Chapter 581, Araby Djinn

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"I used to be a pirate, but now, I am the emir of Araby." The golden mage Karim told his story, his tone was dull, as if he was telling something completely irrelevant to himself: "I I was born in Araby, that's right, the country that was destroyed by Britannia and the Empire during the Red Flame Crusade, and now there are only a few scattered tribes left there. I was born there, and I awakened my magical talent when I was a child .”

"Then, as in the clichéd tales, a powerful genie, who amassed untold wealth during decades of ocean voyages, while exploring together, disregarded the ancient fables , entered the fabled ship cemetery, and stole a great deal of cursed wealth."

"As he grew older and richer in gold and silver, the lure of robbery at sea gave way to a longing for the shores of his homeland, where a city in flames awaited him. , the clues point to the Burial Ship Cemetery, the legendary undead pirate, the owner of the Burial Ship Cemetery, Count Noctilus' revenge is coming."

"He lost his family and everything, and he chose revenge in anger. He made a wish to the lamp god, and at the cost of his own soul, he gained great power, but even though he had a large number of excellent crew and sailors , his flagship, the Burning Scimitar, was enough to defeat the high elves' ocean-going giants, but he still failed, he was deprived of one eye, and barely escaped from the ship cemetery with the remnants of his defeated soldiers."

Fulgan understood: "You want revenge? You want me and my people to drive into the funeral ship cemetery to die for you?"

"No, my conditions are not that harsh." Golden Mage Karim shook his head: "I once led the Arabian fleet composed of more than 30 giant ships into the Burial Ship Cemetery, but it still failed miserably. Now I only have My flagship burning scimitar, are you an idiot? Or am I an idiot?"

"Then what is your condition?" Angron yelled dissatisfiedly: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, don't say half like this and leave half!"

"My condition is that Earl Noctilus will not stay in the ship cemetery forever. If one day we find an opportunity, Lord Fulgan Legion, I want you to help me completely kill this vampire Pirates!" Master Jin finally showed an angry expression: "Pay attention, what I said is the right opportunity, if you promise me, I will join you with my subordinates, and I can pledge my allegiance to you."

Fulgan did not agree as easily as Karim imagined. He pondered for a few seconds and asked suddenly: "So, what is the soul you mentioned earlier? What is the equivalent exchange? Why do you say that my soul is more expensive than that one?" Are the Tyrells nice? You play with souls?"

"I don't play with the soul." The Arabi said coldly: "I made a wish to the lamp god. This wish is fair. I exchanged my soul for a powerful force. The lamp god is fair. We once made a promise,

It would give me my soul back if I could replace it with a better, more worthy one. "

"Very good, no wonder, you are interested in other people's souls." Fulgan understood: "This is also one of the reasons why you openly recruit partners in Miragliano, you are so cruel."

"If you can find a more valuable soul, then why not? If you can find a more valuable partner, then why not?" Master Jin said flatly, and he even felt a little regretful: "The only troublesome thing is to deal with the garbage , just like that Tyrell, who can neither be my partner nor a more valuable soul, I have dealt with a lot of such rubbish."

"You are so cruel, you killed them all?" Angron immediately realized that the Arabi had committed a serious crime.

"Garbage should also be sorted. If that Tyrell hadn't coveted the secrets of the lamp god too much and tried to climb over the wall to make a wish, I wouldn't order him to be executed. I used to be a pirate, but that was a long time ago." Golden Mage Karim shook his head: "The loser's soul will be weighed in a section of the scale to check whether the exchange conditions are met. Unfortunately, none of them are met. I will use the soul of that vampire pirate to exchange for mine! "

"Deng Shen can really grant all wishes?" Fulgrim continued to ask.

"Do you want to make a wish? You can try it. In theory, yes, but you must remember that the lamp god also obeys the principle of equivalent exchange. You can try to make a wish that is terrible enough, and then see what you want for it." How much did you pay for it?" Karim looked at Forgen: "Want to try it? Remember, once you make a wish, you cannot go back on it and cannot deny it, but the god of the lamp is always fair, like me, if you can Give it a higher price and you can get what's yours back."

Is this the essence of the lamp god? Forgan understood.

Angron was still confused.

"Vampire pirates... I have fought against them. There is a place in Lustria called the Vampire Coast, where a group of undead are entrenched." Fulgan was thoughtful: "Luther Harken? He and Hua Hua The lord fought, and he fought me."

"The ending?" Master Jin became a little interested.

"I defeated him, but in the absence of a navy, no one dared to fight him on the Vampire Coast." Forgan shook his head: "The naval guns of his undead fleet are too powerful. Dare to get close to the coast, otherwise we will be overwhelmed by the firepower of naval guns."

"Very well, Luther Harken, I know him, it seems that joining you is the right decision, then... happy cooperation!" Karim stretched out his hand towards Fulgrim.

"Happy cooperation!" Fulgan hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his hand.

A covenant was signed in front of the two of them. Master Jin knelt in front of Fulgan, offered his burning scimitar, and swore allegiance to him in the name of the lamp god.

His command included 300 Arabi guards, 300 Arabi archers, 200 Arabi camel cavalry and 100 Arabi knights, in addition to a large number of sailors and servants.

Fulgrim graciously returned Mage Gold's burning scimitar, and the covenant was complete.

Master Jin generously gave Fulgan a pure-blood elven horse captured in the war as a substitute for transportation, and Fulgrim accepted it without hesitation. Angron was envious for a while, because only pure-blood elven horses could carry him. It is difficult for a knight weighing hundreds of pounds to sprint back and forth easily to feel tired.

Despite having the Hippogryph, Angron still hopes to have his own pure-blooded elf horse, because the Hippogryph has too many goals, and it is really not convenient to walk on the road. To put it simply, the pure-blooded elf horse A luxury car, a Hippogryph a tank.

With Angron's pride, he was definitely unwilling to put down his face and ask Ryan for it, because Ryan didn't even have a few horses.

At night, the summer night sky is full of stars, and the white Milky Way lies quietly on the blue sky. The brilliant stars flicker in the Milky Way, like countless beacon lights floating on the river, it is so colorful, so beautiful and so full of mystery, but it is also so cold and ruthless, the nightmare of the subspace has always plagued In the main material universe, the lingering curse has always plagued the fate of mortals.

Survival is not a birthright, but a spoil snatched from an indifferent galaxy by forgotten heroes.

Fulgrim and Angron stood under the starry sky, and both Primarchs looked up at the starry sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

"Araby Djinn, it's really interesting." Angron said to Forgan, "This world is really very complicated. I've been wondering why my father put Ryan in this world."

"You also want to make a wish to the lamp god?" Fulgen's lips curled up. He knew that Angron still missed his former brothers and sisters.

"Hey, if I make a wish, then I must make another hundred wishes!" Angron couldn't wait to tell Fulgrim his thoughts.

"Pfft~" Fugen laughed, as if he encountered something funny: "Hahahaha~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

"Damn it, you sissy, what are you laughing at?!" Angron became a little annoyed, "What the hell are you laughing at?!"

"Hahaha... Wishing, don't we see less of this thing? Zhuang Sen has a similar alien relic in his Caliban, and it is also a similar wishing machine. If this wishing machine is really useful, why does Zhuang Sen Why don't you make a wish for the death of all the four gods of Chaos?" Fulgan couldn't stop laughing.

"..." This damn sissy! Faced with this question, Angron couldn't answer, so he could only ask: "Why?"

"Because everything is always fair." Fulgan thought for a while, knowing that Angron might not know, he decided to explain a little bit: "Think about it, in Karim's description of the lamp god, what has been emphasized What is it?"

"Need a soul?" Angron said casually.

"No, the other one."

"Equivalent exchange?"

"That's right, equivalent exchange." Fulgen nodded, and he looked at the starry sky: "The wishing machine is essentially something like this, Angron, have you ever been to a tavern?"

"Of course." Angron nodded: "But what does this have to do with the Wishing Machine?"

"The essence of the wishing machine is a tavern. This tavern only opens once. You hold a gold coin in your arms. This gold coin is your soul. The lamp god is the bartender. You can use this gold coin to choose any kind of wine in the tavern. , You can also ask the bartender to use this gold coin to do anything, as long as it is within his ability."

"Well, that's an appropriate description." Angron nodded in approval.

"And your so-called request for another hundred wishes is nothing more than using this gold coin to apply for a pass. With this pass, you can enter and leave the tavern freely." Fulgan smiled and raised a piece of paper in his hand. A bottle of Tyrell wine "Aged Classic Canti" was handed to Angron: "Think about it carefully, what's wrong with it?"

Angron signaled that he didn't like to drink this, and the Primarch of the World Eaters took out his large marching jug and took a full sip, which was filled with dwarven Bagman beer. After thinking for a while, he lowered his head and raised his head: "No No, the gold coins are gone."

"Yes, the gold coins are gone." Fulgan nodded: "This is the essence of the Wishing Machine. Equivalent exchange is so cold and cruel. There is no gain without sacrifice. If you want to get something, you must pay the same price."

"Hey, under the hands of those old saints, have you become a philosopher, you sissy?" Angron sneered in turn: "I have to say, you are already a poet, brother~"

"Hehe~ Angron, I have a plan and I need your help." Forgan smiled, and he whispered: "Our nephew is about to be born, and we need a good gift. I have some news. In the court of Lear, there is an ancient sage jewelry made of black gold with a history of more than 5,000 years, which has the blessing and powerful power left by the ancient sage, but it is not easy to get."

"Oh, I have no reason to refuse such a good thing, right?"

"Let's cooperate, I am six, you are four."

"No, it should be me seven and you three."

"It's a bit like the time of the Great Expedition in the past, haha~"

"Hahaha~"

……… I am the dividing line of the Great Crusade………

Old World, Britannia, Earl of Glamorgan, Duke's Castle.

The door of the master bedroom was opened, and a dark elf in a standard black and white maid outfit came in from the outside. She wanted to wake Ryan up, but when she came in, she found that Ryan had already gotten up and was sitting in front of the desk dealing with official documents.

Since Ryan came back, he has taken over the military and political power from Sylvia and Suria, who is behind the curtain, and handles government affairs by himself. Although Sylvia was a little unhappy, she also handed over the power very simply. All the power, because these powers originally belonged to Ryan, the serious maid originally wanted to see if Ryan would be in a hurry when facing these government affairs, but Ryan took over all the government affairs perfectly.

This changed Sylvia's attitude towards Ryan, and the head maid thought that there seemed to be not many Holy Grail Knights with this ability in the entire kingdom except François.

Immediately, Ryan promoted two new courtiers from the nobles of the kingdom. They were Goffin from the Empire and Steve from the old Musillon. These two courtiers and Katzenberg formed the Ryan The internal affairs team of Ryan assists Ryan in handling internal affairs. Courtiers who can be favored by Ryan naturally have very good internal affairs capabilities. Their existence temporarily relieves Ryan's employment shortage.

"Master~ are you up?" The dark elf quickly approached, and she came to Ryan's side.

"Well, I'm up, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Alfred, the Templar Knight, is back. You have made an appointment to have dinner with him, and then go to the hot spring together." The dark elf whispered: "Master, Mr. Alfred has arrived. He is in the second floor. The reception room is waiting for you."

"You should call him the Knight Commander now." Ryan said with a smile: "He has become the Templar Commander, and the headquarters of the Justice Church has sent a whole team of paladins, a team of ascetics, and a dozen Templars Here to help him build Freya's ancient church area."

"It doesn't make any difference to me, master." The dark elf shook his head, his long black hair exuding a faint fragrance.

"By the way, Olika, I have a gift for you." Ryan suddenly heard something, and he reached out and opened the drawer made of high-quality cherry wood: "I promise to surprise you!"

"What does the master want to give me?" Sure enough, the dark elf said with some expectation, she walked over, and little stars appeared in her eyes.

"Dangdang!" Ryan took out a large box decorated with gemstones from the drawer, and the Duke said with a smirk, "It's ten pairs of pantyhose! The best unicorn fleece pantyhose! White, gray, flesh-colored, coffee-colored It is as good as black, and this newly developed product has better softness and skin-adherence! It has a gorgeous texture, excellent hand feeling and elasticity! Here it is for you, Olika!"

"...Master, you are really hopeless!" The little star in the dark elf's eyes disappeared, she squinted at Ryan, paused for three seconds, and then the smile on her face became brighter: "Do you know? Master , if there was a man in Naggaros who made such a nasty joke with me, I would have cut him up with a dagger, and soaked it in the pool of blood to make a specimen!"

"Uh..." The smile on Ryan's face froze, and he suddenly felt a cool wind blowing from below, chilly.

"But for the sake of the master, I will accept it." The dark elf still took the box from Ryan: "Go, master."

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