  He proposed to use their normal food from the outside world and help us develop crops that can adapt to the environment of Silver City in exchange. These are some of the prepared foods he sent over."

  "If we agree to the deal, he will exchange the equivalent amount of food with us later."

  A dark green complex symbol appeared in the left and right eyes of Silver City Chief Colin Iliad.

  After Derrick explained the details of the transaction, he nodded slightly and said,

  "Do you know the specific value of the potion formula with them, and what the value of the food he mentioned is?"

  Derrick shook his head and said,

  "I don't know."

  "But I can ask other different members for the corresponding prices, and then make a comparison."

  Chief Colin did not agree or disagree. He nodded slightly, and the dark green complex symbols in his eyes disappeared. Then he looked past Derrick, looked at the shadow behind him and said,

  "Notify Elder Lovia and other elders who stayed in Silver City to come over. "

  Derrick was stunned for a moment. He thought the chief was talking to him. Just as he was about to respond, he heard a deep voice behind him:

  "Okay."

  Derrick waited in the chief's room for a while with a nervous mood.

  Soon, several elders of the Silver City Six-member Council who did not carry out the exploration mission all arrived.

  At Colin's signal, Derrick once again talked about exchanging food for potion formulas.

  A woman wearing a black robe with purple patterns and a gorgeous and generous face walked to the ground where the food was placed after Derrick finished speaking.

  She picked up a piece of food from the ground and opened the lid somewhat unskillfully.

  First, she closed her eyes and felt it carefully, then broke off a piece of her finger and threw the bloody finger into the lunch box. After a burst of blood and flesh squirming, she took out the finger and pressed it back. The broken wound healed quickly, and her palm was restored to its original state.

  After doing all this, she turned to look at the other elders behind her, nodded slightly and said:

  "No problem, at least I can't find out. "

  After Colin nodded slightly, he turned to look at the people beside him and said thoughtfully:

  "Well, who else wants to check it out?"

  The other elders looked at each other and went up to pick up a piece of food to check, but they were more curious about the so-called normal food. This was something they had never seen or even thought about.  Chapter 269: Silver City's Decision

  After all the elders had checked, Derrick volunteered to be the first person to taste the food.

  He sat cross-legged on the floor, imitating the man's operation in the picture shown to him by Mr. Fool, opened several lunch boxes one by one, and took out a bottle of something called rum. After uncorking the bottle, he poured the golden liquid into a glass.

  The slightly pungent smell of alcohol instantly filled the entire room. He was stunned for a moment, and looked at the chief in a bit of confusion.

  Chief Colin felt it a little, but did not notice any negative effects of the smell. He looked at Elder Lovia, who was best at flesh and blood magic.

  Lovia shook her head slightly, and then spoke in a somewhat intermittent voice as if she was considering her words:

  "No problem, but don't drink too much. This is a bit like the wine in the records. Drinking too much will make you 'drunk'."

  After getting the affirmation of the chief and Elder Lovia, Derrick finally relaxed completely. He did not expect that this thing called rum would have such a strange taste, which was completely different from the normal food he imagined.

  He picked up the cup of golden wine and gulped down a big gulp.

  "Ahem!" The irritating taste and feeling in his mouth made him cough. Most of the wine was swallowed into his stomach, and a small part was coughed out.

  His expression was slightly distorted, and the irritating feeling in his mouth rushed straight to his brain. Under the worried eyes of everyone, he said in a hoarse voice:

  "The taste is so strange, it irritates the throat and brain. After a while, there is a strange sweet feeling in the mouth."

  Derrick struggled with the wording. In his daily language, there is no word or expression for "sweet aftertaste".

  When the taste in his mouth calmed down, he tried other foods.

  He could only judge from his knowledge in the general education textbook what animals some relatively intact ingredients came from.

  Although the man in the explanation screen had introduced it, many of the words he heard were splicing and stitching, and there were many kinds of meals prepared by Renekton and Klein, and he only remembered a small part of them.

  Is this fish? This should be a bird. The rest of these are meat from animals I don't know what they are. Are the remaining green and yellow vegetables?

  He tried a bite of grilled fish first. Although the dishes were basically cold because he had been busy for too long, the rich and colorful taste still made him stunned for a moment. This was a delicacy he had never tasted before.

  Under the gaze of everyone in Silver City, he quickly finished all the food he had opened, and looked at the remaining food beside him with a bit of reluctance.

  No, I can't finish them all by myself.

  After warning himself in his heart, he stood up from the ground, savoring the taste of the food just now. He couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth and said:

  "Chief, there is nothing wrong with these foods, and they are very delicious."

  Derrick racked his brains and could only come up with the adjective delicious.

  Colin nodded slightly, and then he set his eyes on the remaining food.

  "I'll try it again."

  Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of caution, Lovia proposed the idea of ​​trying it again.

  The others had no objections, and then Lovia imitated Derrick's previous actions and opened a few lunch boxes at random.

  Like Derrick, she was stunned for a moment, then she swallowed faster.

  On the Golden Dream, Renekton was writing a letter to Prak Eggers of the Spiritual Cult.

  When he left Backlund, he had expressed his desire to lead some members to leave the Spiritual Cult and devote himself to developing the economy of the southern continent and getting rid of the state of colonization.

  A Sequence 3 ferryman, if I can get his help, then I think it will be much smoother to establish a new belief system in the southern continent.

  Renekton, who was thinking, suddenly saw a lot of gray-white mist emerging around him. In these mists, there was a deep red light rising. These lights condensed into the appearance of the little sun Derrick praying:

  "Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. White Tower that I agree to the transaction with him. In addition to the food exchanged for the druid formula, if we have other needs, can we exchange it with extraordinary materials and other things?"

  Ha. A stable channel for obtaining materials has been established. Renekton sighed in his heart.

  Then he heard Little Sun Derrick begin to narrate the Druid's potion formula:

  "Main ingredients: the heart of a silver-white war bear, a complete set of the characteristics of the spirit of the lake;

  auxiliary materials: 20 ml of golden Sonia spring water, 10 ml of crown jellyfish toxin, a golden crown sunflower, a pair of silver-white war bear eyes;

  ritual: master the living habits and physical structure of three kinds of ordinary animals and three kinds of extraordinary creatures."

  Renekton wrote down all the Druid's formulas, and then prayed to ask the Fool to convey his agreement to trade grain with the City of Silver.

  Then he summoned his book messenger, waited for it to finish singing the praises to the God of Knowledge, wrote the Druid's potion formula on it, and then threw it into the spirit world.

  After sorting out his thoughts a little, he picked up the pen again and continued to write a letter to Prak Eggers:

  Dear Mr. Prak, hello!

  I'm sorry that I haven't replied to you for so long. A lot of things happened in Backlund some time ago. I think even you who are in the southern continent should have heard about it.

  During the great haze incident, I met Mr. Azik, whom you mentioned in your last letter. He didn't look very well and had forgotten many memories of the past, but he is gradually recovering them.

  I recently left Backlund and am now drifting on the sea. Perhaps I will go to the southern continent in a while.

  I don't know how your plan to develop the economy of the southern continent is going. If you don't reject the spread and popularization of knowledge, I think we will have a lot in common. I don't know what you think of   your friend, Al Tynes,

  about the problems of the southern continent colonists .   After folding the letter, Renekton simply arranged a ceremony to summon the messenger belonging to Prak Eggers.   

  The messenger who looked like a bunch of squirming water plants with arms and legs soon appeared. Those tentacles like water plants quickly twisted and entangled, forming a female figure with long hair and fluffy long skirt.

  After it lifted the hem of its skirt to salute Renekton, a crack appeared between its chest and abdomen, and an arm as pale as a corpse stretched out and took the letter from Renekton's hand.

  The messenger lady turned into squirming water plants again, and her figure quickly sank into the spirit world.

  Watching the messenger lady leave, Renekton's eyes were distant for a moment, and then returned to normal, murmuring:

  "I don't know if that Prak Eggers has the idea of ​​unifying the southern continent. I guess he doesn't. This kind of thing of establishing a country should be left to the Black Emperor."

  In the violent sea, on the White Agate.

  Klein, who had transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, quietly glanced at Danitz who was chattering in front of him. He looked around the room and finally landed on his leather suitcase. He then raised his chin in that direction and said,

  "Wash the dirty clothes inside."

  Danitz, who was speaking at length, froze in his expression. Bullshit! It's fine if I get mad at a face paralysis and a rabbit every day, but now you want me to wash your clothes!

  He felt that his reason was about to be swallowed up by the gushing anger, and he wished he could set fire to the entire ship right now.

  He stared at Gehrman's face, which was so cold that it had no expression at all. He took a breath, opened his mouth, and took another breath.

  Finally, reason overcame the anger in his heart. His flushed face softened, and he twitched his lips, but he couldn't force a smile:

  "All of them?"

  "Just the dirty ones, just brush the coat."

  Klein was almost amused by Danitz's expression management. He maintained his character and replied coldly.

  Then he turned his head to look at the desk beside him. Bugs Bunny was holding a black feather pen and constantly writing and drawing on a pale yellow paper. He didn't know where the rabbit got the paper and pen from.

  He took a deep breath, managed his expression, and asked:

  "Do you need to wash your clothes?"

  Bugs Bunny stopped writing when he heard it. He turned his head and glanced at Danitz, then looked at his high-end custom-made suit, and shook his head hesitantly:

  "No, I have a scroll for cleaning. This is a specially made suit. What if he washes it rudely?"

  Danitz, who had just managed his expression, froze again, and was distorted for a moment.

  Klein's mouth twitched, but he quickly suppressed his smile. He looked at Danitz with some sympathy. If Bugs Bunny had taken the Hunter Potion, Danitz alone could easily digest the potion at this stage.

  Calm down, don't lose control, calm down, don't lose control. Danitz kept repeating these two sentences in his mind, lowering his head and keeping his eyes away from Bugs Bunny, otherwise he would not be able to help but burn the rabbit to death.

  He gritted his teeth and walked to Gehrman Sparrow's suitcase, opened it, and took out the clothes that needed to be cleaned.

  He was busy in the bathroom when he heard the doorbell ring.

  Klein opened the door and found that it was Donna and Denton, brother and sister. He turned sideways to let the two little guys enter the room.

  Then they saw Bugs Bunny wearing a suit, a top hat, and writing with a black feather pen, and Danitz washing clothes in the bathroom.

  "What a beautiful rabbit!" Donna looked at Bugs Bunny in surprise.

  "Where's the servant?" Denton asked subconsciously while looking at Danitz. Then his eyes were also attracted by Bugs Bunny on the desk, and he no longer paid attention to Danitz who was washing clothes.

  "It's a handsome rabbit!" Bugs Bunny stood on the table, corrected with his hands on his waist.

  "It... It can talk!"

  "How amazing!"

  Donna and Denton stared with wide eyes, curious but not daring to approach.

  Seeing that Bugs Bunny did not show any disgust, Klein turned to the siblings and smiled:

  "You can go over and chat with it, but you can't touch it casually. You have to ask for its consent. This is polite!"

  "Really?"

  "Can we chat with you, handsome Mr. Rabbit?"

  Donna stared with wide eyes and asked Bugs Bunny cautiously.

  Denton also nodded and promised:

  "Yes, we won't touch it casually."

  Bugs Bunny tilted his neck, then stood up on the table. He took off his hat and saluted very skillfully, and then rubbed the brim of his hat with his paws. Fog quickly emerged in the room.

  The white mist quickly gathered together and turned into a large rabbit.

  "You guys play with it, I still have to write a letter." Chapter 270 The Immortal King

  In the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream, Edwina was introducing her collection one by one. It was a common problem for the Church of Knowledge to like to show off their collections.

  "This key is the treasure we found last time. Judging from its pattern and size, it should be a giant creation from the Second Age, but I can't be sure where it is."

  "But I have asked the crew members staying in the Gargas Islands to spread the news secretly, saying that this is the key to open an ancient ruin, and that the ruins contain many treasures."

  "This is enough to attract Admiral Blood to take risks, but it is also likely to attract other pirate generals, or even pirate kings."

  Edwina stopped in front of a huge iron-black key and introduced this collection to Renekton.

  This key is as big as a lyre, and a normal human has to hold it to move it. The whole thing is dull and has an ancient shape.

  Finally, Edwina added:

  "You can try to study it."

  Renekton chuckled and shook his head:

  "No, maybe sometime later, I will buy it from you, but for now, let it stay here."

  He looked around the collection room and soon saw what he was looking for on a table.

  A book bound with parchment, with a line of ancient Feysac language on the dark brown cover: "Groselle's Travels"

  Noticing Renekton's gaze, Edwina approached and picked up the book, smiling and introducing it:

  "It comes from a sunken ship on the seabed. It has been soaked for 165 years and is still intact."

  "It records a story. A giant named Groselle decided to go to the Frost Kingdom to hunt the 'King of the North', a powerful frost dragon. On the way, he met companions one by one, including female elves, devout ascetics, nobles of the Solomon Empire, and soldiers of Loen. The story just progressed to their face-to-face encounter with the 'King of the North' but suddenly stopped."

  "It's not that there is no sequel, but the next few pages are difficult to open in various ways. You can try it."

  As she said, she handed over the "Groselle's Travels" in her hand.

  After Renekton reached out to take it, he curiously flipped through the book that hid the "Imaginary Dragon" Angerwede Divine Kingdom.

  He flipped the book, letting the yellow-brown paper slide through page by page.

  The content inside was not much different from what Edwina described, but the plot seemed very abrupt and full of fragmentation, as if someone was constantly dragging the progress bar forward in an invisible place.

  Soon, he turned to the last few pages and found that they were indeed stuck together and could not be untied.

  Speaking of which, the God of Knowledge has already gone in to see it, why doesn't He just move the story to the end?

  Squinting his eyes slightly, a guess came to his mind. The mark left by Angerweed in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness fixed the ending of this book. Even the God of Knowledge could not directly change this ending, and could only influence it from the side?

  Edwina did not interrupt Renekton's thinking, she waited quietly for a while.

  Then Renekton handed the "Travels of Groselle" back to her. She took it and put it on the table beside her, and asked:

  "Do you have any insights on this book? I have studied it for many years, but I have not gained anything."

  Hearing this, Renekton's eyes fell on the "Travels of Groselle" again, and he reached out and tapped it lightly, then pondered and said:

  "Just looking at the content, this book should be a modern product, but it is old enough, probably an item from the late Second Age."

  Edwina nodded gently:

  "Indeed, I have done some research using some secret techniques and found that the parchment was made at least three thousand years ago, before the Great Cataclysm."

  Renekton nodded without comment, and then said with emotion:

  "This book, which has been circulated in the hands of one holder after another, records people from different eras. It gives people a very ancient sense of ritual, as if waiting for an opportunity."

  "It is likely that the audience has passed through the things or arrangements left by the high-ranking strong. They can influence the development of events by influencing the deep sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, making things weird and reasonable."

  "Captain! We found the Undead King's 'Death Announcement'!"

  Renekton's words were interrupted by the first mate Blue Walls who suddenly broke in. He quickly recounted the current situation and then glared at Renekton who was in the captain's room in the iceberg.

  "Undead King?" Edwina frowned slightly, then picked up a monocular telescope from the table beside her and walked out of the captain's room.

  The next moment, Renekton's figure suddenly faded and disappeared in the captain's room.

  When he reappeared, he had come to the front side of the Golden Dream.

  The boatswain Daniels and the third mate Jorden were also here. They each held a monocular telescope that had been obviously modified in their hands, observing the situation in the surrounding sea.

  With a craftsman on board, all kinds of magical items and tools are really available.

  Renekton sighed in his heart and then retracted his gaze.

  He frowned slightly and looked at the sea in front of him. There was a black shadow approaching rapidly, but the distance was still far away, and the specific situation of the ship could not be identified by the naked eye.

  "On the sea, the naked eye is easily deceived, see!"     Jodson explained in a not-so-friendly tone, and then he handed over the monocular telescope in his hand.

  Renekton glanced at the former playboy. He was quite easy to get along with when it didn't involve Vice Admiral Iceberg.

  Then he shook his head slightly and explained:

  "No, things that appear in my field of vision will not become blurred due to distance."

  The next moment, a purple light flashed in his eyes, and his vision easily penetrated the obstacles of space and saw the situation of the "Death Announcement" in the distance .

  It was a sailing ship with a length of nearly 200 meters, with high front and back tilted high, and the whole looked like a crescent moon.

  Its surface was painted black, and the cannons on the side of the ship were staggered in three rows, orderly up and down. The part protruding from the deck, except for the mast, was also tall and huge, at least equivalent to a five-story house.

  There was only one sail, on which a black tombstone was painted.

  There were not too many crew members on the ship. In Renekton's sight, they had a deep connection with the "Death Announcement" under their feet, more like an extension of the "Death Announcement".

  Woo~ Woo~~

  There was an illusory, ethereal sound in Renekton's mind, full of filth, depravity, and malice.

  The Death Announcement tried to follow Renekton's gaze to establish a connection with him and exert influence.

  Renekton quickly retracted his gaze and cut off the connection between himself and the Death Announcement.

  He breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned slightly and murmured:

  "That ship is a Sequence 3 Whisperer. It's a bit troublesome to deal with it. Fortunately, the Undead King controlled by it can only exert the strength of Sequence 4."

  "What do you mean it can only exert the strength of Sequence 4? At Sequence 4, you are already a half-human, half-god existence!"

  Johnson on the side glanced at Renekton suspiciously. He felt that what this guy said just now was just bragging, but it also felt that it was a bit true. Renekton ignored

  Johnson who was still struggling with his own strength. He turned his eyes and looked at the sea casually.

  His eyes suddenly became deep, covered with a layer of grayish white.

  The world in his vision changed. In the long river of countless silver-white threads, he cast his eyes on the somewhat transparent and illusory future.

  Relying on his connection with the Golden Dream, he looked deeply at the upcoming future, where many complicated destinies intersected.

  After a moment, his eyes became clear again, but his brows were a little solemn.

  Senior did not choose to let the people of the Rose School come to help, but chose to confuse the news released by Edwina, so that more pirates would be attracted. It was not a surprising development. After

  thinking for a moment, Renekton's mouth curled up a smile, he turned around and took a step, and the next moment, his figure disappeared on the deck.

  "Why is this guy always elusive?"

  Yodson complained to Daniels beside him.

  Daniels nodded in agreement, and then asked,

  "Why don't you steal his extraordinary ability of teleportation?"

  If I had this ability, I would have been the first mate of the Golden Dream. Johnson rolled his eyes at Daniels beside him and said nothing.

  Beside Edwina, Renekton suddenly appeared.

  "Senior has done some publicity for the news you released. Now the Golden Dream has attracted the attention of many guys, and the 'Death Announcement' is just the most blatant one among them."

  Edwina nodded with a serious expression in response:

  "This is foreseeable. What are you going to do?"

  Renekton raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a smile:

  "Change course and directly confront the 'Death Announcement'. In a demigod-level battlefield, those ordinary pirates who approach because of greed will retreat on their own."

  "But, this is the best opportunity for Senior as a pirate general to act."

  Edwina frowned slightly and said:

  "The risk is very high. You need to be able to completely contain the 'Death Announcement' and come back to support at the critical moment."

  "Also, Senior may not intervene in our conflict with the Undead King as you think."

  Renekton raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently:

  "Lucky people are always a little blind."

  "Also, I am familiar with the abilities of the Sun Domain and the Gate Path."

  "The key is, as a devotee of knowledge, I can always ask for help!"

  Edwina was silent for a moment, and after a little hesitation, she nodded and agreed to the plan.

  Then she used the secret technique to spread her voice to the entire Golden Dream:

  "Change course, target: 'Death'!"