Houdini's face looked haggard in just half a day. It was obvious that he did not have time to take a shower. He must have suffered a lot of setbacks before he had to come looking for them.
The old mage did not hold back and frankly told them what had happened to him. As he poured out his troubles, the suffocating feeling in his chest that felt like he could vomit blood at any time dissipated.
"… In the end, they even returned my thesis without even taking a look at it. This is probably the most frustrating thing I've ever experienced in Lassiman. Could it be that in their eyes, I've become a rat that everyone wants to beat up? I'm a magus! "
Houdini sighed. He picked up the juice that Roddy passed to him and gulped down a few mouthfuls. After his anger, he seemed a little weak. Houdini leaned back in his chair and continued in a low voice, "I'm afraid that our previous plans have been in vain. Lacheman's attitude towards us is obviously not that friendly. 'Crown of Late Autumn' is obviously a trap that was dug long ago. In this grand event, the Eiffta diplomatic corps will definitely be suppressed in various ways. "
"Let's take one step at a time. In fact, plans and whatnot are just ideas. The current situation is not as complicated as you think. At least, there is no reason for me to change my mind. "
Roddy playfully twirled the silver fork in his hand and smiled. "In fact, their attitude actually gives me more room to perform. Don't worry. One day, they will come crying to you for the papers. "
Houdini knew that Roddy could not be judged by common sense. He nodded. "Just let me know if you need me to do anything."
He knew that there was no need to stay here, so he got up and left. Roddy sat on the table and looked at Houdini's back. He retracted his gaze and secretly glanced around. From the pier to here, he had always felt that someone was following him. However, he did not know which force it was.
This was not Elson. Although Roddy had arrogantly beaten up two groups of people today, he clearly knew when to make a fuss and when not to. Facing this hidden spy, Roddy did not act rashly to alert the enemy. Instead, he retracted his gaze.
He finished the drink in front of him and walked back to the hotel. Soon, he met Akasha and the others who were about to walk around. After thinking for a while, he changed his clothes and went out with them.
****
At the port, the flagship "Boratini" had already left for the military port for maintenance after transporting all the goods. Therefore, the area around the pier seemed rather empty at this moment. However, as the sky gradually turned dark and the fishing boats returned, this place became bustling once more.
Recently, the fishermen's harvest was a lot more than usual. For them, who relied on the sea to make ends meet, this was indeed something worth being excited about. Today was no exception. The people who disembarked from the fishing boats all had smiles on their faces as they loudly boasted about the size of the fish they caught today.
However, listening to their conversation, Broom's mood did not improve at all.
He was the "porter" that Erwin had thrown directly into the sea this afternoon. His real identity was actually the head of a gang in Duriel who liked to fight.
He had brought his subordinates here today because he had received an "appearance fee" of three gold coins from Ballenner's employer.
He had thought that this would be a simple "performance," but who knew that he had run into an iron plate. Being thrown into the sea was actually nothing to him, but he couldn't get back the face he had lost in front of his subordinates … For a gangster who relied on his face to make a living, it was basically impossible for him to return to his original position in the future.
Therefore, after he went ashore, he felt too ashamed to go back. He took off his shirt and dried it at the pier. Even now, he was still sitting there like a statue.
And just as Broom was thinking about his life, there was a sudden commotion near the pier. The sound came from afar, and then he saw many people curiously surrounding a certain fishing boat. Broom raised his head in confusion, but he was almost kicked by a fisherman who ran past him. He cursed, "Reckless b * stard." After he got up, he could not suppress the curiosity in his heart, and looked in the direction where the group of people had gone.
"Are they in such a hurry to feed Boris?"
"Boris" was the "Sea God" that the Lessiman fishermen believed in. Whether the ruling class was Mages or the former clergy of the Church, the toiling masses at the bottom of society all worshiped this god. And in the words of the fishermen, "Boris" was a guy who was a hundred meters tall, had immense strength, and could control the wind and the rain.
Broom had been a gangster for a long time, so he basically had no clean words. He cursed as he dodged the fishermen who ran past him, and he slowly approached the fishing boat that was almost surrounded by people.
"Heavens, what is this?!"
"This is the messenger of Boris!"
"Bullsh * t … This is a murloc!"
"Nonsense, when have you ever seen such a huge murloc?"
When Broom heard the discussions around him, he became increasingly curious about what had attracted so many people. He was used to being arrogant at the pier. Seeing that there were too many people to squeeze in, he pushed the people in front of him away. Some of the fishermen turned around and wanted to curse, but when they saw that it was Broom, they all shut their mouths.
Thus, the leader of the gangsters easily came to the fishing boat and pushed aside the last guy in front of him. At a glance, he saw the few corpses lying on the deck of the fishing boat. It would have been better if he did not look, but when he took a closer look, he was immediately shocked by the blue-skinned corpses!
In the sea, bright colors often meant danger. The creatures with four limbs and tails in front of him had very conspicuous blue spots on their bodies. Their skin was as smooth and oily as frogs. They were all about three meters long. Not including their tails, the length of their bodies alone was about two meters. Their limbs were long and powerful, and their claws were like daggers that flashed with cold light. The mouths on their heads were abnormally huge, and it felt like they could bite off a normal human's head with a single bite.
There were many wounds on their corpses. It seemed like they had been attacked by their own kind or simply killed each other. Just the thought of the strength of these guys underwater made Broom shudder …
People who lived by the sea were full of awe for the creatures in the sea. Many times, even a half-meter-long fish could kill people, let alone this three-meter-long guy. If it was a marine creature that produced a Magic Crystal, then the fishermen would not even have time to hide — Broom's grandfather had been seriously injured by a "Swordfish" that flew out of the sea, and in the end, he died.
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