"Damn mortal, when I become the Pirate King, I must..."
It wasn't until the policemen turned the next intersection, and a carriage rushed in and out of the night, that Peasle came out with his hands in his pockets and his head shrunk.
Pearce knew that his current mood was very wrong, but it was all worth it.
"As long as, as long as..."
He was planning the future in his mind, and raised his right hand to stroke his chest in a short shirt.
"Huh, damn the weather."
Shivering again, he shook his head like an old dog in the water. Holding on to the stone wall of the shop at the intersection, he took two deep breaths, waited until the dizziness in his head disappeared, and then staggered forward.
After walking two streets, he reached into his pocket with his right hand and took out a small copper-colored key. The moment he turned into the alley, he suddenly stopped.
In the middle of the alley stood a man in a black robe.
Without panic, he stretched out his callused hand and snapped his fingers quickly. There was only a bang, and the man in black was blasted into the sky by the explosion on the spot, but what fell to the ground was not a stone but a piece of wood.
"Hmph, fake body~"
Middle-aged pirates have fought the oceans for decades, and tonight was not unusual.
He looked up at the twin moons above his head, confirmed that it was not an illusion or a dream, and then put his fingers in his mouth and blew violently. As the sharp whistle spread in all directions, he turned to look at the road behind him, and a figure was forced to withdraw from the invisible state.
The stranger in black robe stretched out his white finger, just like what happened just now, the ground under Peasle's feet also experienced a violent explosion.
Both have the same abilities.
He does not dodge or dodge, and the souls of the drowned appear on the surface of his body. These souls who are forced to sacrifice protect the master of the spell from outside harm.
Grinning to reveal scorched teeth:
"Hi girl!"
The one-eyed black eye showed a fierce look, but he also knew that the battle must end as soon as possible, and the explosion just now would cause a lot of trouble.
There was the sound of metal clashing in the sky, as if the ship was dropping its anchor. Amid the sound of chains, a snake-like black metal chain appeared from the shadow under the black-robed man's feet, leaped upwards, and entangled her right hand.
"Ha~"
The middle-aged pirate rushed forward with a morbid smile, almost crossing the street in one step. He punched out his right fist, but was caught by the black robe woman's left hand.
A more nasty smile appeared on his face, and the moment the two fists met, his mouth split open. On the scorched yellow teeth missing one front tooth, there is actually a black hair wrapped around it.
Compared to the chains just now, this hair is more like a pounced snake towards the woman who can't move her hands. A miserable howl echoed in the air, the voice of the soul in the hair.
The woman suddenly raised her head, revealing her face that was originally hidden under the hood. On the delicate face, gold powder and silver powder together form a strange and sacred pattern.
"Exorcism Seal? She already knew that I had…"
Hoover Peasle thought of many possibilities in an instant, he quickly stepped back, and finally recited the familiar incantation. The sound of the waves of the sea came from one end of the street, and the rapid current separated the two of them on both sides of the street.
He turned around and ran towards the alley, but he didn't expect that a man with a cane was already waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.
"[Knowledge endowment]!"
Before he could dodge in time, the silver sheet of light collided with the running pirate. The speed of his advance made the unconscious man slide forward a few feet, and collapsed on the ground, motionless.
"[Profane production]!"
Jenkins bent down and watched the vines protruding from the void insert/into the man's temples on both sides, and after a few seconds of sucking/sucking, an extremely illusory coin was left behind.
"Give the knowledge of blasphemy first, and then make blasphemy, and you still get less than one-thousandth of a coin. It seems that this cheating method doesn't work, what a pity..."
Standing up, I watched Miss Magic, who had cleared the seawater, come from the alley.
Although it is a bit exaggerated to summon the turbulent sea water out of thin air and pass through the entire street, this is the power of a high-level bestower. Fortunately, the sourceless water disappeared soon after losing the control of its owner, and Miss Magic was able to come over to check the situation.
"I've passed out, and I think it's unlikely that I'll wake up. If you want to do something, we must hurry up. The movement just now was a bit loud."
"I know."
The woman squatted down over Jenkins, and at some point there was a silver dagger in her right hand. This description does not mean that the material of this dagger is pure silver, but it is more like mercury that flows but is fixed by an invisible shell.
She didn't pay attention to Mr. Candle and his cat staring from behind, and lifted the middle-aged pirate's shirt to expose his chest.
"Tut tsk tsk~"
Jenkins sighed behind her, because the man had a skull-like tattoo on his chest. This is not an ordinary tattoo on the right shoulder of a pirate. The skull itself seems to be alive, with blue flames flickering slightly in the sunken eye sockets of the skull.
"What is this... if you don't mind telling me."
This is somewhat of an intention to spy on other people's secrets, so Jenkins added the latter sentence.
Miss Magic didn't speak, but took out a small glass bottle from her pocket, and dumped the salt-like particles inside. As the white particles came into contact with the skull, there was a constant squeak, and the blue flame in the eyes of the skull tattoo went out after a few shakes, and the skull, which could still make expressions, remained motionless, completely turning into a normal tattoo. look.
She slowly touched the skin with the flowing mercury-like dagger, and cut off the skin on her chest with a very unfamiliar technique. Compared to the coroner at the police station morgue, it's clear that Miss Magic has done nothing like it. Anyway, by the time she got what she wanted, the original owner of the tattoo was dead.
In Jenkins' eyes, the skin with the skull tattoo itself has a dim black aura. The strength of the aura shows that this is not a permanently effective transcendent item, but it must also be related to the weird thing.
Miss Magic took out a roll of parchment tied with a ribbon from the large pocket on the outside of the robe. Carefully spread the parchment roll out on the ground, with the skin on top of the parchment. With the sound of a low-pitched incantation, the piece of fresh human skin slowly melted away, leaving only the tattoos branded on the parchment.
There are two blood spots on the edge of the parchment, which is the only evidence that can prove the origin of the skull pattern on the paper.