The keel of a ship was located in the center of the bottom of the ship and was the main load-bearing part from the bow to the stern.
After discovering that there was something wrong with this broken keel, it was easy for Markus to find that the keel was not a complete piece. There were traces of it being pieced together.
He then followed the traces and split the keel in half.
After splitting the keel, there was a bone embedded in it like a mold. The bone was about a meter long. One end was broken, and the other end was the joint.
There were dense magic runes engraved on it.
"What bone is this?"
"There are magic runes on it. It's the work of a Magician!"
"This is a magic equipment."
"The bone is so big. Is it a bone from World of Warcraft? Is there such a big bone in Intermediate World of Warcraft? Could it be a bone from Advanced World of Warcraft?"
Looking at the bone, Gort and the others began to discuss.
Liszt's pupils were as deep as whirlpools. Through the Eye of Magic, he could see that there was a dense flow of magic in the bone.
The magic seemed to want to be released, but it was firmly locked by the magic runes on the bone. Only a few slightly dim magic runes had lost some magic power.
At this moment.
Markus wanted to reach out and pull the bone out of the keel.
But just as his hand touched the bone, the magic runes on it suddenly lit up one by one. Then, with a clatter, the lit magic runes quickly extinguished.
A dark light shot out from the bone and went straight for Markus's face.
Markus's reaction was fast. He threw the keel in his hand away and rolled on the ground. His posture might not be elegant, but his movements were fast. As he rolled, he pulled out his sword and counterattacked the dark light.
Boom!
The dark light was successfully blocked.
In the air, it suddenly dispersed and formed a faint human figure. It only had the upper body, and the lower body was like a tattered cloth. Its facial features could not be seen clearly, but it seemed to be the shape of a woman. It had full breasts.
There was a pair of hands dangling on both sides of the body. The palms were long and slender, and there were actually fingernails made of dim light. The fingernails were at least ten centimeters long.
"Protect the Lord!" Markus bellowed.
It was the first time that the retainer Knight had encountered such a strange scene, so they were somewhat flustered. However, they still quickly formed a circle around Liszt. Each of them pulled out their spears and nervously stared at the human-shaped thing floating in the air.
Gort took two steps back and gulped. His voice trembled as he asked, "What … is this?"
"You Hun!"
Liszt had been looking forward to seeing Spectre. Now that he had seen a real Spectre, he was not nervous at all. Instead, he felt a little excited.
He found the world more and more interesting.
Not only was there magic and combat aura, not only were there dragons and elves, but there were also all kinds of magical existences. Ghosts had already been proven to be real. Then, would the vampires, werewolves, unicorns, and singing demons that were described in the Knight's novel also exist?
There were also giants and gnomes, which had also appeared in the Knight's novel. Did they exist?
Even the humanoid elves, which were also called elves but were as highly intelligent as humans, did they exist?
"You Hun?" Gort screamed, "Is it really a Spectre? There really are Spectre. Incredible. Markus, you can definitely kill the Spectre, right?"
Markus and the Spectre were in a tense confrontation.
In fact, it was not really a confrontation, because since the Spectre failed to attack Markus and appeared, it had been floating in the air, staring blankly and motionless.
If it were not for the slight undulation of its body and the faint radiance, it would really look like a slide show.
"I can't guarantee that I can kill it. I have never seen a Spectre. It has no body, just a mass of light." Markus looked cautious and held the Knight's Sword with both hands.
Liszt, who was protected by the crowd, was still casting Magic Eyes.
He found that the magic in the bone did not seem to have anything to do with the Spectre. There was not much magic in the Spectre's body. Because whether it was the Magic Eyes or the naked eye, the Spectre he saw was a human half body composed of dim light and shadow.
He quickly recalled all the information about the Spectre.
The Spectre did not seem to be a ferocious ghost. In the Knight's novels, the protagonists all killed a child with a single slash, and there was no more detailed description of the battle. Even in bedtime stories, the Spectre was only regarded as a rare thing, not a harmful existence.
Just when Markus could not help but get ready to attack the Spectre.
He did not know which light was triggered.
Liszt suddenly felt that the Spectre could live in the dragon bone, which was a bit like the genie in Aladdin's magic lamp. So he gently stroked his chest in his cloak and took out the floating bottle made of unknown metal from the space ring. Then he threw it to Markus.
"Teacher Markus, try to see if you can put the Spectre in it."
This was just a whim of his, a little whimsical.
But what was amazing was that when the bottle fell into Markus' hands, the Spectre suddenly rushed towards Markus. When Markus wanted to intercept it with his sword, the Spectre had quickly submerged into the metal bottle.
"Uh …"
Liszt was a little stunned.
He never thought that he would actually subdue the Spectre, which was incredible.
But when Markus carefully held the bottle and walked over, he quickly put away his surprise, with a calm face, and handed the bottle cap to Markus.
Markus quickly closed the bottle cap.
A few magic threads flashed, and the metal bottle and the cap had been merged into one, without any gap.
"My Lord, your Magic Bottle." Markus respectfully handed the bottle over. He could not see through the lord he followed, as if everything was under the other party's control.
The Ghost of the Shipwreck did not encounter any twists and turns.
Liszt took back the bottle, put it back under his cloak, avoided the gazes of others, and directly sent the bottle into the gem space. He did not want to be in close contact with the Spectre, so he sent it to the gem space where everything was still. It would not be too late to study the Spectre after he had investigated it.
"But then again, this Spectre is at least 36D."
… …
The metal bottle required the blood of a descendant of the Sun to open.
Currently, the only source of blood was the leathersmith shop's old leathersmith. The old leathersmith Phil and the servingman Jesse still did not become father and son, but the two were still very close, not father and son but more like father and son.
The old leathersmith was, after all, old, so Liszt only used the jade bottle to collect a small amount of his blood and did not ask for more. At the same time, he brought a lot of food for the old leathersmith as compensation.
"Jesse, take care of the old leathersmith, I only took a little of his blood for research, I don't want to hurt him. The work in the castle can be shared by other servingmen, I will let Mr. Carter arrange it. The most important thing for you now is to take care of the old leathersmith. "
"Yes, my Lord." Jesse nodded.
The old leathersmith said: "To be able to contribute to Sir Lord is Old Phil's honor."
Liszt smiled slightly: "It is good that you can think that way."
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