Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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In the waters of the Rhoside Islands, in a small port with a fishing village, the bottom cabin of the "Future".

Frank Lee rolled up his cuffs, crossed his arms, and carefully examined the pieces of pork in front of him.

These pork meats are full in color, evenly fat and thin, and the meat is delicate, with traces of green and brown in some parts. In the red flesh part, if you look carefully, there are unique vein-like veins.

Frank reached out and touched it, pinched it, and squeezed it. The pork was juicy but not bloody.

Mr. Frank, who has been given the honorific title of "Plenty" by the Aurora Society and some people in Silver City, looked at the piece of pork up and down, then looked around again and saw that the cabin was full of formed pork and green pork. , unformed pork, white fat and pork that has not yet been picked and begun to sprout, he said to the "artisan" Sharf beside him:

"Yes, this experiment has made progress again. Thanks to you for reminding me that 'you don't have to let the whole pig grow', just let the edible parts of the pig grow."

“Not only does this shorten the growing time, it also allows me to concentrate the nutrients on the meat.”

"I used pork and plant cells for fusion culture. Both items are not offensive, do not have other effects, and do not produce biotoxins. With the previous experimental cases of apples and chickens, this time I finally got the correct answer. route."

"It is said that those hungry people have already obtained basic life support through mushrooms, so they can then pursue the taste, variety and texture of food... I am thinking that sometimes, I go to the wilderness in order to fill my stomach. , it is too troublesome to carry dry food or hunt wild animals. If you can carry this gene and directly cultivate yourself or other things as a petri dish, wouldn't it save a lot of trouble?"

"Uh, how does it taste?"

Beside him, "artisan" Sharf was using a frying pan with a complex expression, putting a cut piece of mature pork in the pan and frying it together with onions. His appearance has changed dramatically from when he first escaped from Intis. The heavy work left him no time to pursue gorgeous clothes and exquisite food. It also made his body quickly become stronger and looked much healthier.

After being sent to work with Frank Lee, on a pirate ship that was overly masculine and had no women to pursue, his image was that of chasing pirates. He had a messy beard, deep dark circles under his eyes, and hair that hadn't been washed in weeks. It was tied around the back of the head in a greasy mess.

Frank came over and watched the pork being wrapped in bread crumbs and fried until golden brown on both sides. Then Sharf cut it open with a kitchen knife. The muscle texture inside the cut surface was clear and beautiful, and the juice oozed out when squeezed slightly. It looked incomparable. tasty.

The room was filled with aroma, and even Sharf, who had witnessed the whole process of the birth of pork, had to swallow his saliva.

Frank happily took away a piece of pork chop with his fork, held it with one hand, and took a hard bite: "It smells very good...it also tastes very good. I have never eaten higher-end pork chops. What do you think?" ?”

"...According to your taste, taste and cost, you can open a big restaurant in Trier."

Sharf also ate the other half of the piece, and he was even a little bit unsatisfied. He felt delicious and happy in this piece of pork, as if he had seen the wonderful life he had before leaving Trier, so much so that he looked at the other pieces of pork. Also became greedy.

He has been working with Frank for a while, and he has seen apples that can run on the ground and bark, mushrooms that can eat people and monsters, and produce milk, fish, and beef, and mushrooms that can automatically grow as long as they are watered. Beef-flavored mashed potatoes that have been multiplied about three times, and wheat cows that are being cultivated. In comparison, plant-based pork is so harmless that it makes people want to cry.

"Let's do this, study and observe for a while, and give it to other people on the ship to try it to see if there will be any side effects due to race, physique, and route. If it is safe, then you can contact Mr. .”

The texture and taste are better than expected, but the simplest cooking method is still extremely delicious. Frank also resisted the urge to have another piece. Unfortunately, the pork in front of him was still a product of the laboratory, a precious sample, and he could not eat more.

He couldn't help but fantasize: "It would be great if I could obtain some spiritual power from the 'Singer' path through Mr. It's a pity that the captain said that Ms. D has found a job near her home and will not be a guest on the "Future" again in a short time..."

"By the way, Frank, why don't you try making something else?"

Sharf had a sudden thought:

“Since you cultivators can crossbreed plants and animals, can you make guns and ammunition grow out of the ground?”

"Weapons are the product of war and sacrifice, not a symbol of fertility." Frank shook his head, "I heard the captain say that the high sequence of your 'generalists' will directly make the entire land lose its vitality and absorb the power of the land to create Creating an alchemical golem is a blasphemy to the earth and the harvest, but you are my friend and I will not let you return to the earth."

Sharf rubbed his arms and raised this question because the improvement task assigned to him by the Pilgrim Sect had not yet been completed, and the factory was saying that the supply of spiritual thermal weapons was in short supply. But Frank said this, and he had to give up this lazy idea:

"Let's not talk about that, let's talk about the improvement direction of plant-based pork."

"No problem! I have an idea. Next, should we try to make the pork chops grow directly from the ground?"

"...Forget it, not everyone likes pork chops, and it may cause waste. The current pork is already very good. ..."

Some crew members were also attracted by the fragrance emanating from the lower cabin. Although Frank has gradually introduced many safer, more harmless, and healthier products, no one will be surprised after seeing the mushrooms and potatoes growing all over the decks and corridors. There is so much interest in them, not to mention the apples running around on the ground.

"Go and meet Frank?" the second mate sniffed the alluring aroma in the air and asked the others in a low voice.

"No hurry," the bosun replied, "it will definitely appear in the mess hall."

At this time, somewhere outside the fishing village, green vines retracted rapidly, as if they were growing upside down.

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya walked out, her eyes dark purple mixed with silver.

The illusory whispers from the "Hidden Sage" were still echoing in her ears, but they were no longer as unbearable as before. What she could see were countless wandering figures with indescribable shapes, like a thick layer of shadows. The curtain is an invisible line of sight cast from nowhere.

Compared with before, she could vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtain, and she could already see the moons of different colors in the sky. They were either blood red, silvery white, dark brown, or blue, like a moon. Eyes that only look at the earth.

Cattleya's mind buzzed, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look again.

She has relied on analyzing the blood of the "Snake of Destiny" to complete the ritual, obtain divinity, and become Sequence 4 of the "Peeper" path, a "mysticologist"!

However, she remembered that the Queen once warned her:

Among all Sequence 4 of the twenty-two paths, "occultist" is the "profession" that is most likely to be in danger, because it is often possible to see things you shouldn't see, hear sounds you shouldn't hear, and touch things you shouldn't. The secret to touch.

Therefore, if a "occultist" wants to live a long life, he must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his corresponding behavior.

Taking off the heavy glasses clipped to her clothes, Cattleya put them on the bridge of her nose, but the various things she saw in her eyes that did not belong to the real world did not disappear.

She twitched her lips half in self-mockery and half in satisfaction, understanding that this item could no longer seal her prying eyes.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them. The pair of eyes were already dark, and there was no longer the mysterious deep purple and silver.

Huh... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the "Future", as if she just got off the ship and took a walk.

She did not intend to spread the news that she had become a demigod, nor did she intend to quickly become the third king of the sea. For her, this was one of her trump cards in a dangerous world that she would not throw away easily.

And now, she finally has the qualifications to contact the survivors of "Element Dawn", and finally has the capital to cooperate...

Suddenly, her spirituality vibrated violently, and the "Hidden Sage"'s already weakened and almost inaudible murmur suddenly became louder, surrounding her, as if there was a distant voice hidden in the layers. After the babble.

Cattleya instinctively felt that if she could listen to just a few words of that voice, her "occultist" potion would definitely be able to digest most of it in a short time, but it was this knowledge that made her even more frightened. The ancient call seemed to travel through time and space, coming from an extremely remote and empty place. Cattleya, who had just been promoted to spiritual instability, was horrified. She chanted in a low voice almost at the same time:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

After reciting the honorable name, before the call echoing in the wilderness reached Cattleya's ears, the red light swallowed her up like a tide.

The second before the astral body went to the gods, Cattleya turned her head and saw that the blue of the sea and the silver of the sky were boiling violently like boiling water. The sea level at the end of the field of vision fluctuated, and there was an unprecedented tsunami. is brewing.

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North Sunia Sea, on the "Blue Avenger".

The ghost ship from the Fourth Age was thrown up and down in the huge waves like hills. Alger Wilson lifted his feet off the ground and floated behind the window of the captain's cabin. He tried his best to spread his spirituality and stabilize the ship.

A huge wave hit, and the hull of the "Blue Avenger" tilted dangerously. Then the wind roared on the side of the tilt, and an extremely unpleasant song came from the wind, which forced the ghost ship to right itself again.

But a few unlucky sailors still fell into the sea and were swallowed up by the huge waves without saying a word. Alger was already covered in water, not only from the torrential rain of sea water, but also from brushes with death time and time again. Resulting in cold sweats.

He had already digested part of the "Ocean Singer" potion and was barely holding on amid the tsunami. A week ago, he reported to the Church of Storms that he had exchanged his accumulated merits for a copy of the "Wind Blessed" potion and successfully consumed it. In other words, according to official information, his sequence had been raised to 6. Of course, He had to digest the "Wind Blessed One" potion again, but this was not difficult.

Even after becoming a Sequence 5, Alger only had a chance to breathe during the natural disaster, and without this hidden promotion, he would most likely have been destroyed!

The remaining sailors tied themselves tightly to the boat and prayed loudly to the Lord of the Storm in the wind and waves, but their prayers did not receive the mercy of the gods. The former "sea-blessed" and "wind-blessed" people Just like ordinary people who encountered wind and waves, all of them, without exception, felt the violence of the ocean and sky. Even if they are sailors and can move freely in the sea, it will not help. With such big waves and such a crazy sea, even if Alger, the "singer of the ocean," jumps, he might be swept up by the sea water and hit a rock and be shattered to pieces. !

The sky was gloomy, the sun disappeared, and only silvery lightning illuminated the world.

Lightning illuminated the huge waves, and for a moment, Alger had the illusion that he was in a place abandoned by God.

He had not lost his way. There was a port dozens of kilometers away, but he was not sure whether he could get there alive with the Blue Avenger, and he was even less sure whether the island was still there. According to the current situation, that island The island should have been swallowed up!

At this moment, Alger suddenly felt a cold and terrifying aura crawling up his back, like a cold snake crawling against his spine. Alger's hair stood on end. He saw it, he saw the depth of it. The blackness at the bottom spread from the end of the field of vision and from his back. Wherever it passed, the sky turned into the gate of the underworld. Huge skeletons and countless babies' hands rose from the sea, and an extremely huge old steamship As if sailing from another world, shadowy spirits are hovering above, and countless illusory human figures come and go.

The hull was rusty, with countless barnacles and shellfish growing on it, and waterweed crawling around every corner.

The sculpture on the bow of the ship has no head, like a decapitated person. Lightning once again illuminates the sky. Several Rune characters written in blood are faintly visible under the layers of sea creatures——

"Laurel"!

"The Sinking Laurel"!

Countless relevant information flashed through Alger's mind instantly.

This ship was sent to the Balam Empire during the colonial period...

This ship plundered a large amount of property, and apparently took a safe route, but in the end it mysteriously sank in the violent sea and could not be salvaged...

Judging from the perspective of occultism, combined with the information given by the Tarot Club, it is probably that too many spiritual items related to the "God of Death" were plundered, so that they resonated with the power of the "God of Death" in the violent sea, leading to the sinking...

So, now that the ship has resurfaced, who salvaged it and who is driving it?

Alger felt that his vitality was rapidly decreasing. He finally no longer cared about hiding his strength or the other people on the "Blue Avenger". He immediately closed his eyes and prayed in his heart:

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

The moment he was swallowed up by the red light, Alger saw the undead ship sailing towards him with boundless darkness. His crew members were all caught in the darkness by the entangled vines and the arms of babies in panic. , and he fell from the boat and his body fell into the sea.

TBC

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Double update.