Chapter 242 18 Run

Chapter 242 18. Run

Time on the island passed quickly. It felt like the sky had become somewhat dark in just a few blinks of an eye. The night sky with interlaced stars and moons easily covered the island below, making the environment that seemed not peaceful during the day even more gloomy.

Aragina and Pahz did not find any meat on the island, but there were a lot of fruits on the trees. They loaded about five or six boats back. These fruits should be enough for the Iceberg Queen to reach the next supply point.

As for meat and other items, they could only go to the sea to catch fish to eat. I heard that there were fishing nets on the Iceberg Queen. Fisher would go to the sea to catch more tomorrow morning.

The lion-man Phyllis worked hard for a long time and fished out a lot of treasures from the beach and piled them behind her. Pahz and others sent some from time to time and piled them behind her to show absolute fairness and did not hide any treasures. They were just waiting for them to share them together after they were finished.

Phyllis, who was not very smart, actually thought that the increase in treasures was the result of their cooperation. In fact, most of them were dug by her alone. But she was happy, and the atmosphere here was quite harmonious.

The better the situation was with Phyllis and Pahez, the worse the atmosphere was with Valentina. The reason was naturally because of that damned True Ice Scroll.

The environment on the island was too simple. Valentina originally planned to take the scroll back to the North to open it. Valentina had a huge, immovable space relic at home, which could take out the scroll relatively safely.

But the problem now was that the scroll could not be taken off the island. It was obviously difficult to take out the scroll and read the contents under the current simple conditions.

"I said, aren't you a magician? Didn't you say that this was magic set by the Phoenix? Then, according to the idea of ​​magic, can't we just cancel the magic emblem on it?"

"Zizi. I didn't say it was magic, it's just similar to the principle of magic fluctuations."

"Then can't you just do it according to the theory of magic?"

"Zizi. No."

"Fuck you."

Balzac covered his face. With his irritable temper, he would definitely want to curse at this time, but he turned his head and saw a large number of gray feathers growing on Heldor's hands again, so he shut up again.

Although Heldor, this guy, didn't know why his whole body was made of steam machinery, he still had a good temper and was not the kind of illiterate like Phyllis. Therefore, Balzac had a good relationship with him in the team, although they had not communicated much in the past few days.

"Hey, Steamman, we are running out of extra arms to replace you. If you grow more hair, try using your feet to study. I will help you put your feet on your hands."

Behind them, Celty, who saw that the steam machines he had built with great difficulty had all turned into feather dusters, speechlessly spat out the malt lollipop he had just eaten, and looked at the two companions squatting on the ground studying the True Ice Scroll with an impatient look.

"Then take a break first. It's not too late to eat dinner first and then study."

"Ah, thank you, Heidilin, what delicious food did you cook tonight?"

The big-breasted sister called "Heidilin" smiled kindly, glanced at the plate in her hand, and said,

"It's sea fish soup and barley bread, which tastes very good when eaten with dip. Hey, why hasn't Phyllis come back yet?"

"That dead lion is obsessed with money. I'm afraid she didn't notice it when we left. Don't worry about her. She's not hungry now."

"Okay, the lady has already eaten. I will leave her a separate portion later. You guys enjoy it first."

Valentina, who was sitting in the wheelchair at the back, looked at this scene and sighed with a headache.

According to the current progress, I don't know when I can open the scroll to see the contents inside.

Valentina always likes to prepare in advance before things happen. She has made sufficient preparations when looking for the scroll before, but she didn't expect to fall here. She didn't expect that people other than the Phoenix species cannot take this thing away.

Just as she was rubbing her brows uncomfortably, she suddenly thought of something and turned her head to look at the distant jungle.

There, a gentleman from Nari still had one leg on a tree, writing and drawing on the trunk with a stick. It was unknown what he was studying, but Valentina clearly felt that he was also paying attention to her progress.

More importantly, he also wanted to know the contents hidden in this scroll. So, is it possible that he has also done some research on this scroll and knows other ways to break the curse and extract the information in it?

Valentina's pale silver eyes jumped a few times, and her white fingers pushed the joystick on the steam wheelchair towards the direction of the bushes.

Everyone noticed the action of their boss, followed Valentina's direction and looked towards the jungle, and happened to see Fisher sitting on the bushes.

"That man is still peeping?"

"Zizizi. That man has a good magical attainment. The gravity magic I set up before did not trap him, and he also found the link point for remote casting. His magic level is much higher than mine, and he may have a solution to the curse of the scroll."

Balzac glanced at Heldor beside him and said with some doubt,

"Hey, are you serious? That guy is obviously not in the same group as those tomboys from Sardinia. How dare you ask him for help if he is interested in scrolls and has such unknown origins?"

"Zizi. It's Valentina who has the final say, not me. I'm just expressing my opinion. I can't do anything about the magic curse of the Phoenix, and neither can you."

"cut"

Balzac sat impatiently on the beach, folded his hands, and looked at the silent sea.

On the tree, Fisher simply planned the new rank system he envisioned, listed the factors that affect the rank arrangement of individuals, and arranged and combined these factors according to their importance.

First of all, the decisive factor in the rank must be the strength of the individual. The strength of the individual is mainly composed of two parts, namely the strength of the body and the special ability bonus. If you do not count the resistance to corruption and the ability to breathe in water, , the factor that determines his current rank is physical strength, and this strength can be learned from the rank arrangement in ancient times.

Next, let’s consider several external factors, including magic, relics and other factors. These bonuses should all play a bonus role in the individual’s own strength. Among them, if the cost and time consumed during engraving are not considered, , the magic's bonus to the rank should be the most obvious, and the range of the bonus can be well planned according to the number of rings corresponding to the rank.

As for items such as relics, there were too many items and too many effects, so Fisher was not easy to calculate. He had a vague feeling that there were grades among relics, but after asking Emhardt, he said he didn't know. Just tell Fisher that the difference in quality of the relics is mainly determined by the materials, uses and forging skills.

Emhardt didn’t know how he was created. Moreover, the saints regarded the method of forging relics as a secret that was not passed down. It was not clear how Mushroom learned this skill. Anyway, Emhart It's probably enough to be able to explain the levels of these holy objects.

The lowest level is a relic forged from ordinary magic materials, probably like Jasmine's hairband. Even the strength of combat-type relics does not exceed the extraordinary level.

Intermediate level, relics made of more precious magic materials, which require more profound forging skills to make. The sword of the Phoenix Son is of this level.

The highest level, conscious relics not only require extremely precious materials, but also require the forger to have top skills and require special forging methods to create them.

But according to Emhardt, even the highest level combat relic's ability will not exceed the myth level. This is the second rule discovered by Fisher.

Neither the magic nor the strength of the relics will exceed the limit of the Myth level. It doesn't sound like a coincidence, but more like there is something very special about the Myth level species.

Fischer, a demihuman of the mythical level, only knows Eliog for the time being, so is there anything special about her?

Fisher thought about it for a moment.

Does extra hot and soft count?

That’s too far off topic. Anyway, based on this classification, Fisher can now roughly calculate the approximate range of an enemy’s rank, for example

"Hey, Nali"

The night wind blew a little, and the voice of a nightingale or a girl came, which stopped Fisher's thoughts as he was gesturing with a branch.

He looked down and saw that the white-haired girl named Valentina Turan had arrived under the tree trunk where he was in a wheelchair and was looking up at him.

Obviously, the greeting just now was from her.

Fisher ignored her and quickly applied the rank system he had just come up with to look at the girl named Valentina.

According to the level of life, this guy is a human and a disabled person, so she should be at the zero level of the level; but she also wears many magic rings on her body. Judging from the fluctuation of magic power, it probably ranges from six to six. After reaching the eighth level, her level range is 0-8. When she runs out of magic, she will reach level 0 and become a weakling.

Fisher, who was sitting on the tree, did not respond to her words. Instead, he looked directly at himself. The book on his shoulder, which seemed to be a relic, was still winking at him. At this time of night, it turned out that It made her a little creepy.

In fact, Emhart was not trying to scare her. The reason why he winked at Valentina was probably to remind this lady,

"The man next to me now is a very high-ranking, hungry, and unsatisfied beast. Run!"

It's a pity that Valentina couldn't understand Emhart's very abstract expression. She crossed her two little hands covered with rings and spoke again,

"Hello"

"My name is Fisher Benavidez, a Narli native. I am a scholar who studies demihuman races and magic. My name is not 'Hey'."

But at this time, Fisher had already calculated her rank, so she responded.

After Fisher broke the silence, the unnatural feeling in Valentina's heart had subsided a lot, but after taking a glance at Fisher's appearance, she said,

"A scholar who studies demihumans? Is this an excuse to cover up your true purpose of obtaining the Phoenix Scroll?"

No one would take a Nari gentleman's words about being "interested in sub-races" seriously, and Valentina's use of such words as a joke or an excuse to admit her boudoir quirks in social situations also shows that The other party is still wary of him, but this is normal.

Fisher didn't comment, pinched Emhart who was winking at Valentina and stuffed him back into his pocket,

"Believe it or not, I know why you are here, and you also know my purpose, so let's be frank. I can help you open the scroll, but I have two requirements"

"You know how to open the scroll? I don't believe it."

"I have an idea, but I haven't put it into practice. But your men just tried it for an afternoon and didn't succeed, so I won't lose anything if I try it once."

". What are your requirements?"

Fisher sat up straight and raised two fingers to Valentina with a serious face,

"First, I want to know the content inside; second, lend me the lion-man under your command to study. It won't take long, and it won't do anything excessive. You can supervise from the side."

Valentina was not surprised by the first point. She expected Fisher to make this request before coming here.

But in addition to that, she originally thought that Fisher would ask her to share with him the research results of Phoenix before, but she didn't expect him to make this strange request.

Smoke bomb?

Or did he want to pry more information from Phyllis?

Valentina clenched her fingers a little tighter. For a moment, she racked her brains and didn't know what the other party's real purpose was. It was like suddenly seeing the other party make a strange move on the chessboard and not knowing the other chess player's real thoughts, which made people feel stressed.

She glanced at Fisher in the tree and felt more and more that this request was a move in his favor, but. How could it be?

"What do you think, do you agree or not?"

Just when Valentina was thinking, Fisher's voice sounded again, as if urging her to make the next move.

After a second of silence, she looked at Fisher above with her pale silver eyes,

"Okay, but your request will only be fulfilled after the scroll is cracked."

"Of course."

Emhart, who was shrinking in his pocket, heard the conversation outside, and his bookish face collapsed, and he didn't know how to comment for a while.

In his eyes, Fisher was like a hungry devil who was thinking about that kind of thing every day, and couldn't walk when he saw a lady, especially a lady of a subhuman girl!

That being said, he is now more and more worried whether Fisher can live to the end of the deal with him.

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