Chapter 622 The Connection Weakened

"Good morning, Mr. Ross, are you nervous? Wipe the sweat off your brow."

A voice rang out in the captain's cabin. A gray-haired old man was sitting on a chair inlaid with leather just opposite the door. he.

It wasn't until he spoke, until he lit a cigar that Rose was aware of his presence.

The old man had a thin face, sunken eye sockets, and his eyes looked like dusty glass beads. He was wearing a heavy coat with a stand-up collar, and he was holding a cigar with his skinny hand.

There was almost no breath of life in him, his whole body was like a dead body, a puppet, lifeless.

If it wasn't for the heaving of his chest, if it wasn't for the little bit of blood on his face, Rose would have thought he was talking to a corpse.

"Good morning, Mr. Anders," Ross said nervously, sweating profusely despite the chill in the captain's cabin.

The old man he called Anders chuckled and said, "I'm afraid I'm not very well, Mr. Ross. If I'm not wrong, you didn't bring back the person I wanted, did you?"

Ross quickly lowered his head and said, "Mr. Anders, I have actually found that kid. If I hadn't killed a hunter, Rayleigh, I would have brought that yellow-skinned monkey to you now!"

"Hunter Rayleigh."

Anders let out a puff of smoke and said, "You don't need to be responsible for this matter. Next, I will hand it over to Mr. Hal."

"Mr. Hal?" Rose looked blank, as if he had never heard of this name.

Dip.tap.dip.

At this time, he heard the intermittent sound of dripping water, and then someone knocked on the door outside, and after getting Anders' permission, the door was pushed open.

Rose looked back, and a rather tall man walked in from the outside. He was wearing a boat-shaped hat, and the part below the eyes was covered by a black scarf. There was a terrible pattern on the black scarf. It was a fish with octopus tentacles, which looked like some kind of sea monster.

He was wearing a cloak, and the water was dripping from the hem of his cloak. When he walked in, the air in the room suddenly became humid, and there was a strong smell of the sea.

The man looked towards Ross, and Ross realized that the pupils of his eyes were narrow, like the eyes of cold-blooded reptiles like snakes or lizards.

Under his black scarf, under his cloak, there was something wriggling from time to time, causing the clothes on his body to rise and fall from time to time.

Ross shrank back instinctively, and then listened to Anders' introduction: "This is Hal, Captain Hal Constantine. Maybe you are more familiar with his title. People who know him call him For 'Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea'."

There was a buzzing in Rose's mind.

Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea?

The one knocked back by Raleigh the Hunter?

"Good morning, Mr. Anders." From under the black scarf, a strange voice sounded, making people feel that the pirate general did not speak with his mouth, but pronounced it using a technique similar to "ventriloquism".

Maybe under his black scarf is a bunch of cold, slippery, sticky tentacles! Rose shuddered at the thought.

"Hello, Mr. Hal, as I said before, I would like to ask you to chase a sailboat. I heard that the captain of the sailboat is Rayleigh the hunter. I wonder if you are interested?" Anders held Cigar, with a stiff smile on his face.

"Hunter Rayleigh." Constantine said in a weird voice, "I'm looking forward to this job very much. Do you have any requirements? You don't want to die, do you?"

Anders said hehe, "Mr. Ross, please give that photo to Mr. Hal."

Ross took out Lin Rui's photo and approached it carefully. As soon as he got close to Ross, he could smell the general's unbearable smell, but the nouveau riche still smiled and handed over the photo.

Constantine took out a gloved hand in the cloak, took Rose's photo, looked at it for a moment and said, "This is it?"

"I want the man in this picture, and he's on Hunter Rayleigh's boat. Remember, Mr. Hal, I want to live."

Anders leaned back, took a puff of his cigar and said leisurely, "Except for him, you can deal with the others as you like, even if you kill them all, it doesn't matter."

"good."

Konstantin didn't seem like the kind of talkative person. After he put away the photo, he turned and left immediately.

Ross glanced over to where he had just been standing and saw a puddle of slippery slime left on the floor, which gave the upstart a layer of goosebumps.

"There is no business for you for the time being, Mr. Ross." Anders said slowly, "This time, I can allow you to fail. But you have run out of opportunities, please remember, if you mess things up next time If I smash it, I won't be so merciful."

"Yes, Mr. Anders." Ross was relieved when he heard this, and hurriedly left.

After he left, someone came out from the darkness deep in the captain's cabin: "That hunter, Rayleigh, is very powerful. Constantine fell into a tumble on his hands once, and I'm afraid this time will be no exception."

This is a man of medium build, with hair brushed back and pale skin.

It was the bearded man who almost caught Lin Rui last night on Phuket Island.

He was breathless, coughed repeatedly after speaking, and his body was wrapped in many bandages. It seemed that he was seriously injured: "If it weren't for the thing you gave me, Mr. Anders, I wouldn't be able to come back last night."

"Mr. Anders, you must not underestimate that hunter."

Anders threw the finished cigars into the ashtray. The thin-faced old man said with a wooden smile, "I won't underestimate anyone, but don't underestimate Constantine either."

"The sea is his stage, his home ground. On the sea, Constantine is strong."

"Of course, I'm ready for his failure. But even if he fails, it will cause losses to that hunter. At that time, if we go out again, we can take down that hunter without any effort."

On the Discovery, a certain hunter sneezed.

Xifa took out the glass bottle containing the mysterious fragments. He held the bottle in the sunlight and looked at it. The fragment from the dream of the Sea of ​​Ruins in the bottle reflected the sunlight. Except for the lightning logo on it, it seemed to be nothing special. place.

At this time, he heard a voice from behind the deck, and Sifa put away the bottle and walked over.

I saw Lin Rui sitting cross-legged on the deck, grabbing his hair with both hands as if washing it, turning his black hair into a messy bird's nest.

"Is it because the distance is too far? Ever since I came here, the connection with the 'God' has weakened. Even if the handprints and runes are completely displayed correctly, many divine spells cannot be used."

"Right now, all I can use are low-level divine arts like 'Invisibility' and 'Fire Arrow'. It's really nerve-wracking."