Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Bayam, Rhodes Islands, Monday at 4.15pm.

The sky is dark, the clouds are like rolls, and the dark blue waves rise and fall, gently caressing the shore where the rocks and woods are piled up.

The North Wind was docked in Bayam's half-moon-shaped garrison, and the whistle that had just cooled was briskly blowing smoke, as if it was fortunate that the storm had not yet come.

On the sparsely populated iron ladder, Klein, who was wearing a black windbreaker, was looking down at the "City of Kangxi" bathed in overcast clouds. His face was gloomy, and he was thinking.

"It's really lucky that no other accident happened along the way." Danitz carried two suitcases of different sizes and stood on the side of the ladder with a happy smile on his face.

Since leaving Bansy Island, he has been looking forward to stepping onto the land of the "City of Kang's". Unlike the vast and unpredictable sea, although the official forces here are more powerful, it is also more chaotic. As long as he integrates into Bayam, he will You no longer have to worry about whether the Church of the Storm's substitute punishment will suddenly find you, let alone those terrifying human-headed monsters.

More importantly, even if there is any danger in Bayam, it's not the one to worry about, the "flame" uncle!

"Luggage." Klein, who was looking at the distance, suddenly said coldly, interrupting Danitz's beautiful fantasy.

The big pirate, whose smile didn't disappear in time, twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and neatly carried the larger suitcase in front of him.

He handed over the luggage with both hands, and watched Gehrman walk down the ship's ladder without changing his expression. He couldn't help but quickly followed, walking behind him. His expression changed several times, and he finally asked the question that had been pressing in his heart for a long time.

"Well, we've arrived at Bayam, you see?"

Klein, who was thinking about the benefits of the Tarot meeting in his head, heard Danitz's suggestion, paused, and turned his face slightly.

At the end of today's Tarot Club, "The Hanged Man" successfully won the processing rights of "Faceless Man" and "Arsonist" by virtue of his excellent eloquence and unique "craftsman" channel, which belong to "justice" respectively. Miss and "Temperance" Sharon.

According to the results of the final negotiation, he will draw the necessary intermediary fee from Klein's remuneration, which is probably less than 800 pounds.

And after I deducted all the expenses, the income of the two characteristics can also be 6,000 pounds... Klein, who is about to make a large sum of money, is in a good mood. Slowly brought up a smile.

"You can tell me what pirate contact points are in Bayam."

shit! Danitz's expression suddenly distorted, but he quickly turned back into an awkward smile and nodded funny.

"Of course it's fine."

How can this be okay, am I going to continue the adventure with this lunatic?

This can't be the case. The task that the captain gave me has not been completed, and my course has been pulled down a lot... Klein started again, and Danitz, who failed the first attempt, was unwilling, and gritted his teeth. Decided to try again.

"I mean, of course I'll introduce you to those points of contact, but I still have a task the captain gave me..."

"What task did your captain give you?"

Danitz, who was thinking about how to excuse himself next, couldn't help but open his mouth a lot.

How can this tell you... Danitz instinctively wanted to refuse, but when he remembered Gehrman's terrifying record against the entire "Hunter" team alone, he was instantly in a dilemma.

If he doesn't tell this lunatic, will he use other reasons to keep himself until he gets the information he wants?

Danitz quickly thought about the pros and cons, and his gaze stopped on the sign of a bar not far away.

He looked at the front of the bar where a lot of pirates came and went, and suddenly relaxed.

"You shouldn't know about the recent whereabouts of Lieutenant General Disease, right?"

......

Winter Winter...  

In a dimly-lit room on Lanshan Island, a graceful figure listened to the sound from the door, tapped his knees with his white fingers, got up and opened the door after confirming that the rhythm was correct.

"captain."

A figure covered by a cloak came in through the crack of the door, and a few strands of wet blonde hair kept dripping with water.

Tracy looked at the maid who was returning from the outside, took the wet cloth bag from the other party's hand without hesitation, and quickly returned to the position just now.

"Any news?"

She was constantly busy standing in front of a plank bed and asked without looking back.

The maid, whose body was half-drenched by the rain, wiped her hair with her cloak, looked at the shadowy figure in the dark lake, adjusted her breath and replied:

"Nothing has changed. Those guys at sea thought that the Black Death had lost its owner, and they have been inquiring about our whereabouts recently, including of course the fleet that you had already gathered."

Tracy stopped, but soon twisted her wrist and resumed her work.

The blond maid standing behind her watched this scene, her expression suddenly twisted, and an unconcealed anger surged.

The anger was certainly not directed at Tracy.

She stepped forward quickly, and stopped hurriedly when she was about to be side by side with Tracy, squeezing the question she had always wanted to ask through her teeth.

"Captain, don't you regret it?"

The lights on the ceiling swayed, and a faint orange light fell from above. The swaying light and shadow swept over the angry maid, Tracy, whose face was covered by long hair, and the red-haired figure who had been sleeping.

The maid clenched her fists, tried her best to restrain her impulse, and asked again:

"Captain, are you willing to give up your flagship and fleet, and let everyone think that you died somewhere?"

"And all this is just because of a woman who has never treated you with sincerity, a woman who wants to run away from you at any time?"

"You fight against your mother for this kind of person and disobey the arrangement of the sect. Are you willing?"

After roaring the dissatisfaction that had been simmering in her heart for a long time, the maid felt relieved and at the same time she couldn't help flashing a trace of sadness, but she still insisted on the anger on her face, trying to continue to put pressure on her captain.

"I have never disobeyed the order of the sect." Tracy frowned and sighed softly.

She stroked Yin Lian, who was tortured by high fever and coma on the bed, her voice surprisingly calm.

After escaping the pursuit of the Church of the Storm, her mother, the "white saint" of the Witch Sect, gave her two choices.

Either continue to be the "Lieutenant General of Disease" to help the sect smuggle people, or take the initiative to give up the control of the Black Death and hand over the power to others.

If you only look at these two options, Tracy will definitely continue to hold the Black Death in her own hands.

This is not because she likes the identity of a pirate, or the shady business of smuggling people, but because it can help her to accumulate her own power and maintain a certain degree of freedom in the most convenient way.

But the pursuit of the Church of Storms left her a lot of damage, and even her "lover" Yin Lian was seriously injured and in urgent need of recuperation. Even if she resumed her old business, she could not guarantee whether the Church of Storms would continue to act like a mad dog. Chase after yourself until the mother reappears.

By that time, although the mission of the sect can be completed, she will have nothing left, whether it is power or loyal subordinates, or even Yin Lian.

And my mother doesn't care who will continue the sect's population trade. After the Church of Storms started targeting the sect, this became an investment that could be discarded at any time. Even without me, the sect could choose another "Witch of Pain" at will. The completed mission, her original purpose has always been to let me digest the potion and keep me in pain...Tracy closed her eyes.

Every time she thought about it, she realized that it was a dead end, an inescapable web woven by her mother.

No matter which arrangement she chooses, what awaits her will only be pain, from that twisted family, from the sect, and from the endless pain of reality.

This may be the essential reason why the mother can calmly let her stay on Lanshan Island, give up the Black Death, and stay by Yin Lian's side.

She is powerless to resist her mother, at least not possible until she is promoted to a demigod, and if she wants to be promoted to a demigod, she needs to completely digest the "witch of pain", and she needs enough experience to help herself.

When I made my choice, did I also think about using Yin Lian as an excuse to torture myself on purpose and go against my original intention... Tracy opened her eyes and looked at the sleeping face, feeling a little Suddenly.

"captain?"

The maid's panicked voice suddenly broke the silence.

Tracy looked back and found that the maid who had followed her the longest was looking at her worriedly, as if she was worried that what she said just now stabbed her captain.

"You're right, of course I'm not reconciled."

Tracy put down the warm towel in her hand, and her cold voice was incompatible with the sweetness of most witches.

"Let the news of the Black Death bet on the Aboriginal Church be released, and we'll start from scratch."

......

The patter of raindrops hit the spiky leaves, bringing a burst of salsa.

Klein and Danitz were sitting on the second floor of a hotel near Haiphong Street, closing the doors and windows that were swaying in the wind.

"Tell me about the 'Lieutenant General of Disease'."

The sound of wind and rain came through the window. Danitz took a sip of "Lelangzi" on the table. After feeling the warmth of the spirits sliding through his stomach, he pretended to be bitter and evoked a smile.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. After the guy disappeared suddenly, her fleet fell apart. Many of the collections that belonged to the 'Lieutenant Admiral Disease' didn't know if they were deliberately leaked. One of them was about 'Death'. The literature piqued the interest of 'Admiral of Blood' and 'Admiral of Hell'."

Literature about "Death"?

"Lieutenant General of Disease" should be the witch sect. It is not uncommon for her to master such documents. It is not surprising that "Admiral Hell" is rumored to be proficient in necromancy, and it is not surprising to pursue related documents, but why did "Admiral Blood" intervene? And what does this have to do with the "Lieutenant General Iceberg" mission?

Although Klein was puzzled, he didn't mean to interrupt Danitz. He just nodded slightly and signaled him to continue.

Seeing that Gehrman was aroused by himself, Danitz smiled even more.

"Of course, if there is a document that is not true or false, it will not be so much. The important thing is that our captain found a sunken ship in the last expedition. Although he did not gain anything of value, he found A huge black iron key that is not used by humans, can you imagine it? It has been buried under the sea for so many years, and it has not rusted?"

"Yes." Klein said succinctly.

Mr. Azik's copper whistle is conservatively estimated to be longer than the history of the entire Fifth Epoch, and may even add half of the Quaternary Epoch. Compared with this, what is a key that will not be corroded?

Danitz was choked, the smile at the corner of his mouth twitched, and it took seven or eight seconds before he knew how to say:

"Anyway, that's not the point."

"For some unknown reason, the news of this key was leaked, but it happened to meet the limelight of the Death God document in the hands of the 'Lieutenant General of Disease', which led many people to believe that this was the legendary 'Death God Key', which is the one in the document. The one recorded!"

"Because this key and document involved four pirate generals, our captain has been under a lot of pressure recently, so I had to end my vacation early and prepare to return to the ship to help, in case those lunatics who are crazy about treasures do What an outrageous thing."

Speaking of this, Danitz deliberately glanced at Gehrman, as if to point out that the adventurer in front of him was also a member of the lunatic.

"Stupid." Feeling Danitz's gaze, Klein calmly commented.

Of course he didn't believe it was the key of the **** of death, much less that it was a coincidence that the appearance of the **** of death document and the news of the key collided.

Combined with the internal information given by "The Hanged Man" before, this is likely to be a smoke bomb thrown by "Lieutenant General Disease" who was hunted down by the Church of the Storm and was severely injured and diverted his attention to protect himself.

But considering the reactions of other pirate generals, he has reason to suspect that the document thrown out as a smoke bomb may be true, and it may really record some secrets about the **** of death, so it can cause a sufficiently sensational chain reaction .

However, this may be an opportunity to act. If you can get the document from troubled waters, maybe it will help Mr. Azik to retrieve more memories... After thinking calmly, UU read www.uukanshu. com Klein tapped the table with his fingers rhythmically, looked up, and stared at Danitz.

What's wrong?

Danitz, who was suddenly stared at, felt a chill in his heart, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more because of his guilty conscience.

I didn't tell a lie just now, I just concealed some things, and this lunatic didn't do divination. Even if he knew that I was trying to divert his attention, he shouldn't be right after getting this kind of news for free. Am I losing my temper?

"So where is that document now?" Klein said calmly, suppressing his thoughts.

Phew... Seeing that he was not exposed, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief.

"How do I know, 'Admiral of Blood' and 'Admiral Hell' offered bounties at sea but they couldn't find them. They caught a few pirate ships that used to be attached to 'Lieutenant Admiral Disease' and didn't ask them out. They only knew that A document is kept on the Black Death."

"The exact location is estimated that you can only ask if you find the missing 'Lieutenant General'."

Danitz thought for a while, fearing that Gehrman would be persistent, he added:

"In short, Lieutenant General of Disease should not have brought that document with her. Her last whereabouts were broken in the private port controlled by the Bayam natives, and so was the Black Death. Maybe there will be clues there."

The news of the literature appeared that shortly after the disappearance of "Lieutenant General Disease" and the Black Death together, the Bayam natives had a possible clue and a fact recognized by other interested people... Klein briefly sorted out the truth. The meaning in Niz's words, the fingers tapped on the table heavily, which made Danitz's heart tremble with fright.

He suddenly evoked a terrifying smile that terrified Danitz, and said in a low voice:

"Very well, I am very satisfied with your information."

"you're free."