Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 194 Sea of ​​Gods
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Emlyn was not afraid when he heard Leonard Mitchell's invitation. He walked into the house calmly with a silk hat and a faint smile on his face.

He did not take off his coat, because the "Potions Professor" always carried a lot of auxiliary items with him, which would not look so good without the covering.

Emlyn sat down in his neat tuxedo, leaning his back against the support, and spoke leisurely:

"Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. If you have it, just quote the price. If you don't have it, just be honest."

"Of course, I'm pretty sure you do."

He chuckled, his bright red eyes reflecting Leonard Mitchell's lack of concern for the neatness of his clothes.

This kind of situation where I know your secrets and you know nothing about me makes Emlyn feel comfortable and superior.

Leonard combed his black hair with his fingers, sat casually on the chair opposite, and said with a smile without any panic or doubt:

"At least I have to know who wants it."

"Maybe it's me, maybe it's my friend." Emlyn raised his chin slightly and smiled elegantly.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed:
"Well, since you have come here with this badge, I will answer you honestly."

"I do have a magical item that can steal other people's extraordinary abilities, but there is only one."

"If you want to buy it, it's 7000 pounds, no bargaining accepted."

7000 pounds? Such magical items are so expensive? Although he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still shocked and almost lost his vampire demeanor.

In his mind, he had automatically converted the money into a certain number of dolls and a certain number of doll clothes.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said, "I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."

"Okay." Leonard Mitchell curled the corners of his mouth.

After leaving the house at 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn hired a horse-drawn carriage to go to the steam subway station in the North District as if nothing had happened, and returned all the way to the South District of the Bridge.

Taking off his hat, Emlyn looked back at the carriage driving through the busy streets, chuckled, and walked into the Harvest Church.

Between a roadside tree and an iron-black gas lamp pole, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly floated, and Leonard Mitchell with black hair and green eyes emerged.

He appeared silently and did not attract the attention of any passers-by.

"Someone from the Church of Mother Earth?" Leonard frowned slightly and spoke as if talking to himself.

He paused for two seconds and left Rose Street where the Harvest Church was located.

After a while.

"7000 pounds? Why doesn't he just go and rob?" Klein almost blurted out after hearing the report from Emlyn the Moon above the gray fog.

Based on the bounty offered by the third mate of the Golden Dream, "Flower Tie" Johnson, Klein estimated that the price of such a magical item would be around 5000 pounds, and even with a premium, it would be at most 6000 pounds. Who would have thought that Leonard Mitchell would directly offer 7000 pounds!
Seven thousand pounds for the extraordinary items, plus another 500 pounds for Emlyn the Moon!
Could it be an item left behind by a higher sequence, and stealing other people's extraordinary abilities is just one of its effects? No, if that's the case, the price must start at 1 pounds... Poet, why didn't I know you were a profiteer before? You acted very carefree and didn't care much about money... Klein couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Now that there are clues and hope, and the problem can be solved with money, Klein doesn't want to seek other channels to avoid any accidents.

He quickly calculated his own net worth and found that this was a price he could afford:

"Darkwill actually found me and asked me to escort him to another island. After adding the commission of 300 pounds he paid in advance and my savings, minus the 200 pounds paid to Miss Magician, I now have a total of 8467 pounds in banknotes and 5 gold coins, not counting the 3 soli and 8 pence in change."

"I am much richer than I thought. Even in Backlund, I can be considered a wealthy man."

"Also, Miss Justice will pay off the previous 2000 pounds this week, so I can make ends meet. It's a pity that I didn't find a replacement this time, otherwise I could have added the 'psychologist' trait that Miss Justice needs."

Klein took a deep breath and held back the pain of the heavy bleeding.

He no longer hesitated and let the banknotes fly over the top of the pile of junk and land on the table.

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Weather: Thunderstorm turning cloudy.

Geographical location: Not on the map.

Distance to nearest island: Unknown.

Status: Lost.

This was the third time that Agaritu had picked up the map to check the direction today. The compass had lost its function after entering the God War Ruins. He seemed to see a long string of words such as "Cannot navigate ahead" and "Not high enough level, the map ahead is not open yet" floating in the sky in the distance.

Perhaps due to the spiritual influence of the goddess of night, the stars in this area of ​​the sky are disordered and do not correspond to the astrology required for navigation at all.

The spiritual power was surprisingly active, and unstable spiritual gaps appeared in many places. There were even some shallow overlaps between the illusion of the astral world and the real sky outside. He exploded twice last night because he was not careful enough in stargazing, but fortunately he was not contaminated too much.

The power of many gods flows extremely unsteadily in these ruins, with inaudible whispers, countless extraordinary characteristics and visions caused by spiritual relics.

The rituals here will be affected, and chanting the names of gods or even some honorific names may cause a reaction from the remaining forces.

Therefore, blood sacrifices seem unnecessary, difficult to offer sacrifices to specific great beings, and difficult to stabilize spiritual channels.

Of course. As a spirit of a great being, he had an inside line to contact Edward, but the signal from the inside line was delayed and lost because the power of the gods was too mixed. Once, he almost triggered the residual power of the "bound god" who was here for some reason, and was tied up and turned into a demon mummy on the spot. It took a lot of effort to change back.

The connection with his original body made him immune to most of the mumbling, but he still had to deal with the pollution in his immediate environment by himself.

The method of dealing with it is actually very simple, just let the body die completely once.

The power of the Bound God appeared here, proving that He also participated in that battle? It was too long ago, I don't remember clearly.

After reshaping his brain twice, he was a little unsure whether what he saw was real and whether the direction was still east, so he chose to ask the Death Announcement. The Death Announcement confirmed that they were indeed still sailing eastward, but the speed became slower after entering the Sea of ​​Gods, and coupled with various negative influences, they would continue to have hallucinations and make misjudgments.

"I just lost control for one night, and you guys don't seem to have moved since."

"We are moving forward, we are moving forward, we have sailed two meters!"

Agaritu looked at the grape eyes and vine mouths growing on the deck of the "Death Announcement" and couldn't help asking, "Do you really think you are awake now?" The vines that formed a circle opened and closed and said, "I think my mind is quite normal, but I am just a ship. Why don't you ask someone else?"
All right, Agaritu said, and burned the vines and grapes, but they soon grew again.

He went upstairs and onto the deck, where he saw all kinds of crops growing around the mast, sides and sails. The deck looked like a plantation, and a few slaves and crew members, who had been sucked dry, were hung in a crisscross pattern on the vines, reminiscent of insects on a spider web.

There was no sun or moon in the sky, and there were only clouds except for the random stars that seemed to be thrown up at random. The whole sky was like a dark oil painting with heavy brushstrokes, very freehand, and the only highlight was the white transparent area in the clouds. The captain was not surprised by this scene. He walked around Crew No. 1, who had converted to someone but was praying loudly and talking nonsense, and stepped over Crew Nos. 2, 3, 4, and 5, who were lying on the ground. A figure suddenly appeared behind him and said to him loudly:

"captain!"

Agaritu turned his head and saw that his second mate's eyes were bloodshot, and he was surrounded by dark spirituality. He looked abnormally excited.

"what's up?"

Gilchies had a ferocious smile on his face: "Where are we going next?"

"Continue to the east." Agaritu perfunctorily replied to the not-so-intelligent crew, "The Land Forsaken by God."

"Captain, your chart must be wrong. The East Continent and the West Continent are just legends! How can a mysterious place that all the major churches cannot find really exist? I guess you are looking for the Lost Abyss, but you are lost!" Gilchies looked confused and babbled. "You gave up looking for the 'Sunken Laurel' halfway and didn't pursue the legacy of the Balam Empire. Are you really afraid of those people in the Spiritual Church? The 'Messenger of Death' last time was just a demigod, not as good as the great 'Death Announcement'! Captain, you are a coward. You are no longer suitable to be the spokesperson for the 'Death Announcement'. Let me take over!"

"The great 'Death Call'! I am your most loyal one..."

boom!
Agaritu sent him flying with a straight punch, hitting the bridge of Gilchias' nose, who was still talking nonstop. Gilchias' face was punched into a funnel, and his body rolled out and crashed into the cabin. A few seconds later, the Death Announcement repaired itself and patched up the broken planks, and the noisiest crew member on the ship finally quieted down for a while.

He turned around and began to look for other crew members with whom he could communicate. He saw that the crew member who was praying madly just now had turned into a morning glory frame, taking root on the deck in a kneeling position, with green vines entwined all over his body and a huge morning glory on his head.

Agaritu kicked him, and the morning glory trembled and turned around, revealing a face with eyes rolled up and foam coming out of the mouth. On the face remained a strange smile like a person poisoned by nerves, and slowly uttered:

"Hello……"

"I wanted to see who you were praying to just now. Now I know." Agaritu stretched out his hand and pulled the morning glory off. The crew member's head was also picked off and rolled from the pistil to the deck. After rolling on the ground for a few rounds, new tender green tentacles emerged from the seven orifices, and soon turned the crew member's head into a new ecological flower mud.

"Is this the remaining spiritually active sea area of ​​Mother Earth? I remember I was in the storm area before I lost control."

"The remaining spirituality in the Sea of ​​Gods is in a mess. Maybe they accidentally triggered the spirituality of the earth..."

He moved a table, found a flat surface, and put the simple nautical chart he had drawn for several days on it. He listened carefully, and then a muffled sound came from his head, and blood flowed from his ears and eyes.

The sound of a huge heartbeat suddenly rushed into his mind, literally rushed in!
Boom!Boom!
Heartbeats of the same frequency were also heard on the ship, coming from the crew members who were sleeping to escape reality. Their heartbeats of different speeds gradually converged towards that huge heartbeat, and finally completely merged into it!
dong dong!dong dong!
"Four hundred meters to the left is the body part of a mythical creature."

"What is it saying...?"

Agaritu released his spirit and listened carefully for a while, then bean vines grew out of his eye sockets, and bloody wheat ears grew out of his ears, and he instantly turned into a rich sculpture. The sculpture raised an arm full of flowers and fruits and grabbed the wheat ears, but after thinking about it, he still didn't reach out to pull them out, because it would probably pull out his brain in strips.

The pores and blood vessels were clogged with vines, the roots penetrated the flesh, and in the center of the open flowers dangled a mouth full of sharp teeth, with a roving eye in the middle.

This brought great pain, but Agaritu temporarily isolated himself from the pain and continued to listen intently to the whispers that accompanied his heartbeat.

"Praise the great Ou…Mi…Harvest…Bella?"

The god of harvest? The ruins of the war between gods along the coast of the East Continent were created by the battle in which the Creator got rid of the original consciousness. The god of harvest during the Creator's time was... Omibella? I don't remember much. What's the name of the current Mother Earth Goddess?

He drew a circle and made a mark on the nautical chart, and saw various symbols written in the circles and squares in all directions.

"So, when we get here, no one can sleep, and those who are awake cannot listen..."

Just as he finished writing this sentence, Agaritu heard some movement behind him. He saw that the crew members No. 2, 3, 4 and 5 who were sleeping on the deck gradually collapsed into brown-green mud, and then merged together to become a huge monster. The monster's head, shoulders and abdomen were still surging, and the painful faces of three of them emerged, and their mouths were still trembling!
"praise……"

"Praise you..."

"great……"

"of……"

Before these human faces could finish a complete compliment, a huge blue flame rose from the Death Announcement, enveloping the entire flagship, carefully burning everything on it. The flower mud monster was burned dry of all moisture and became a rigid solid, turning into a strange and terrifying statue, slowly precipitating a low-sequence property. The plants and crops on Agaritu's body were burned into bloody ashes, falling down one after another, taking the pain with them.

The flames blocked out the inaudible whispers and took away the life of the plants, burning the corpses and the plants wrapped around the hull to ashes.

The Death Announcement finally gained its freedom and, following spiritual guidance, continued sailing to the east towards potentially safe waters.

After being away from the terrifying heartbeat and the overly rich seawater, the ship finally welcomed a certain degree of silence. There were still dozens of crew members accompanying them. These fragile low-sequence strongmen and ordinary people were used to test the dangerous canaries. This time, no one was brought along except the crew on the flagship. Even the first mate stayed on the base island to look after the house.

Away from the rich spirituality, the flames gradually died down, and the mist flowing in the sea of ​​gods and the seemingly calm sea appeared in Agaritu's eyes. He looked at the mist for a while and felt that it seemed to be the product of the "Hunter" path.

"In the Sea of ​​Gods, it's not the demigods that are dangerous, it's the demigods that are more dangerous."

The gray fog was most likely the "fog of war" at the "weather wizard" level, isolating exploration and divination. But now it was drifting aimlessly on the sea in the form of residual spirituality. Once it entered, it might be captured and become part of the fog.

Fog, nameless ships, classic components of maritime horror tales.

Agaritu turned the boat around and narrowly passed by the flowing mist.

As he was floating, he suddenly squinted his eyes and saw another ship appearing in the distance ahead.

A large sailing ship carrying about 100 people, without a flag, and no identification marks on the bow, the crew dressed like adventurers rather than sailors. But the ship was bustling with people coming and going.

The demigod's eyesight was obviously better, and he was sure that the people on the ship had not seen him yet.

A gun muzzle on the side of the "Death Announcement" was lifted up, and the shell automatically rolled into the barrel. The fuse was ignited, and the cannon was fired after a loud bang.

Agaritu stared at the ship that suddenly appeared. More than ten seconds later, the ship was hit by a cannonball and shook violently, and a burst of fire broke out.

"Not an illusion."

"No high sequence, nor an organization, treasure hunter?"

Although the shell just fired was an ordinary one without any spiritual power, the people on the ship were still caught off guard by the sudden attack. They ran around to repair the damaged deck shell, and someone immediately set up a telescope to see where the attack came from.

"My God!"

On the treasure hunter's boat, the blond hunter who had been staring with wide eyes for a long time suddenly threw away the telescope and shouted, "It's the death signal!"

"Everyone can collect their own discount coupons for coffins!"

TBC
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An ordinary handsome hunter.

(End of this chapter)