The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

The sun had completely set, but Robin still hadn't waited for Fizz to come back, and he was very worried about Fitz's safety.

After eating a sea fish that he had grilled himself, Robin sat by the fire, wearing a coat, waiting for his companions to return. He did not enter the lighthouse to rest for a while.

The fishy and salty sea breeze carried the broken waves and smashed them against the rocks, making a dull roar. In the thick night, the moonlight, which was bitten by the dark clouds, could barely outline the hideous contours of the coastline.

"Something is coming ashore," Robin heard the irregular sound of the sea water and immediately stood up from the fire to check the beach by the light of the fire.

A huge black shadow emerged from the sea, and a mountain-like existence broke out of the sea. It was the scales of a sea king, glowing with a damp and cold phosphorescence under the faint firelight.

It rushed onto the beach without warning, and its upper body, like a giant ship out of control, crashed into the rugged reefs on the shore.

Its sturdy trunk smashed into the rock like a battering ram, and with a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the reef burst into countless sharp fractures, leaving only blood marks on its slimy skin.

More bodies were still emerging from the sea, their bellies rubbing against the sharp rocks, making the scraping sound of flesh being torn apart.

Blood mixed with sea water oozed out of the wound, forming a stream meandering on the beach. It seemed to feel no pain, and its huge body continued to roll forward under inertia, smashing the rocks blocking its way into pieces.

Robin didn't understand why the sea kings went crazy. Instead of staying in the sea, they suddenly wanted to go ashore. Facing the unknown, they had to save themselves, so they stepped back and moved closer to the lighthouse.

Finally, less than a hundred meters away from Robin, the sea king stopped and its huge head drooped.

His scarlet pupils stared at the sky in the darkness, and a low roar of unwillingness came from his throat, causing the gravel on the shore to jump up and down.

The next moment, a harpoon pierced the fish's belly, creating a skylight in the sea king's body. A familiar little figure, covered with a strange liquid, crawled out of the fish's belly.

"Robin, I'm back, and I've already copied the historical text." The little fishman stood on the sea king, and now he is the hero of women.

Fitz took out a sea fish from the belly of the sea king, pried open the fish's mouth with the trident in his hand, and took out the rubbing paper that he had painstakingly made in the sea from the fish's mouth.

Robin walked up to the little fishman and didn't pay attention to the content of the historical text at first. The woman was concerned about her partner's body, and Fitz was covered with smelly mucus.

Some of the stains looked like blood but not quite. Robin couldn't tell whether Fitz was injured or not, so he asked with concern, "Are you injured during this trip to the sea? Do you need me to bandage your wound?"

Fitz moved his body beside the woman and didn't notice any wounds. After handing the rubbing paper to Robin, the little fishman jumped into the sea to wash his body.

It took the little fish several minutes to wash off the stains on his body, which were mixed with blood and gastric juice. He had a wonderful adventure in the stomach of the sea king and was almost digested by the sea king.

Fitz washed his body and weapons and returned to shore. Robin had returned to the lighthouse to get him a clean towel. At the woman's strong request, Fitz could only stand still and let his companions help him dry his body.

Fitz is shorter than the average murloc. He has been an adult for a long time, but he still hasn't grown taller. The stereotypes humans have about murlocs do not apply to Fitz.

Robin used a towel to dry Fizz's body, just like wiping a pet. Fitz was not as tall as Robin's legs, so he could only squat down to help wipe it.

During the process, I paid attention to its body. As Fitz said, there were no obvious external injuries on the surface of its body. "How could you run into the stomach of a sea king? You came back so late, I was really worried that something might happen to you!"

Fitz grinned and began to smile foolishly. This trip to the seabed was a bit unlucky. Relying on vague memories, he was searching for the underwater temple under the deep sea, and the patrol process was delayed for a long time.

When we rediscovered the underwater temple, we discovered that it had become the residence of sea kings, with many huge marine creatures roaming around here.

The little fishman could only use the slightest movements to find the historical text soaked in the sea. The words on the stone were covered by some algae and stains, and it took some time to clean the surface of the historical text.

Fortunately, the rubbing work went smoothly without any mistakes. When the little fishman wanted to return along the same route, he was unfortunately swallowed by a passing sea king.

Fitz went down the throat of the sea king creature and into its stomach. Many sea fish came in with him. The sea king creature treated the short Fitz as a catch and swallowed and digested it together.

Find a complete sea fish in the stomach of a sea king and stuff the rubbing paper into the fish's mouth. The rubbing paper itself is waterproof and moisture-proof, so the worry is that it will be torn and damaged from the outside, so it is safest to put it in the fish's belly.

Using his trident as a support point, Fizz crawled out of the stomach of the Sea King and wreaked havoc inside the big guy's body, forcing the Sea King to move in the direction Fitz said.

Aquatics are huge marine creatures that look stupid, but they can communicate with each other and have a certain degree of intelligence. Fitz can understand the language of aquatics.

Robin witnessed what happened afterwards. Fitz forced the sea kings to run aground, and their bodies died on the shore under the heavy burden. The little fishman opened a hole in their stomachs and appeared in front of the woman.

Robin had already prepared grilled fish for the little murloc. Fitz sat by the fire and ate the sea fish grilled by the woman herself, which was considered a reward for his adventure.

"Robin, can you understand these strange words? Is the content of the rubbing important?" The little fish man sensed the woman's mood change. Ever since Robin returned to the fire, using the faint light to decipher the content, he had been silent and frowning.

After Fitz finished eating the fifth grilled fish and burped, Robin reluctantly put away the rubbing paper and put it close to his clothes, as if it was a treasure that he could not leave for a moment.

"The content above is very simple. It tells the story of the last place where the sea tribe's sacred object, the Trident of Poseidon, was stored by the last Poseidon who was in power in the ocean empire Atlantis." Robin finally knew today that the six-armed Naga elder was not lying.

If you want to find the whereabouts of the Trident of Poseidon, you really need to understand the historical text. Due to the many interruptions in history and culture, the dusty historical text has been on the seabed.

It was not until the generation of Robin and Fitz that the Atlantis Empire, which had never been heard of, completely disappeared, and the news of Poseidon's Trident came to light again.

History played a big joke on the Atlantis Empire. The last sea god believed in the wisdom of future generations, but he didn't expect that they would be so corrupt.

The once prosperous sea tribes have completely withdrawn from the stage of history. The remaining tribes can only hide in the deep sea and dare not go ashore easily.

Humanity's slave trade with the sea people has never stopped since the moment humanity became strong.

The sea people want to restore their past glory, but the hope is slim to zero. The entire human race will not tolerate the revival of a new ocean empire.

The coexistence of humans and sea creatures is the limit of what some kind-hearted humans can tolerate.