Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 57 Huh, two Ragnar

"Who is this?" Blatt and his companion asked in surprise.

“Sheriff Ragnar, hehe…” Anser deliberately changed his voice, and it actually sounded quite similar.

This is a first-stage illusion disguise technique, also known as self-disguise. The body shape is fake, and the armor and giant axe are also illusory.

But to see through his illusion, one must first become suspicious, study his appearance and behavior, and then pass the intelligence (investigation) test.

Since the dead can talk, let the slave traders be fools and drag the incompetent sheriff down with them.

It doesn't matter if I get caught; it's just an experiment anyway.

"I'm leaving." He put on his hood and tiptoed downstairs.

The first floor was dimly lit, and the person on duty was a male elf waiter. He looked puzzled when he saw Anser's back, but did not stop him or check him.

Anser walked toward the northwest bay, with gray eagles circling overhead.

The sea area where the Conch Ship is located is very remote, with no docks nearby and dim lighting, which must have been deliberately chosen.

Twenty or thirty minutes later, he arrived at the beach. It was very quiet. There were no birds, no human voices, only the dark seawater.

The moon was dim tonight, and the sea was dark. I could only vaguely see a large dark shadow in the distance. For some reason, the Conch Ship did not turn on its lights.

'Are you trying to run away?'

Anser took off his shoes and carefully tucked them behind a few pebbles, then placed his hand on his wand at his waist.

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He felt an itch on his cheeks, hands, and feet. When he raised his hands, he saw his skin moving rapidly and secreting a kind of mucus. His fingers stretched out and grew webs in the middle.

The webbed feet are even more exaggerated, covering the soles and heels, flat, wide, and soft at the distal end.

This is the aquatic adaptation state of the Transformation Technique.

'The style is a bit scary.' He touched the gills that stretched from behind his ear to his chin, feeling bewildered.

After a moment of adjustment, he leaped into the bay with a splash.

Before going into the water, he was filled with trepidation, but after getting in, all his anxiety vanished, and he felt as at home as if he were at ease.

There was no feeling of being confined or restricted; movements were free and unrestrained. Just as one wanted to swim forward, the body would dart out like a fish, fluid and natural, as if one were born a marine creature.

He was worried about not being able to swim across, but now it seems like he's just taking a walk. Before he's even had a chance to enjoy the experience, he's already swum two or three kilometers.

If there's a downside, it's that you can't see well underwater. He doesn't have dark vision, so he doesn't dare to use his full strength. If he accidentally crashes into a reef, he'll be laughed at.

The sea was very dark. He quietly surfaced to determine his location, then dived back down.

A few minutes later, he came to a huge dark shadow, surfaced along the anchor chain, and looked up to see the words "Conch Ship".

He listened intently, hearing the sound of waves crashing around him, and faint conversations emanating from the deck.

'Let's climb up the anchor chain; it'll save us a trick step.'

He actually wanted to cast a cloud spell or a darkness spell to cover himself, but the awkward thing was that both of these spells and the transformation spell required him to maintain his focus. Once cast, the transformation spell, which lasted for an hour, would be interrupted.

As long as the transformation spell is not interrupted, the magical effects can be switched at any time, such as changing one's appearance or growing natural weapons like claws.

Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly noticed something unusual underwater and was startled.

Before he could react, bubbles appeared on the surrounding sea, and four human heads emerged from the water one after another.

Anser's nerves tensed instantly, and he almost unleashed his Shadow Steps—a scenario he hadn't anticipated even after rehearsing it several times. He hadn't expected it, and the four people were naturally caught off guard as well. However, when they saw Anser, their expressions remained calm, as if they weren't surprised at all.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense when Anser made eye contact with a man with a full head of dreadlocks.

Ragnar!
Two Ragnars!
'This is bad!' Anser felt a chill run down his spine. The imposter had run into the real deal. What a coincidence!

The two Ragnars looked at each other, while the other three watched silently. But they soon realized who the imposter was.

Illusion is just illusion; it has no physical properties. It's easy to tell when seawater flows through it, and besides, what normal person would carry a giant axe into the water?

Will it be able to float to the surface?

"Shh—" Anser raised his webbed fingers and put them to his lips, making a gesture of quiet.

Ragnar and his three companions exchanged glances. One of the handsome men secretly pointed to his nail plate with his grappling hook, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Anser nodded vigorously, secretly relieved. He was right; the other party had the same goal as him and was not an enemy.

Since that's the case, we have a basis for cooperation. He's mainly here for the experience.

Ragnar glared at him fiercely, raised his hand in a gesture of encirclement, signaling everyone to launch a simultaneous attack.

Her three companions nodded and quietly circled the ship's side, looking for a place to board.

Their experience in stealth was clearly greater than Anser's; they almost all carried grappling hooks or climbing tools with them.

With a splash, Ragnar flicked a string of water droplets at Anser, then pointed upwards, indicating that he should go first, clearly distrusting him.

Anser didn't trust them either and never let his guard down. He waited until Ragnar was far away before deactivating "aquatic adaptation" and carefully climbing up the anchor chain.

Due to the presence of ocean currents, the anchor chain was almost taut and quite thick, but the surface was slippery and a bit difficult to climb, but this did not deter him.

After reaching the bottom of the anchor chain hole, he paused for a few seconds, used the momentum to jump, grabbed the ship's side, and after confirming that no one was nearby, he climbed onto the deck.

【The Conch】If it doesn't have a light on, no one can see it, and the crew on board are also completely in the dark; they can't see anything unless they get close.

Anser hid behind the winch, stretched out his hands, and as magic flowed, his arms quickly grew thicker, his palms grew larger and thicker, and sharp claws that were more than ten centimeters long grew out, gleaming with a metallic luster, and with cold scales, they looked like a pair of dragon claws.

Without waiting for Ragnar, he walked barefoot and crouched down along the ship's side towards the stern.

After walking only a few steps, I saw a blurry figure from behind. Judging from the attire, it should be a crew member of the Conch.

He slowed his breathing and pace, approaching stealthily, and then suddenly attacked. His right claw gripped the other's neck like a chicken, easily piercing the throat and blood vessels. With a cracking sound, the neck bone was crushed.

[...Target dead, gain 18 combat experience]

"What's that sound?" Another figure emerged from the darkness ahead.

Anser was startled and was about to rush forward when he heard a whooshing sound and the figure fell to the ground.

He took two quick steps, reached out and grabbed the corpse, gently laying it down. Only then did he see that a hand axe was embedded in the man's forehead.

A thick, muscular hand reached out, stepped on his head, and forcefully pulled the hand axe out.

"Tsk..." Ragnar made a strange sound, glanced at him, and took small steps forward.

Anser pursed his lips, not annoyed, released the corpse in his hand, shook the blood off his claws, and followed behind her with small steps.

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