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The man smiled gently, and this laughter seemed to have magic power, directly dispelling the cold brought by the ghost, and returning the old dirty mouth to the world. He walked out of the darkness, his face still blurred, and then he shoved the green gem into Old Dirty Mouth's arms.

"We agreed, it's your reward—plus, what you're doing is meaningful, old gentleman. I personally admire a man like you who dares to turn back a prodigal son."

"The Guard is Here"

He patted Old Dirty Mouth on the shoulder, and a warm current poured in from there, making his back straight. The right leg that had been bent and dragged on the ground made a rattling sound at this time. Bones were repositioned, broken nerves and scars were repositioned. Even his sore shoulders and Moho's eyesight improved.

"This... what is this?"

The old pirate raised his hand incredulously. His eyesight had never been better, and his body had never been better.

"A gift, I hope you like it." He heard the man's smiling voice, and then he disappeared together with the ghost who took back his name.

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A ghost named Pike leads him through the streets of Bilgewater. He is a local, and he is very familiar with the place. He Shenyan watched with interest the way he walked, the ghost walked straight through the wall, leaving a series of wet footprints on the ground.

Interesting. He Shenyan thought.

A vengeful spirit shaped by the sea with self-awareness.

They crossed the tortuous streets and passed several slowly flowing dark rivers. All the way to a tavern in the lower city. It's filthy and chaotic—and that's the eternal tone of Lower Bilgewater. Here, there is an unspoken truth: the higher the place, the higher the place.

This has nothing to do with Bilgewater's geography, in short, those really clean and tidy streets and elegant enjoyment are in Uptown.

People with a few dollars in their pockets frequent uptown taverns or brothels to have fun and sip wine. Then, in a few days, go back to the port in the lower city and join a life-and-death voyage. Come back alive and do it again.

The signboard of the tavern in front of them was very old, made of sea beast bones nailed to a wooden sign. It's a nice name,

It's called lard skin - god knows why a pub has that name.

Pike stood in front of the door, quietly listening to the noise coming from inside. The sound of wine glasses slamming against each other, the frivolous laughter of the waitress, the brutish roars of the men, and the screams of some who failed to gamble.

"It's here," he said with his head down. "The hidden stronghold of the Baru people..."

"It doesn't look like it—well, I thought they would find a quieter and cleaner place." He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and said, twitching his fingers to make the sewage meandering at the door disappear. He seemed to be standing on the ground, but in fact he was always floating.

"No one can understand what the Baru thinks," Pike replied in a gloomy voice. "And, I don't understand, why you came to them."

"Only entrusted by others..."

The mage gave Pike an ambiguous smile. "Our deal is done, Pike. You can do what you want."

The unjust death stared at him, and after a long time he asked a question: "Why do you want to save me?"

"I didn't save you, it was you who saved yourself - you didn't want to die like this, and your consciousness was connected with thousands of unjustly dead souls in the sea. The sea sent you back."

Pike nodded blankly. "...Yes, is that so?"

"It's more than that." He Shenyan explained patiently for him. "Of course they'll ask you to avenge them - Pike, prepare yourself. You'll probably be tied to this port city for the rest of your life, and you'll be here to hunt those people until your soul is gone. Scum and scum."

He grinned, and even though Pike was dead, he still felt chills in his spine: "...and this place just happens to be everywhere."

The ghost left silently, and starting tonight, his hunt officially started.

He Shenyan stood at the door of the lard skin tavern with his hands behind his back and did not choose to enter.

If the place didn't always smell fishy, ​​he'd go in. Like the time with Geralt, they had a rather pleasant half evening with the local sheriff in the tavern listening to the sailors sing. However, the fishy smell here is a bit too heavy.

He snapped his fingers, and the fluctuation of magic power spread gently, extending all the way to the underground of the tavern. Before long, the door of the tavern was opened.

A burly woman came out, carrying a golden statue on her back. Slightly larger in size than a wine barrel, but many times heavier.

Even regardless of her gender, her physique is amazing from a human perspective. He Shenyan raised his eyebrows. According to his calculations, the priest of the Baru people was at least 2.5 meters tall. The two exposed arms were extremely strong, and the muscles were bulging high, and a kind of beauty of strength naturally emerged.

"Your Excellency..." She spoke cautiously, her voice low, but not unpleasant. "who is it?"

"A messenger."

He Shenyan found himself more and more like to use this kind of ambiguous language to mislead people. This kind of bad taste will make people's faces look puzzled. They will think and try to solve the mystery thrown by him. . The mage had to admit that he had indeed become the riddleman he hated the most.

Sure enough, doubts appeared on the face of the priestess: "But... I clearly sense the breath of Nagakaporos."

"Ah, yes, I'm here to deliver the letter for her."

He Shenyan clapped his palms, and called out a blue-green tentacle in the Priestess' increasingly puzzled eyes. The moment she glimpsed the tentacles, the priestess bowed her head reverently. The teachings of Nagakapolos do not require people to kneel. She is a stern god, but she does not require her followers to believe in her without a bottom line.

"I think this should prove my identity."

He Shenyan grabbed the tentacle and shook it gently. If this unfortunate tentacle is self-conscious, it should be very dissatisfied. Sadly, it doesn't.

The priestess' attitude changed to respectful: "Yes, my lord the messenger."

She changed her title from good to good: "What oracle do you want to bring to me?"

"Nagacapoulos asked you to prepare, the Night of Soul Eating must be terminated." He Shenyan touched his chin. "She also said, you're doing a good job...Ms. Illoyin, right?"

Tears flowed from the priestess' eyes, meandering down, and dripping down to the ground along the tattoos on her face. She lowered her head deeply, bent over, until He Shenyan could look down at her.

When she raised her head again, the mysterious man was gone.