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The sky gradually turned from dark to blue. After the ship sailed to the border and passed through the influence of the Black Emperor's power, looking back, the area where it just sailed back was already cloudless.

The small island and the surrounding dozens of nautical miles were isolated into a separate space.

"Is there anything special about the Key of Light?" Klein was holding a porcelain plate with an ear-hung teacup on it. The Xibo black tea in it was bright orange and exuded a delicate fragrance.

He walked near Su Lin and said slowly: "Or do you have thoughts about this source of essence?"

Su Lin was sitting cross-legged on the guardrail, holding a glowing fishing rod in his hand. The sea breeze blew on his face, carrying a fishy and salty smell. He held a dried squid in his mouth and looked at the sea with his mouth open.

"I was a little curious before, so I secretly used artificial intelligence to hack into the Internet and took a look at the manuscript of the author of your book." Su Lin tore off the squid shreds in his mouth and recalled, "The name of the second part is The Ring of Fate and the Key of Light are the sources related to the path of destiny, representing endless chaos and the incarnation of destiny."

"It feels like a path of destiny, but his overall outline has not been completed at that time, and I don't know what will happen next, so I want to see if there is any useful information in Russell."

"But he doesn't know much. This thing is sealed in the Western Continent, and he doesn't know what the situation is."

Klein sipped the black tea, and the fragrance of orchid spread in his mouth. He recalled that Will Auceptin once said that the sequence 0 of the destiny path is called the 'Wheel of Fortune'.

Hopefully this ice cream-loving Snake of Destiny won’t be knifed.

"Among all the paths, the destiny path is quite special. There are no similar paths. It's just a dead end." Klein analyzed based on the information he already knew: "There may be some hidden secrets in this specialness. "

"If you have the chance, you can also visit the Western Continent after I fall asleep."

"There is another way." Su Lin turned his head and looked at Klein sideways, and said: "When I go back, I will lock the author in a small dark room, apply a set of BUFFs, so that he can not eat, drink or rest, and then improve his His physical fitness and thinking ability allowed him to finish writing "Wheel of Fortune" directly."

"Wonderful, no, I mean you violated the labor law." Klein coughed twice and no longer dwelled on this topic.

"Derrick sent you a bottle of magic potion." Klein put down the porcelain cup and took out a glass bottle from his coat, which contained the potion of the Sun Pathway's Sequence 9: Singer.

Su Lin took it and looked at it. The bottle of potion was almost transparent, with only a faint shimmer.

A "profession" that uses singing to bring courage and strength to themselves and their companions, as well as piety and obedience. Their slogan is: Let us praise the sun!

To put it simply, he is a novice priest in a fantasy novel.

"It just so happens that the squid tentacles are too salty."

Su Lin raised the potion to the white sun in the blue sky, "This wave has become me, the sun."

This was Zhongli's idea, to use an external incarnation with flesh and blood consciousness to contain the magic potion and try to control the extraordinary power of this world.

Although Su Lin's historical projection can still be canceled voluntarily after being fused with the godhead, it already has a 'real' attribute and has changed from a projection to a flesh-and-blood clone.

If this method works, then the strength of his clone will be improved again. If it doesn't work, and thanks to the fact that he can make a new clone at any time, he can also use different potions repeatedly.

There is no need to hang yourself on the path of the sun, it would be nice to wear a monocle.

Su Lin took out a plastic straw from history, uncorked the bottle, and inserted the straw.

He frowned, and an indescribable taste spread on his taste buds. It couldn't be said to be unpleasant, but it was like unfrozen kvass with some mint flavor added.

With a little weak mental shock, Su Lin completed the absorption of the magic potion.

"Praise the sun!" Su Lin stood up, kept his legs together, kept his body upright, stretched his hands, pointed symmetrically diagonally above the shoulders, put the five fingers of his hands together into palms, palms facing outward, and fingertips pointing diagonally above the sky.

Clang——

Klein pulled a round iron bucket from history and placed it on Su Lin's head, then turned and walked towards the cabin.

"Your fishing rod fell into the sea."

The moment he closed the hatch, Klein heard splashing water outside.

"What happened outside?" Zhong Li was holding a kitchen knife in his hand. The stew pot in the kitchen was steaming, and a scent filled the air along the vent on the pot lid. He looked at Klein who pushed the door open and entered. His expression was a little confused.

Klein took a sniff and saw that the strong beef smell contained some milky aroma, accompanied by the smell of basil, laurel and other spices.

Those seafood made him feel a little uncomfortable, so Zhongli decided to make some of his favorite dishes, such as a pot of beef stew.

"The sun went out."

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"When I was chatting and laughing with a group of dragonborn 20,000 meters under the sea, a towering tower appeared in front of me, and the golden-red seafloor magma looked like a fiery snake."

Lu Mingfei raised a wooden wine glass and sat on the "Mansi" freight merchant ship owned by the Hall Chamber of Commerce. Lu Mingfei told the sailors about the glory of the past, "It was a wonderful battle, and in the end I was exhausted. He fell down and was saved by a passing red-haired elf.”

"She is so beautiful."

Bolan Les came over with a glass of light beer with still-frothy foam, and with a smile on his face, he retorted: "I suggest you read the anthology of Russell's fairy tales published by Emperor Russell first."

"Even my three-year-old daughter knows that elves have black hair."

"The braggart, Mr. Caribbean."

Hahahahaha——

Amidst the laughter, a sailor threw an orange to Lu Mingfei and said, "This story is good. It only needs slight modifications before it can be serialized in Loen Daily."

"I swear, Mr. Somali, this is more profitable than if you went to sea and became an adventurer."

In the cabin, the lights were bright. In this ordinary and boring night, Captain Bolan Les brought back a young novice adventurer.

This strange adventurer who didn't know his "stage name" added a touch of fun to the night shift workers who only had light beer and dried salted fish.

The bizarre stories in his mouth are simply fresher than the tangerines at the dock for these shipping workers who have been at sea all year round and rely on expired newspapers, magazines and novels to pass the time.

"You can actually consider Doug's suggestion." Bolan Les smiled gently. Unlike his rough appearance, this dark-skinned bald man is actually a good person with a good personality. "Your novel should be able to There is a good market.”

"Those aristocratic young people also hold literary salons every week and invite famous writers to participate. Maybe you can join the upper class?"

There was some longing in Bolan Les' tone. The wages offered to them by Hall Chamber of Commerce were not low, and they were among the best in the industry, but this was obviously directly proportional to their efforts.

"If you don't have enough strength on this sea, you won't be able to take risks all year round. You have to be wary of pirates at all times."

"Besides, the bizarre events on this sea are not as simple as the stories you tell us."

"Listen to me, Ricardo. After arriving in Dimir, have a good time for a few days, and then buy a boat ticket to go home. With your literary skills, you will definitely achieve something."

Lu Mingfei did not ignore the captain's advice. After all, he had good intentions. He immediately agreed, peeled off the tangerine coat, and said to Bo Lan:

"I decided to publish a novel called "Dragon" and give it a pen name."

"What do you think of the pen name 'Jiangbei'?"

"Not bad." Bolan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lu Mingfei was not clinging to unrealistic adventurer dreams, regardless of whether his pen name was Jiangbei or Jiangnan.

Making money was making money, but he was still worried that this young man would be like those admirers of Gehrman Sparrow, who would sail to the sea as soon as his head got hot.

We can't blame these young people, after all, the story of Gehrman Sparrow has spawned hundreds of different versions and spread across the sea and even the kingdom.

For example, "The Secret Life of the Crazy Adventurer and the Iceberg Admiral". Ahem, those stories will indeed make many young people's minds warm and yearn for them.

I don’t know if the author was caught by Flame Daniz, Lord of Storms, I hope he hasn’t been sunk to the bottom of the sea, and the sequel hasn’t been released yet.

In the lively atmosphere, the crew members began to discuss with each other the good things they had experienced and the customs and customs of various ports.

Gossip stories, food, wine, women, these topics are like smoked fish and dried meat, which are their regular snacks.

About an hour later, the drunken Bolan came to the deck to get some air. The lights were on in the ship's control room. With the helmsman and deputy captain there, there was no need to worry about anything going wrong.

call out--

A sharp sound broke through the air. Bolan's heart tightened, and he rolled over to avoid a ray of silver light.

He corrected his posture. He was no longer drunk, and his muscles were tense. He squatted on the deck in a running-like movement, his eyes like an eagle, staring at the position above him.

"Mr. Ricardo, what do you mean?"

The young man in front of him was obviously still in the cabin just now, but now he was standing on the gauntlet above, looking down at him.

Bolan quickly glanced at the silver light just now and saw a table knife submerged into the deck, leaving only the handle.

"I didn't expect that I also made a mistake." Bo Lan stared at the young man above and asked warily: "What is your purpose?"

While asking Caribbean Ricardo, Bolan mobilized the emotions in his body and gradually put himself in a state of anger. As a wild transcendent who is not affiliated with the Church of Storms, he had an adventure when he was young and obtained the "Sequence" 8: The Potion of the Wrathful People.

"Haha, Mr. Bolan, please forgive me for being rude."

The voice came from behind him? !

Bolan looked back and saw the young adventurer putting his hand on his shoulder. When he looked up, the figure above him had disappeared.

Although the name of the potion is Angry People, it does not mean that Bolan will really get angry and lose the ability to judge rationally. If the other party wanted to kill him, they could have done it just now.

Different from the harmless appearance in the cabin just now, Bolan could feel that the young man's current words and deeds were full of the attitude of a superior.

——Seemingly close but extremely distant, the undisguised casualness means that the other party does not take his abilities seriously at all.

"What do you want to do?" Bolan asked coldly.

"I just want to ask you about something. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you." Caribbean Ricardo put his hand on Bolan's shoulder, like a very good friend, "Just tell me some common sense among extraordinary people. .”

"If I knew." Bolan acted very cooperatively.

"Well, first thing," Caribbean Ricardo's voice suddenly became lowered: "Have you ever heard of the Assassin's Path?"

After strolling slowly along the cargo ship, they returned to the cabin together. The adventurer named Ricardo politely opened the door for him and made a gesture of invitation.

"I appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Boland."

He looked deeply at the adventurer and then walked into the cabin first.

"Then what?" Lu Mingfei sat on the stool with his neck curled up, listening to the crew in front of him telling the horrific story of Bansi Island with some fear and trepidation, but at the same time looking forward to the other party continuing.

Bo Lan's eyes were wide open. Ricardo Caribbean, who opened the iron door for him, put his index finger on his lips and made a quiet gesture with a smile.

Amidst the crashing of the waves and the lively exchanges of the sailors, Ricardo Caribbean turned into a transparent shadow and disappeared.

It wasn't until a crew member urged Bolan to close the door that Bolan came back to his senses. The fear in his eyes had not disappeared.

He had heard many legends about this sea area, but this was the first time he encountered a situation like this. His vest was soaked with cold sweat. He hurriedly walked into the restaurant, hurriedly found a seat in the middle of the crowd, sat down, and drank A sip of light beer.

Bolan was silent for a while. He suddenly felt that the power in his body had increased significantly. The potion of the angry people had been digested? !

"this?!"

He raised his head and looked at the young man in the cabin. He couldn't help but feel fear, but then he thought that maybe the thing just now was not Ricardo.

‘How about it? Did you find out clearly? ’ Lu Mingfei asked Lao Lu in his heart, although the horror story of Banxi Island sounded scary, how could he, a monk who knew thunder magic, be frightened.

‘Well, let’s ask clearly. ’

‘What’s going on with my path? Is there any danger? ’ Lu Mingfei always felt something strange, and when he later asked the magician from the Tarot Society for the name of Assassin Path Sequence 7, the other party always changed the subject.

‘No problem, the name of Sequence 7 of this path is Magician, and you can control a special kind of magic. At the same time, after you reach Sequence 7, your appearance will be greatly improved. ’

'Really? ! ’

It happened that the other party mentioned the telegraph office in Banxi at this time. Lu Mingfei trembled, which made the crew member who told the story proud. The stories he told could also scare people.

‘Of course it’s true, would I still lie to myself? ’

Lao Zhou! Brothers!