Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

After the first arrest, Mark rubbed his fingers on the trader's exchange. He didn't open it immediately to see what it was. Since the balance of fate approved this transaction, he would definitely not lose much.

He set his eyes on the other two light balls.

This time, he decided to respond to the appeal of [Bacchus] first.

[Dionysus] The power of the church is weaker than that of wealth. Although it believes in an independent Dionysian, most people believe that Dionysianism is just a branch of the Church of Wealth.

[Dionysus] The value of power is really not great.

Another reason is simple, he wants to save the most delicious harvest for last.

...

A hundred miles away, an elegant male noble was dining.

However, no one dared to say a word, whether it was the family members who ate together, the waiters who accompanied him, or the guards who were guarding him.

There was an extremely oppressive depression in the dining room.

From time to time, everyone watched the male nobles put food in their mouths along with a lot of spices, chewing like wax.

When the young lady accidentally knocked the silver fork against the delicate porcelain plate and made a loud clanging sound, she cried out in fright on the spot: "I'm sorry, Rhine, I, I didn't mean to!"

The expression on the young aristocrat's face just changed, and his soul was also pulled by a gray fog hand that appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly disappeared...

When the young nobleman came back to his senses, what he saw was a mysterious man holding a goblet and drinking a fine wine, leaning handsomely on a large throne.

The face of the mysterious man, like that of the noble man, was wrapped in mist.

After Mark changed his introduction, he got the same awe-inspiring attitude as the merchant lady just now.

Mark threw a similar question again.

He just wanted to verify the authenticity of the words of the merchant: "What is [abnormal]..."

The male aristocrat was obviously a little stunned, perhaps because of the difference in his knowledge, he shook his head with a wry smile, and talked eloquently: "I know a little, but not much, all I know is that in order to gain extraordinary power, you must join the church, and receive The control of the church, and even the emblem of the church on tattoos at home. The church takes a lot and gives very little. My family and I cannot accept it.”

Well, almost.

Mark probably knew that the Orthodox Church joined forces and played the monopoly game.

The male aristocrat was more vigilant, even though Mark had already heard his voice in the sea of ​​​​stars, at least on the surface, the male aristocrat looked like he couldn't get in.

For a moment, Mark wanted to change his trading partner.

It's a pity that most of the guys who need Dionysian power have dim light of their souls. Mark speculates that these guys are alcoholics who want to get drunk in a wine vat and bring him even worse benefits.

So Mark didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly proposed that he could provide Dionysian power.

The male aristocrat is obviously very cautious: "I don't need an introduction to extraordinary power. If you can, give me a small extraordinary item, so that I can taste the taste of exotic wine, then I will be satisfied."

This request made Mark's head go down a bit.

Fortunately, the dice are very powerful, and they actually changed the power of the rubbing, and made a weakened version of it.

It's just that there is no foreign country, and is it possible to do it in another world?

In a sense, the dice helped Mark to create a low-level [abnormal] out of thin air.

The only problem is that you need to intercept Mark's mind about a wine - cut out his memories of the wine forever.

Mark pondered for a while, first of all he couldn't get rid of Maotai, and then after 0.5 seconds of arduous ideological struggle, he sold [Asahi Beer].

Transaction complete.

The fantastic starry sky disappeared, and withdrew from the misty gray fog, Count Rhine was surprised to find that he still had a fork in his mouth and a delicious tasteless steak in his mouth.

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency?" Not only his wife, but other family members and even the attendants all cast concerned glances.

Earl Rhine was stunned for a moment, swallowed the food forcefully, put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, and said, "How long have I been away?"

"Leave?" His wife was a little dazed: "Dear, you were stunned just now."

"Just stunned...?" The earl smiled bitterly. All that just now felt like a long-standing dream. I can't talk about trembling, but what I say is enough to blow for a few months.

That's a pretty cool daydream...

wrong! ?

Rhein touched his waist and was stunned to find a portable iron flat wine bottle in his pocket at some point.

This is a bottle for poor alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol and take a sip at any time.

A true Wright noble would never use this style of wine bottle, let alone unscrew the cap and drink directly from the bottle.

Under the strange eyes of everyone in the dining room, he took out the wine bottle from his pocket with his trembling left hand, refused the waiter's help, poured a little white wine into the goblet in front of him, and took a sip.

Not to mention the mellow double-steamed wine, it has a cheap taste that chokes into the throat.

This should be hard.

In the next second, a moved tear fell from Earl Rhine's left eye socket.

too long!

too long!

Since he was assassinated and half of his tongue destroyed by poison, he has lost his sense of taste and eats everything like chewing wax. This is the first time he has had a real taste in three years since his injury.

The wine tasted bad, but it was real.

Count Rhine screamed in his heart: God! What the hell am I missing!

Ignoring everyone's gaze, he turned to look at the guard standing like a pine tree by the dining table: "Benister, my most loyal captain of guards. Tell me, how long have I been in a daze?"

"Your Excellency, it's about nine seconds, not more than ten seconds."

"Very good." Count Rhine wiped his mouth with a napkin again, and he had a decision in his heart...

...

Here, Mark watched as another light group arrived.

He decided to keep the blind box.

It's boring to open a blind box alone. If you want to open it, just open a few in one go.

Even if you are disappointed, you will never be disappointed.

Looking carefully at the 'starlight' in the sea of ​​​​stars, Mark finally chose a large star with a relatively low position, but with a dazzling light.

The brilliance of this star is no less than that of those soul stars in higher positions.

The key is that the frequency of his calls is still quite high.

Hundreds of miles away, the entrance to the Church of the Storm in a harbor.

"God of the storm! I beg you! Great storm sacrifice! Please be kind--" A giant man, 2.10 meters tall, knelt down at the door of the church, holding a It was a female corpse that had already started to stink. There is a clear opening on the neck of the female corpse, and a discerning person can know that it comes from a pirate machete by looking at the knife mark.

He was sobbing, but there were no tears, only dark tears on his face.

Because the tears have dried up.

At the door of the church, a rough man with a lightning emblem on his chest, the muscles on his face kept shaking, his eyes were full of tangle: "Conrad Fischer, I repeat, the Church of the Storm cannot grant your request. Recently The church has mobilized a large number of experts to explore the Nether Sea, and there will be no excess strength to crusade the pirates of [Poison Hook]."

"At least! At least an introduction to my strength..." Conrad howled.

The war sacrifice still shook his head: "In time, you will be a very good child of the storm. But potential does not mean strength, it takes time to exchange potential, and you obviously can't wait. You attack the group of pirates with the power of the Lord of the Storm, and there may be Caused a war between two factions. So, I'm sorry!"

The Storm War Rite gritted his teeth and closed the door of the church ruthlessly.

I don't know when, the torrential rain poured down, and in the bean-sized raindrops, a gray fog suddenly poured out, wrapping the kneeling big man.

When the big man named Conrad came back to his senses, what he saw was a demon with flames burning all over his body.

The opponent has the legendary demon horns, a burly body, and a large fork lingering in flames.

This look is typical.

The opening remarks are the classics.

"Mortal! Do you desire power?"

The big man was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately.

"Hahahaha! It turns out that there are really ghosts and gods in this world. I thought those supernatural powers were tricks made by supernatural beings. But it's just right, I don't care whether you are evil gods or demons, just take whatever you like. That's right! I must gain power! Extraordinary power to kill all my enemies!"

As soon as the giant finished speaking, Mark immediately commented in his heart: Too reckless.

This kind of practice of throwing out the trump card at once is not only a business, but also a taboo in any negotiation. This means that as long as Mark is ruthless enough, there is a high probability that he can lower the price recklessly. Blackmail out the bone marrow of the giant man.

well! This eldest brother must have encountered a very desperate and sad thing.

The cameo Mr. Demon once again sacrificed the balance, hehe sneered: "The god of [Lord of the Storm], Rio, do you want to?"

"of course yes!"

Mark used the big red demon hand with hook-like nails to put the rubbing on the tray at one end of the scale. Don't ask, the giant needs to put what he has on it.

The giant man is really reckless.

He pressed everything without hesitation. The balls of light floated out of him and flew smoothly to the tray at the other end of the scale.

A surprising scene happened.

The side of the bet was obviously too heavy, and the entire balance fell toward the giant man at an asymmetrical angle.

This is - Stud!

The giant man held his head high and stared at the huge demon who was at least ten meters tall in front of him.

If the dice allowed, Mark didn't really mind hacking the giant's chips.

Helpless dice do not give ah!

The demon (Mark) spoke up: "You don't need to press so much."

The giant man said loudly: "Then keep it, in case it's not enough, I'll change it again."

Mark rolled his eyes in his heart: I don't belong to the Church of the Storm, how can I find the intermediate rubbing of the Lord of the Storm sequence for you?

On the surface, the star giant smiled: "The premise is that you are still alive and you can use it."

The advancement of extraordinary power is not that simple.

The giant man has just stepped into the transcendent realm, and most of them can't help rushing over to take revenge, and he has gone all the way. This kind of person either miraculously kills the sky, or it is more likely to become cannon fodder, hanging on the tree for the enemy, and warning the overreaching avengers.

The giant stopped talking, he took about half of the chips and kept the balance roughly balanced.

Mark said lightly, "Deal."

When the copy of the rubbing floated in front of the giant man, the recklessness in the giant man's eyes, and the anger at all costs for revenge suddenly faded away.

The giant man gave Mark a devout salute that resembled a five-body throw to the ground, and knelt down forcefully, but couldn't bear it for a long time.

"Thank you, as long as I succeed in revenge this time, you will be the master I swear allegiance to."

Mark didn't say anything in particular: "It's just a deal."

"No!" The giant man's expression was very strange: "Actually, before your arrival, master, the soul priests of [Angry] have already looked for me. Their price is ten times higher than that of you, master, and they want me to become a chaotic war beast first. .My biggest wish is to complete revenge as a human, so I didn't promise him."

Evil cults really eat people without spitting bones.

Those who are willing to trade seriously, but have a great conscience.

mark:"……"

The giant man kowtowed violently: "Master, you don't need to hide your inner [justice] and [kindness] with such an ugly appearance. In any case, as long as I don't die this time, I will rush to the master as soon as possible. By your side, by your side."

Mark was speechless.

I always feel like I'm pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be a big prize.

After thinking for two seconds, what appeared to Conrad again was Mark in human form. The only cover up was that Mark added an extra golden mask to his phantom.

"It's all dictated by fate. Let's talk about it when you're alive."

A communication across time and space ended in a strange atmosphere.

Maybe it was just a beautiful encounter, or maybe it was the rise of a new organization.

The four who had traded in the void did not notice that in the clear sky, a rotten star had burned out, turned into countless stars and was swallowed up by the dark universe, and a new star with a faint light was rising. rise.