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Chapter 461 Night Crow Harbor [I] (It’s the end of the month, please give me a monthly ticket, thank you)

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The black-robed man stopped talking before he could finish.

The five fingers under the white lace gloves that were pinching his neck suddenly tightened, and the sharp fingertips pierced the skin and embedded deeply into the flesh.

The crisp sound of bones breaking exploded in the humid air of the sewer.

The man in black robe paused for a moment with his weathered, bearded and fanatical face under his hood.

A pair of eyes gradually widened due to congestion.

The last dead and gray picture was reflected in the pupils that were forever frozen and dilated.

It was the indifferent face of the girl in front of him and her pair of weird vertical pupils like those of a cold-blooded animal.

Bang!
He casually threw the black-robed man with a broken neck to the side with a sound.

Do it all.

The vertical pupils in the girl's eyes faded and disappeared, turning back into their original emerald green pupils.

The powerful aura on his body also quickly fell.

The body shook slightly.

If he hadn't held onto the stone wall of the pipe in time, he might have fallen to the ground.

There was a pause.

She seemed to have finally recovered.

However, most of the blood color on the originally fair face had faded, and it became even paler.

"I'm really not used to this kind of weak body."

She whispered to herself.

at this time.

She paused.

I saw.

The mission information belonging to the Samsara Book House appeared before his eyes.

Wait until you have finished reading the task information.

Her expression changed slightly.

"To hunt down a main god and look directly at the source of the supernatural...does it require the practice of this world's supernatural system?"

The girl is Suta.

She watched as the information about Samsara Book House faded and disappeared.

He frowned.

Obviously, the message of Samsara Book House is already very clear.

This world excludes other forces.

If you want to achieve extraordinary things, you can only take the extraordinary path of this world.

It's like needing to be rebuilt.

However, as a true God, she has enough confidence in this regard.

Even if I rebuild it, I won't be any weaker than others.

The only ones to worry about are the other managers.

Think of this.

She glanced across the entire sewer.

When she came in, what caught her eye was the flickering candlelight and the mottled stone walls.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was tied up and sacrificed by a group of cultists.

The native who took over the body was not just an ordinary person.

She is still a rich lady who has never been involved in housework.

If she hadn't used special means to temporarily stimulate the power of this body, she would have died at the hands of these people.

Think of this result.

Her expression became even gloomier.

As a powerful person at the level of a true god, she was almost killed by a group of ant-like things. It was simply a shame. How could she not be shocked and angry?

In the past, if she had cursed these people, along with their blood relatives, she would have killed them all.

Unfortunately, this is obviously not possible in today's situation.

Even though she killed these people.

But it also came at a huge cost.

Think about this.

Smelling the rust and sulfur in the air.

She raised her hand. Her arm was so slender and long that one could even see the blue veins on it.

only.

With the help of the flickering torch light.

If you look closely you will find it.

The originally tight skin gradually became loose, and even dark spots appeared.

This is due to the drastic consumption of the lifespan of this body.

Just a moment ago.

The lifespan of this body will be at least fifty years.

Calculated based on the average lifespan of organisms in this era.

It is estimated that it will take less than one or two years.

However, this is not an unsolvable problem for Suta.

As long as one can step into the realm of transcendence before that, the problem can be solved and make up for the lifespan consumed by this body.

Fortunately.

Killing these people was not without gain.

It seems that some of the people in front of him are involved in the extraordinary powers of this world.

Think of this.

She bent down and began to feel around these people.

Not long after, he obtained a parchment scroll from the black-robed man who was the leader and whom he had killed.

After opening.

There are strings of strange, densely packed words above that look like tadpole script.

In the center is a pentagram with three circular tracks drawn around it.

There are also special annotations for each array track.

However, the only problem is that these characters are not any characters known to the original body.

She couldn't understand it at all.

At this time.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from the sewer entrance in the distance.

Although she is just a mortal at this moment.

But his perception of the surroundings is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

I noticed this immediately.

He casually put the parchment close to his body and into his underwear.

Then he walked to a corpse and smeared some blood on his body.

Then, he lay down on one side and pretended to be unconscious.

Not long after.

Several agents in dark blue uniforms stepped into the dim sewer, the metallic luster of the flintlock rifles on their waists flickered slightly under the torches.

"Seven Gods above..."

Stay close.

The leading agent stopped suddenly and his pupils shrank suddenly.

What came into view was a bloody slaughterhouse, with corpses lying everywhere and blood flowing like streams between the damp rocks.

But what shocked them was not the death itself, but the identity of the dead.

"These are all bastards from the Tide Church..."

At the side, a young agent spoke with a strange look on his face.

They had been tracking this group of cultists for half a month, but they didn't expect it to end like this.

Is it an internal conflict? Or is it a requirement of some ritual?

"and many more!"

At this time.

The only female agent on the team suddenly leaned forward, and the firelight illuminated the corner.

I saw a girl as pale as porcelain lying quietly on the side.

What's weird is that the girl's skin is loose and her hair is withered, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

"This is Clos, the second daughter of the Leo family..."

The female detective looked hesitant.

It seemed that he recognized the girl's identity.

"However, although I don't know how he survived, it looks like he lost some of his vitality due to the power of the ritual."

Speaking of it.

There was a glimmer of pity in her eyes as she looked at Suta.

And this time.

Suta also pretended to have just woken up from a coma.

"You...who are you?"

Suta pretended to be frightened, his face pale as he took a half step back, his back against the cold wall.

Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her eyes wandered between these uninvited guests.

The leading federal agent made a soothing gesture, and the female agent next to him understood and took a step forward.

"Ms. Chris, please don't be afraid."

She lowered her voice deliberately.

Seems to be quite experienced in this area.

“We are FBI agents. Can you tell us what is going on here?”

As the female agent spoke, she pulled out an ID from her inner pocket. The metal badge flashed a cold light under the light.

She maintained a perfect distance so as not to make the victim feel oppressed, while also being able to take timely measures.

"I...I don't know. I woke up here and my head hurts!"

Suta covered her head with her hands, her face full of pain, her shoulders trembling, looking like a frightened girl.

See this.

The female agent glanced at the captain beside her.

"She must be disturbed by the ritual. Take her away from here first!"

The man frowned upon seeing this and spoke.

……

The morning mist covered the cobblestone streets of Oak Town like a gauze soaked in milk.

Over time.

The eastern sky was just beginning to turn gray, like an oyster shell.

The wooden windows in the town began to creak one after another.

All you see are rows of sloping-roofed wooden houses.

The oak signs looked like oiled parchment in the morning mist.

now.

There is a pub near the road.

The sign next to the door showed a dagger stuck in a wine barrel.

There was a line of handwriting below: Rusty Sword and Oak Barrel.

This is a pub open all day.

At this moment, at the bar, a girl with long flaxen hair was supporting her face with her hands, her head drooping from time to time.

Her hair was scattered in her arms, and the morning light shone through the window pane, casting fine shadows under her eyelashes. She seemed to be dozing off.

At this moment, the wooden curtain at the door was lifted by an arm.

Ding dong!

The wind chimes nearby also made a slight sound.

The woman who was dozing off was startled.

He shook his head and stood up quickly.

Look towards the door.

"welcome!"

In her sight.

A strong figure strode in.

This is a man with red hair and red eyes.

He is tall, with red hair like burning flames, and his eyes are an even deeper dark red.

His leather armor was stained with night dew and the soles of his boots were muddy, obviously he had walked for quite a long time at night.

You know, it's not safe in the wild at night.

Able to travel at night.

My own strength is definitely not weak.

The girl made this judgment in her heart.

At this time.

The man glanced around the tavern lobby, where morning light slanted in through the grease-covered windows.

The mess on the ground was clearly visible.

There were human figures and wine bottles scattered all over the place.

These people are all drunks with hangovers.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of bad ale, sweat, and vomit.

On the side, two waiters had already started cleaning.

"Give me something to eat and find a quiet place."

The man said casually.

Then he reached out and slapped a silver lion on the bar.

"The rest is your tip!"

The girl's eyes lit up!
He picked up the silver lion and examined it.

After confirming it is correct.

The smile on his face was more sincere.

"Diwen, my dear brother, don't sleep, help me take a look first!"

She reached out and patted the young man who was sleeping beside her.

Then she looked at the man.

There was a hint of humility in his tone.

"Dear guest, we have a private compartment here, please follow me."

Then she led the man up the stairs.

The wooden steps made a slight sound under my feet.

During this period.

The girl was also introducing the situation here to the man.

This pub has three floors.

The ground floor is a communal dining area, and upstairs is an area for individual dining.

As for the upper floors, they are guest rooms rented out to business travelers.

soon.

The man was taken to a cubicle and sat down.

The girl took out a book that looked like a menu and handed it to the man.

After the man finished ordering.

The girl was getting ready to leave.

But he was stopped by the man.

"By the way, I need to go to Night Crow Port. Is there a convoy going there?"

Thanks to the generous tip given by the man.

The girl seemed to be in a good mood.

There was no hesitation on the question.

"Heading to Night Crow Port? You can go to Old Bute and ask him. Just walk to the end and turn right and it's there..."

She stretched out her hand and gestured to the man.

However, halfway through the gesture, she thought of the generous tip the man gave her.

"How about this, if you need it, I can take you there personally without charging any extra tip."

She added this at the end.

"Thank you very much!"

The man nodded.

Watch the other person's back as he leaves.

Look back.

He took a sip of Oak Town's unique oak ale.

Suddenly.

A refreshing taste of alcohol blooms in the mouth.

It makes one's spirit shocked.

The red-haired man was none other than himself.

It was Hu Qi who left Huiye Village.

After leaving the village.

He came all the way to Oak Town.

However, his destination this time was not Oak Town.

But it is Night Crow Port, hundreds of miles away from here.

According to Ired's description, he inherited the Pyrotechnician's professional system in Night Crow Harbor.

As a prosperous seaport city, Night Crow Port's trade is far beyond the reach of other regions.

It is extremely prosperous.

The more prosperous the city, the more people there are.

There are also a large number of professionals gathered here.

There are many circles for communication among folk professionals.

And Ired happened to enter one of them, and then he stepped into the extraordinary world and became a professional.

However, the career path of the pyrotechnician.

All Irid knew was the Sequence 9 Arsonist and the Sequence 8 Pyre Officer.

As for whether Sequence Seven above exists or not, it is still unclear.

Professionals have different paths.

There are naturally certain differences in the upper limits that can be achieved.

It is estimated that this professional pyrotechnicist will not go far.

therefore.

Hu Qi was not prepared to rely on the so-called burning man.

For him, mastering the power of the Pyro-Torturer was just a way to temporarily increase his strength.

He plans to further collect more relevant information about professionals in order to conduct more accurate screening.

Then decide which career path you want to take.

To achieve this goal, it is crucial to acquire more knowledge about the occult, and Night Raven Port is undoubtedly the best place to obtain this knowledge.

Because there are more professionals there.

These thoughts flashed through my mind.

Not long after.

The food was served, including hot dogs, bread, steaks, fresh milk...

Hu Qi broke the baguette into several pieces, revealing the snow-white and fluffy texture inside.

He picked up a piece of bread and dipped it into the milk.

The crispy outer crust of the bread soaks up the milk, but the inner core remains flexible.

When it was lifted up, a drop of milk slowly slid down the edge of the golden bread.

The moment you take a bite, you first taste the crispy outer shell soaked in milk flavor, and then the dense and moist inner core melts on the tip of your tongue.

The warm milky aroma is wrapped in the sweetness of honey, and the mellowness of almonds is mixed with the fragrance of malt.

Hu Qi couldn't help but slow down his chewing.

"It tastes pretty good. Although it can't be compared to the Chinese food on Blue Star, it's still okay to eat it occasionally to change the taste."

He commented like this.

For Hu Qi.

In addition to improving his strength, his greatest hobby is tasting delicacies from all over the world.

Soon.

Hu Qi finished eating the food on the table.

The food wasn't much.

But this is already a bit too much for this body.

After all, this body was too thin before.

If you haven't had a full meal and suddenly overeat, it is not good for your body.

This requires a gradual process.

after that.

Under the leadership of the flaxen girl.

Came to a courtyard.

Dozens of freight carriages were neatly parked inside the blue-gray stone wall, with their frames piled high with thick oak logs.

The wood was bundled together and exuded a faint resinous aroma.

Some drivers were busy doing final checks.

Oak Town, that’s why it’s called Oak Town.

Of course it’s because there are oak forests here.

Oak was the most popular and expensive wood of this era.

Its corrosion resistance.

It can be used to build warships and merchant ships, and as beams for building churches and castles.

It was the favorite building material of the nobles.

The older the year, the more precious it is.

The final destination of these timber shipments is Night Crow Port.

The person in charge here, Old Bute, is not old. He is a man in his forties with a broad frame, muscular body and a serious face.

His short gray hair was like a steel brush and there was an old scar on his left cheek.

He wore an oil-stained cowhide vest and had a hatchet and a wineskin on his waist.

At first, the other party refused Hu Qi's idea of ​​hitchhiking.

After all, who would want to carry a burden for no reason?
In this regard.

Hu Qi just slowly took out a few silver lions from his arms and waved them in the sun.

See this.

Old Bute's tense and serious face suddenly melted like spring snow, and his tightly furrowed brows stretched into attentive wrinkles.

He even generously gave up a horse to Hu Qi for transportation.

(End of this chapter)