How to become a mermaid

Chapter 344 Shaman Lair Goo~
The next day, early in the morning.

As soon as it was daybreak, Shamanlear got up and was fully armed and ready to go to the Moni.

He is going to get his magic conch and find where Edwin is.

Since that guy has come to provoke us arrogantly, they can't be too passive.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win the final victory.

"Boom!" After poking the ski stick on the ground a few times to test the feel, Shamanlael pushed open the door of the igloo.

To his surprise, Caesar was just outside the door, as if he wanted to knock on the door.

"Little fish, my... this one has grown!" Caesar was so excited that he kept gesturing on top of his head.

His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and he didn't look like he woke up early in the morning, but he didn't sleep all night.

"Could you have stayed up all night until now, just waiting for your hair to grow?" Seeing this, Samantel asked in surprise.

"Hush...can't say it!" Hearing him say the word long hair, Caesar put his finger on his lips and hissed twice, and looked around like a thief, a little worried that other fish would hear him.

Seeing his sneaky movements, Shaman Lair rolled his eyes helplessly, and said, "Okay! I see, I still have important things to do today, so get out of the way first!"

Hearing this sentence, Caesar looked at Shamanlael's sleigh car, and found that he seemed to be well equipped today, and seemed to be going on a long journey, so he asked, "What are you going to do?"

"It's nothing, I need to go back to the boat for something!" Saying that, Shamanlael pushed the wooden stick in his hand, ready to slide away at any time.

"Can I... go with you?" Caesar blinked, expectant in his eyes.

"No!" Shamanleir turned his head and refused in a flat tone.

"Oh..." The expectant expression on Caesar's face suddenly disappeared.

Seeing his dejected look, Shamanlael shook his head helplessly, pushed the wooden stick in his hand, and slid on the snow.

"Hu~~"

Accompanied by the howling wind, his figure gradually faded away.

Just when Caesar turned around in disappointment and was about to return to his igloo to sleep, a vague voice came from a distance:
"I never look back when I'm skating forward, even if someone is following me behind me, I can't see it!"

Shamanleir is hinting that he will not take the initiative to take Caesar to see Alicia, but Caesar can follow!

As for what to do after arriving in the ice cave, that's up to Caesar himself, anyway, it has nothing to do with Shamanlael!

Although Caesar wasn't very smart, he wasn't a fool anyway. His eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly drove his sleigh to follow.

……

Samantel returned to the familiar ice cave, and found his ship under the leadership of Zorro's three little pets.

Caesar's figure was far behind him, neither showing his head nor losing track, just quietly hiding in a crack in the ice and observing.

Thinking of meeting Alicia, he was a little nervous, swallowing his saliva, but he couldn't think of what to say later.

Glancing at the situation behind him from the corner of his eye, Shamanlael ignored Caesar and boarded the boat on his own.

He came early today, Alicia hadn't gotten up yet, and the little ones on the boat were also sleeping.

Shamanlael didn't wake them up, and came to the top cabin lightly.

Basically all his important things are kept in this room, and the magic conch is also here.

But he couldn't remember whether it was in the cabinet or the desk, so he opened the drawer of the desk first.

The first thing that catches the eye is a stack of letter paper, this grid is the place for Tibetan letters.

Shamanlell flipped through it casually, and found that there was a new letter from Boqi.

"It seems that it's really time for me to come back!" whispered to himself, and Shamanleer unfolded the letter paper.

[Dear son:

Now that we have left Puleje Atoll and discussed things with Leon, I finally have time to write to you!

Didn't I say that I want to tell you in detail what happened to us these days? Let me tell you, what happened is exciting!
It turns out... This Pulece Atoll was once ruled by a human cult called the Sacred Fire Sect. They really went too far and did a lot of unconscionable things...]

Porch wrote down the stories he heard from Leon in detail, and even added his own artistic processing, describing Plecean Atoll as a gloomy place where strangers should not approach.

Not only that, his letter also said that Moni's ship encountered the remnants of the Holy Fire Cult after it disappeared.

After nearly three pages of eloquent writing, Pochi finally finished explaining what happened.

The more Shamanel looked at it, the more frightened he became, and his brows were also frowned.

"What kind of conspiracy is this holy fire sect planning? It even hooked up with people on the mainland!"

Feeling uneasy, Shamanleir turned to the last page.

[Anyway... you must never come to Pletho Atoll in the future!If you see those suspected of the Holy Fire Sect, you should stay far away, and don't be targeted by them! 】

【Your Uncle Leon has already separated from us, but he didn't go back to his own Red Dragon Island, but went to the place where their dragons gather, saying that he wanted to inform other dragons of what happened here. 】

[The Mayan Empire seems to have copied the organs of many creatures in recent years, and has done a lot of small tricks secretly. Leon is going to join other victims to conduct further investigations on the Mayan Empire. 】

[It said that it might not be able to go back to Red Dragon Island for a while, and asked you to inform Ao Lei, if Ao Lei can't bear the loneliness by staying there, he can leave the island by himself and take a vacation for a period of time. 】

After reading all the contents of Pochi's letter, Shamanlear let out a long sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect Moni's disappearance to cause so many things. It seems that it's not just our situation here, it's also very lively over there!"

"Since Moni is back, why don't you ask him about Edwin's situation, maybe this guy is very famous in the human world!"

Saying that, Shamanlell picked up the pen and began to write back to Pochi.

He told Porch about Gigi and the mysterious man Edwin, but in order to avoid leaking the news, he hid Edwin's real purpose, only saying that the guy wanted to get an ancient potion formula from Zorro.

After answering the letter to Pochi, Samantel rummaged in the drawer again, and found the letter paper to contact Ole.

After telling Ole roughly what happened these days, Shamanlell folded all these letters and waited for their reply.

……

The magical conch was finally found in the cabinet, and it was placed under the cabinet with the mirage beads.

Even if it has not been used for many days, the surface of this conch is clean without any dust.

Taking the magical conch out of the cabinet, Samantel touched its smooth shell with his hand and said softly: "Sorry little conch, I have neglected you these days!"

"I need you to help me find someone now. His name is Edwin Jean Kendall."

"He is a human male, very old, and his voice is very hoarse..." While recalling Edwin's characteristics, he narrated the information to the magical conch.

After telling the magical conch all the news he knew about Edwin, he put the conch next to his ear, and found an open place to lie down and sleep.

After becoming a mermaid, Samantel basically never suffered from insomnia. Even in such a situation where he had already woken up, it took him no more than 3 minutes to fall asleep again.

"One fish, two fish, three fish... forty..."

As soon as the number of fish counted to forty, Samantel couldn't hold it anymore, his eyelids kept drooping, and he fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

……

"Cucko...coo..." A loud bird song echoed in Shamanleer's ears.

"Plop plop..." From time to time, there was the sound of flapping wings.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he had left the cabin and appeared on a square.

The warm morning sun fell on the fountain in the center of the square, sparkling with golden light.

"Haha! Come and catch me!" Four or five children of different heights were playing by the water with smiles on their faces.

The adults walked through the square with baskets full of vegetables in their hands, or tools such as hammers and scissors, as if they were anxious to start a new day's work.

"Dried dried shrimp bread, freshly baked dried dried dried rice bread! A limited-time special for three copper coins!"

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the morning news of the Mayan Empire!"

All kinds of cries came to the ears one after another.

Looking at the bustling scene in front of him and the crowds of people coming and going, Shamanleir blinked his eyes a little confused.

He is... where is he?
Except for the days when he was caught on the boat, this was the first time he had seen so many living human beings... It was so scary to see the fish!

Besides, with so many people, where is he going to find Edwin?

"Patta..." Just when Shamanleir was in a daze, a small piece of bread was thrown on the ground in front of his eyes.

"Plop, plop..." Before he could react, there was a rapid flapping of wings in his ears.

A few gray-white pigeons rushed up and divided up the piece of bread in two or three strokes.

Seeing the sudden appearance of these pigeons in front of him, Samantel turned his head and found that he really had a pair of white wings.

Oh...it turns out that he is now a pigeon waiting to be fed in the square!
"What a stupid pigeon, all your bread has been taken away!" Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded above Shamanlael's head.

"Googoo?" Hearing this voice, Samantel hurriedly raised his head, and saw an immature face appearing above his head.

This is a little boy about eleven or twelve years old, with a small cloth bag stuffed with newspapers on his side, and a piece of hard bread the size of a palm in his hand, gnawing on it eat.

His face was smeared with bread crumbs, he looked dirty, his ginger hair was also messed up, and his shoes were torn. He looked like a standard poor kid.

A little newsboy with great curiosity...

Sweeping over the boy, Samantel came to a conclusion.

Noticing that the pigeon turned into by Shaman Lair was looking at him, the little newsboy blinked, took another small piece from his own bread, and handed it to Shaman Lair's mouth.

"Stupid Pigeon, do you want to eat?"

"Cuckoo!" Who wants to eat this kind of thing!take away!

Looking at the piece of bread still stained with crystal saliva in front of him, Samantel turned his head away in disgust.

"Don't you want to eat it? This is freshly baked dried shrimp bread. It's delicious! If it wasn't for today's price reduction, I wouldn't even want to buy it!" Seeing him turn his head, the little newsboy passed the bread piece forward again.

"Plop, plop!" Sensing the excessive enthusiasm of the little newsboy, Shamanleir became a little impatient, and flapped his wings vigorously to express his protest.

I'm looking for the old man, you little brat don't bother me!

"You stupid pigeon, you won't eat anything you're offered!" The little newsboy was a little annoyed when he saw that Shaman Lair didn't appreciate it.

"I won't feed you anymore!" He took back his bread, and left angrily with his bag.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! Mayan Empire Morning Post!"

"Take a look, take a look!"

Soon, on the other side of the square, the sound of newsboys hawking was heard.

After looking at the newspaper boy for a while, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, Shamanlere looked back and paid attention to the crowd in the square.

Whenever an old man passed by, he flew over to take a look.

Since he had never seen Edwin with his own eyes, Shamanlael could only follow these old men until he heard the old man's name called out, or listened to the old man's words, and could identify whether he was Edwin by his voice.

To his dismay, he flew back and forth for hours, saw a group of Jacks, Mikes, and Tonys, and didn't see the Edwin he was looking for.

"Googoo?" Could it be that the magic conch made a mistake?
Samantel stood on the floor under the fountain, feeling a little suspicious for a moment.

"Stupid pigeon, why did I see you again!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came to mind.

Shamanlele turned his head bouncingly, and saw the little newspaper boy before.

His newspapers seemed to be almost sold out, and the cloth bag that was originally bulging became empty, only the somewhat torn newspaper in his hand remained.

The moment he saw the newsboy again, Shamanlaer suddenly had a flash of inspiration and realized it.

If he is in a certain game now, then there is usually an npc to guide him in this "quest" of finding people.

Everyone around was in a hurry and didn't even look at his pigeon. Only this newsboy passed by twice and came to provoke him every time.

This can only explain one problem, this little boy is the key person for him to find Edwin!

"Cuckoo!" Thinking of this, Shamanlaer called out twice enthusiastically, and flew to the shoulder of the little newsboy with fluttering wings.

Quick, take me to Edwin!
Caught off guard by Samantel who jumped onto his shoulder, the little newsboy showed a surprised expression on his face.

"Stupid pigeon? What do you want?"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his face changed drastically, and he began to shake his shoulders vigorously, "Don't shit on me, get off!"

However, Shamanlael's claws were tightly grasped, and he refused to get off him.

"Get off!" shouted the newsboy.

"Cuckoo!" Take me to Edwin!

"Go down!"

"Goo!" I refused!

One person and one pigeon were deadlocked for a while, and even the people around noticed the situation here, and they kept glancing here with snickering expressions on their faces.

"Look, the boy is dancing with the pigeons!"

"Look at how stupid he is! You can't just tear the pigeon off with your hands!"

Under the discussion of the crowd, the little newsboy's face became more and more red.

In the end, he threw in the towel.

Pulling his somewhat messy jacket, the little newsboy grumbled to Shamanleer on his shoulder with a sad face, "I admit defeat, you can pull it if you want, I'll just go back and do the laundry!"

(End of this chapter)