The Legend of Fatality

After a detailed discussion with the president of the Fatalin Association, Amen Cannon, Roger de Flo decided to stay on Fatalin Island and hoped that Audrik Kaosus could send someone to follow his mercenary regiment People sent, although he did not have much hope for how many people could come. He did make them live too peacefully, and he was worried that very few people would want to continue his life with a knife-lipped lifestyle like mercenaries.

But he has another worry, since a week, there has been cheers every morning to wake Roger. It started very early, tearing him out of his sleep, making the noise like a close fight.

When he first heard it, he thought it was a fight, but now he knew it was just their **** stupid movement. He did not understand why the residents of Fatalin Island cheered to see a group of people competing for a ball. In fact, except for the so-called sword duel and magic duel before the match, he was not interested in the game about the ball.

But these people not only went to the stadium early to watch the game, but also shouted frantically, with the food provided by the surrounding vendors, it was like a holiday celebration. Roger found that closing the window would make the noise some relief, but it soon became unbearably hot. He couldn't be sure whether he slept for a while or did not sleep at all. So he can only leave the window open.

Roger rubbed his eyes, cursed, and struggled to get up from the bed. Another hot, dull day in Fatalin City. On the road, in the wild, he can always stay awake and open his eyes at any time; but here is different, boredom and heat make him lazy and tired. He staggered across the threshold and walked into the living room, mouth wide open, rubbing his chin with one hand.

Then he froze.

There is a stranger here. The man stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, bathed in sunlight. He was thin, with short hair clinging to the pothole scalp, his clothes were weather-beaten and weird, and his faded fabrics were wrapped like pockets.

Roger hadn't spoken yet, the man had turned and jumped to him quickly. "Are you?" The man asked, his smiling face sun-tanned, weather-scarred, and crumpled, like the folds of a leather boot that had been deep for years, which masked his age. He may be twenty-five years old or fifty years old.

"Roger." Roger whispered, taking a cautious step back toward the wall.

"Roger, aha." The little man bullied him, clutching Roger's hand with both hands, tight. "I can meet you," he closed his eyes and owed his body. "It's a great honor and opportunity!"

"Have you heard of me?" Roger asked curiously.

"Ah, I haven't heard of it, but all creations of the True God are always worthy of our highest tribute." He looked down again. "I'm the Brother Langford, a traveler from the Association of Outstanding Navigators. There are few under the sun The land is where my feet never stepped. "He pointed to the worn boots on his feet and spread his arms again. "From the mountains of the ridge of the world to the desert of Ai Erbai, from the plains of the old empire to the silvery waters of the Thousand Islands, I'm home forever! It's true!"

He speaks authentic Northern dialect, maybe even better than Roger. "Have you ever been to the north?" Roger asked again.

"When I was young, I had a short visit. I found the climate there to be a bit harsh."

"You speak well in northern languages."

"I, the Langford brothers, have almost no language proficiency. I have many talents of excellence, and it is just one of them to be proficient in various languages ​​without any difficulty." He straightened up. "The true God cares so much about me." Added a sentence.

Roger wondered if this was some kind of malicious joke: "What kind of wind is blowing you?"

"I was appointed!" His dark eyes light up.

"Specify?"

"Exactly! Lord Amen Cannon, President of the Fatalin Association! He invited me to come, and I came! This is my style! In order to get my outstanding talent, my organization received the most generous gift. But even without this I will come for the money. It ’s true! No penny! "

"really?"

"It's true!" The little man stepped back two steps, rubbing his hands, and began to walk around the room at a terrible speed. "The challenge of this task has greatly satisfied the pride of the Association of Outstanding Navigators, just as it has greatly satisfied the purse of the Association of Outstanding Navigators! It is true! I was selected from all the navigators in the world to complete this For the task! Me, the Longford Brothers! I, no one else! In a position like me, in a reputation like me, who can resist such a challenge? "

He stopped in front of Roger and looked at Roger expectantly, as if waiting for an answer. "Uh--"

"How can I refuse!" Longford shouted and walked around the house again. "How can I refuse! How to refuse? That's not my style! Travel to the edge of the world? What kind of story will that be! What a good inspiration it will bring to the world! Will— "

"The edge of the world?" Roger asked questioningly.

"I know!" The stranger grabbed Roger's arm. "It makes us so excited too!"

"This must be our pilot." Amen Cannon, dressed in plain white robes, appeared from the room. He was followed by a short mage. Roger didn't know his name, but the man's eyes were a little disturbing. .

"It is right here, the Longford brothers are waiting for the dispatch at any time. And you, let me be arrogant, must be my eminent employer, the President of the Fatalin Association, Amen Cannon."

"I am him." Amen Cannon nodded and admitted.

"Acquaintance with you," Longford said loudly, striding in front of Amenganong, holding his hand,

"This is a great honor and honor!"

"Everyone else. I hope your trip here is quite enjoyable."

"Travel will always make me happy! Forever! And I found that what makes me unhappy is the time between travels. It is true!"

Amen Cannon frowned at Roger, who could only shrug.

"How long will it take us to start our journey? I can't wait! I really want to get on the boat!" Langford said excitedly.

"It's coming soon, it should be coming soon, the expedition is still the last member. We still need to adjust a ship."

"Adjust the boat?"

"Yes, there may be a variety of problems in the place we are going to. I hope you can consider all the possibilities before going and supervise the transformation of this ship in our dock."

"Of course! It is my honor to take charge of this matter! Where should I tell the captain?"

"In fact, we can't determine the exact location." Amen Cannon said, "Go west to the ocean and then north until you can find the land. If you need to, search the sea." Amen Cannon Dayton, "Do you think it is feasible?"

The little man smiled and bowed deeply. "It's feasible, but few ships will go to Dakside or Northern Iceland. There are wars all day long, and the nearby waters are very dangerous. Hey, it can be said that pirates are rampant, and they are not the pirates on our side. It ’s hard to find a captain willing to go. "

"Really," Amen Cannon said, "but we already have a captain. Considering the danger of this journey, I think it is best to have two ships go together. As for the other captain-"

"You can help me choose, I think this is helpful ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Amen Cannon threw his bulging wallet on the table.

"Really helpful." The little man nodded and said.

"Be sure to find the Clippers. When you set off, I don't want to delay the day."

"You can rest assured," the navigator said, picking up a heavy wallet. "Slowness is not my style! By no means! I will find the fastest boat in All Tallinn for you! Yes! She will be as fast as the breath of the true God! She will ride the wind and waves like-"

"I'm afraid the fastest will not work, I'm ready for you." Amen Cannon said with a smile, "The other one is just enough."

The little man moved his head forward: "When is the departure time?"

"Within three months." Amen Cannon frowned and thought, "You need to adjust the ship, prepare plans, train the captain and the sailors to adapt to the new ship. On my side, I need to see if I can find that person, if not, I will Arrange for another person to go with you. "Then he looked at Roger," Why don't you go with him? "

"what?"

"Awesome!" The pilot shouted, "Let's go!" He took Roger's arm and dragged him towards the gate indiscriminately.

"Don't run out, Longford brothers!" Amen Cannon shouted behind.

The navigator has stepped into the corridor: "I will live up to my trust and save you money! Smart eyes, careful calculation, and clever tongue! But he is—" He smiled, "Three of my outstanding talents!" "