Chapter 167 Bad Luck

The sea at night is deep blue and almost black, dyed with a touch of crimson, and is a bit more calm and quiet than during the day.

The "Blue Avenger" is gently rising and falling with the waves, like a ghostly shadow, sailing towards the location of the red moon.

Alger Wilson stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the waves in the distance. He was calm on the surface, but there was uncontrollable tension in his heart.

After all, no matter how many backup plans he prepared, he was about to face the main force of the navy of a powerful country... He had no guarantee that he would survive tomorrow's battle.

"I hope Mr. Fool will bless you and everything will go well..."

As soon as Alger thought of this, there were rapid footsteps behind him. He didn't need to look back to know that the sound came from the newly equipped liaison officer on the ship.

After all, other sailors who have been at sea all year round will not wear such hard-soled leather shoes that can make a clanging sound on the deck.

"Captain, we just received a message from the Holy Church, asking us to return immediately!" the liaison officer said quickly, holding a translation of the telegram.

——Due to the special nature of this mission, the privateers attacking the port are equipped with a radio station and a liaison officer. After all, these affiliated forces cannot act together blatantly and can only operate outside Fusac's port. gathering, so staying in touch becomes a top priority.

"Return?" Hearing these words, Alger frowned, not showing it on the surface, but in his heart he was already filled with turmoil:

Could it be that... "The World" has already succeeded? But that is a military port. Without the harassment of "cannon fodder" like us, the "world" alone may not be able to steal the sea monster so easily...

Did Mr. Fool provide help? After taking back the authority of the sea, He is more like a sea god than Kavitua, and his power is no longer limited to the Rhoside Islands!

While making random guesses, Alger took the telegram from the liaison officer. After scanning it for a few times, he found that it only contained a simple line of orders and no more information.

After thinking for a moment, Alger called his adjutant, and after showing the telegram from the church, announced the "return".

The crew members cheered immediately. After all, everyone knew how dangerous this mission was, and now they no longer had to risk their lives, so they were naturally happy.

But there are also a few people who stood there after being excited, because they borrowed loan sharks before departure and enjoyed it for several days. They thought they would not have to care about their creditors after they died, but now they have to face the cruel "reality".

Alger ignored the joys and sorrows of the sailors. He went straight back to the captain's cabin, sealed the room with his spirituality, and then prayed devoutly:

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era..."

Immediately afterwards, Alger's expression gradually became dull, and after a long while he murmured:

"Encountered an ambush by an angel...

"But it still worked...

"Do I need to pay more?"

At the same time, on board the "Trident".

Klein, who was about to "teleport" away with the ice cube with "strawberry" sealed on it, also heard Abner's "deliberate" instructions:

"Don't forget the donation of thirty thousand pounds."

Klein paused as he took out the "Endless Teleportation Book", but in order to maintain Gehrman's character, he nodded "indifferently" to show that he understood.

Only Miss Sharon, who was attached to him, felt Sherlock's stiffness at this moment.

…

In Silver City, lightning pierced the sky and lit up all the streets.

Derrick Berg walked out of his house, held the hurricane ax and headed towards the Twin Towers in the north of the city.

Along the way, he met many residents of Silver City. Some of them were busy, some were sending their children to receive general education, and some were in small groups, patrolling every corner to prevent accidents. He died at home and was not killed by his loved ones, turning into a terrifying evil spirit.

The existence of these people made Silver City seem very lively, and Derrick could occasionally hear the joy and laughter of children.

He couldn't help but recall his previous life in the afternoon town camp. He could only meet a dozen or twenty humans every day. Most of the time, he had to stay in a sturdy but cramped building, and the outside was silent and hiding in the darkness. Due to the monsters in the house, they were cleaned up again and again, and they appeared out of nowhere again and again, making every member of the exploration team feel a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts. It seemed that they could not get real answers no matter what. Safety is never something you can rest assured. You must try your best at all times without slacking off in the slightest.

Fortunately, Silver City has a mature rotation system. Derrick had returned with the first exploration team a few days ago, but was inevitably isolated and was not released until today.

After a few days of rest, he felt that his mental state was at its best and he could take the magic potion and be promoted to "notary public".

As for the main ingredients of the potion, one of them has been obtained from the three-party transaction with Mr. "Tower" and Mr. "Moon", while the other extraordinary material - the tail feather of the spirit bird, was obtained by "Chief" Colin ·The Iliad special grant can be obtained from the treasure house in Silver City.

After being promoted, I will be qualified to choose a non-high-sequence magical item... Derrick thought with a hint of longing, quickened his pace, and arrived at the Twin Towers in the north of the city.

Although the material warehouse and magical items are all in the round tower and are watched by the "Six-person Council", Derrick's destination is the spire because there is a merit exchange point here.

Just as he was about to enter the steeple, his inspiration suddenly struck him. He subconsciously looked up at the upper floors of the round tower and saw a woman wearing a purple-striped black robe standing behind the window, looking down at him.

The other party has silver-gray curly hair, light gray eyes and a gorgeous face. She is none other than "Shepherd" Lovia, a member of the "Six-person Council"!

When the two people's eyes came into contact, Lovia's eyes seemed to pierce through the soul. However, her expression did not change at all, and she even nodded slightly, as if to say hello.

She wasn't greeting me, she was greeting the person behind me... Suddenly, Derrick realized something.

This stems from the experience he gradually accumulated under the guidance of everyone in the Tarot Club.

He nodded in response, and just as he was about to look away, Elder Lovia's voice suddenly came to his ears:

"I need you to say something to Mr. Tower and ask him, 'Do you still remember the promise you made 203 years ago?'"

…

Sunday evening.

Backlund, in the villa at No. 28 Jinster Street.

After a day of "education", Abner finally established rules with the scepter that contained the characteristics of the "Mother of Desolation" and made its eating "regular."

As the "creator" of the scepter, this should not be difficult, but because Abner is currently in "bad luck", and affected by this, the "scepter" has also happened to enter the "rebellious" stage of "humanity" , so more energy was spent.

The reason why Abner has "bad luck" is because in his previous battle with the "Glory One", he used the uniqueness of the "Wheel of Fortune" to force the opponent to roll a 1 point, so he will naturally be affected. The backlash.

Just "bad luck" rather than "bad luck" or "bad luck" is already a good outcome.

But even so, the time for Abner, who has completely digested the "Prophet" to become the Sequence 3 "Insighter", has to be postponed. After all, taking magic potion is very risky. When you have "bad luck" Advanced is not appropriate.

"Fortunately, this 'bad luck' will only last for a week and will not affect major events..."

"But I'd better go out as little as possible this week and just stay at home and study the forms of mythical creatures. It just so happens that my understanding of the incomplete mythological forms of the two 'feminine' pathways, 'cultivator' and 'witch', is still poor. a little."

As soon as Abner thought of this, he heard a knock on the door, and then the butler he hired sent an invitation letter to him.

The invitation comes from Earl Hall's eldest son Hilbert, inviting him to attend the dance held at Hall's house tomorrow night.

"Okay... I wonder what interesting things will happen at this dance when 'bad luck' is added to 'disaster'?"

Abner, who was holding a beautiful invitation, couldn't help but complain.

…

At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday, in the ancient palace above the gray fog, as streaks of crimson light appeared on both sides of the long table, a new Tarot session began.

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