Chapter 640 Freedom YO HO
Allen did not answer the other party's words, but raised his hand, and a compass contained in an octagonal box appeared in his hand. He opened the compass, and the pointers engraved on the compass shook disorderly, interlaced in black and gold. The dial rotates rapidly.
Jack touched his waist, then widened his kohl-lined eyes and looked at the wizard exaggeratedly.
Allen didn't seem to notice Jack's gaze. He let his palm rest on the surface of the compass. A burst of blue light flashed, and the symbol of the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, representing the power of the underworld, was engraved on the bottom of the compass. Then he acted a little coquettishly. He engraved his omniscient mark on the inside of the compass flap - in fact, in the process of transforming the magic item, his omniscient mark was just a mark and did not have any additional magical effects.
The moment Allen took his hand back, the compass disappeared from his hand. Then he raised his staff, and the shadow spread from the staff and shot towards the water in the English Channel in the distance.
But Jack's attention was not on the magic the other party used just now. He only felt that his belt sank slightly, and the compass returned to its original position before, even the tilt angle was the same, as if it had never been there before. Changed.
"The wizard who made this compass is very powerful - if this person is really a wizard. It can help the owner guide to what he wants most in his heart." Allen casually praised the workmanship of the compass. In his heart, he thought of the chaotic pointer just now. He calmed down a little and continued: "Since I have decided to repay the favor, I will pay it back to the end. I will help you find some sailors who will never know fatigue and do not need to pay wages. You can Control them with your compass.”
"Tireless and wageless, I seem to be very familiar with this kind of thing..." The turbulent sea surface in the distance interrupted Jack, and he watched dozens of unidentified objects swimming towards this direction at high speed.
Gray-white human bodies appeared on the water in front of them. These stiff corpses had just emerged from the water. The flesh and blood on their bodies cracked and fell off from their bodies and fell into the sea water. They floated on the sea, leaving only pale white bodies. The skeletons on which the Norman costumes and chain mail with extended hems they wore hung empty.
It was not until they were brought near the coast by the power of magic that these newborn skeletons seemed to regain their freedom. They mechanically walked out of the sea and slowly walked to the shore to approach the owner of the compass.
These corpses were the Normans whose souls had already gone to the underworld before Allen had time to absorb them. Allen turned their remaining bodies into skeleton sailors - although this lowest-level undead creature went to the underworld with its own soul. In the end, he could only mechanically carry out the compass master's orders, but it was perfect for a Muggle captain, even though he might have been exposed to many things in the magical world.
At Allen's chin's signal, Jack picked up the compass. After opening it, he seemed to be briefly confused, and then the skeletons who were standing quietly began to raise their hands and stamp their feet. Jack winked slyly and started humming a pirate ditty with an unstoppable smirk. He raised the hand holding the compass with a touch of ladylike elegance, and the skeletons swayed their creaking skeletons. Start dancing.
"You have enough time to test them, but I suggest that you have a clear division of labor for each one on the ship, and don't tell them to complete tasks that require too many steps and autonomy..." Allen suddenly stopped speaking, and he passed the shadow three Eye Crow knew what was going on in the north, "Well, Captain Jack, I guess the time to say goodbye is almost here."
After giving the order for these skeletons to climb onto the repaired sailboat, Jack put the compass back on his waist, and then took off a dirty dark green glass bottle from the back of his belt. He bit open the cork and started by himself. He took a big sip, and then took a shot that was rich in the oak aroma of the bottle cork, the fruity aroma of rum, and the decaying taste of the pirate's bad teeth. He threw the bottle to Allen with some five notes on his face with reluctance. The incomplete singing voice sings: "Drink up this cup, there will be no worries or worries, YOHO."
Allen, who was a bit of a germaphobe, felt that he really wanted to take a sip. He let the wine fly out of the bottle and took a big sip - although obviously doing so could only provide some psychological comfort.
But as if he was reminded by the rum, Allen took out a wooden box of magic ointment from his pocket and threw it to the other party as if he suddenly remembered.
"What good thing is this?" Jack greedily held the wooden box and sniffed it.
"It is indeed a good thing - applying it to the affected area once can cure your syphilis, but it has no preventive effect, so don't waste it." Allen threw away the empty wine bottle and pointed at his chin and the other person's scab. After answering in the same area, after exploring the other person's thoughts, he added, "If you want to repay the favor, go to the Holy Roman Empire and have a few more children in your free time, especially if you meet someone with the surname Grindelwald. When I was a girl..."
"Aye," Jack spread his hands, shrugged, and pursed his lips, agreeing to this request that made the nervous him feel a little ridiculous. Then he glanced at the bottle thrown by Allen on the ground and said, "Someone told me Life is not about living forever, Harris, the key is to live yourself forever."
After saying that, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Jack pointed at Allen's heart from a distance with his hand. Allen nodded to the pirate and then waved goodbye, stepped into the shadow and disappeared.
A few minutes later, on the black Galen three-masted ship, Captain Jack stroked the handle on his rudder and smiled. Then he suddenly realized that his action was a bit misleading and indecent, and he turned his rudder. His eyes looked worriedly at the skeletons surrounding him in case they made any strange expressions - and then he realized that they were different from the undead he had encountered and provoked at sea before, and had no mind.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and took out his compass. Although he could control it without making a sound, he still yelled, "Get on your feet, you wretched dogs! Turn the rigging and get ready! Now... let's sail into the distance!" "Looking at the skeletons under control, he whispered in his own voice, "The free side."
"He's a real bad guy, let's have a drink, brothers! YOHO!"
Following the tuneless singing from Jack's mouth, who was twisting his body and holding the rudder, and the direction indicated by the compass in his hand, the black ship also headed southwest, and the English Channel finally lost this unhappy ship. The figure of a sailboat belonging to this era.