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"I was once a pirate. Now, I'm an Emir of Araby." The Alchemy Mage Karim told his story in a dull tone, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated to him. "I was born in Araby. That's right, it's the country that was destroyed by the Brittany and the Empire during the Flaming Red Expedition. Now, there are only a few scattered tribes left. I was born there, and I awakened my magical talent when I was young."
"After that, just like those cliché stories, a powerful Genie Warlock accumulated an uncountable amount of wealth during decades of ocean voyages. During an expedition, he ignored the ancient fables and entered the legendary Ship Burial Grounds, stealing a large amount of cursed wealth."
"As he grew older and sat on countless gold and silver, the temptation caused by sea robbery was gradually replaced by his desire to return to the coast of his hometown. But when he returned home, what awaited him was a city in flames. The clues pointed to the Ship Burial Grounds. The legendary Undead Pirate, the owner of the Ship Burial Grounds, Count Noktras, had his revenge."
"He lost his family and everything. In his anger, he chose revenge. He made a wish to the Genie and used his soul as the price in exchange for great power. But even though he had a large number of excellent crew members and sailors, and his flagship, the Burning Cutlass, could defeat the High Elves' ocean-going ships, he still failed. One of his eyes was taken away, and he barely managed to escape from the Ship Burial Grounds with his defeated troops."
Forgen understood. "You want revenge? You want me and my men to sail into the Ship Burial Grounds to die for you? "
"No, my conditions aren't that harsh." The Alchemy Mage Karim shook his head. "I once led the Araby Fleet, which consisted of more than thirty ships, to attack the Ship Burial Grounds, but I still failed miserably. Now, I only have my flagship, the Burning Cutlass, left. Are you an idiot, or am I an idiot? "
"Then what are your conditions?" Anglo shouted in dissatisfaction. "If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't leave the rest hanging!"
"My condition is that Count Noktras won't stay in Shipwreck Graveyard forever. If we find a chance one day, Sir Fogen, I want you to help me kill this vampire pirate once and for all!" Master Jin finally showed an angry expression. "Pay attention, I'm talking about the right opportunity. If you agree, I'll join you with my subordinates. I'll pledge my loyalty to you."
Forgen didn't agree as easily as Karim had imagined. He pondered for a few seconds and suddenly asked, "Then, what is the soul you mentioned before? What is equivalent exchange? Why do you say my soul is better than the Tyrian's? You play with souls? "
"I don't play with souls." The Arabian said coldly, "I made a wish to the Genie. This wish is fair. I used my soul in exchange for great power. The Genie is fair. We once made an agreement that if I could replace my soul with a better and more valuable one, it would return my soul to me."
"Very good. No wonder you're interested in other people's souls." Forgen understood. "That's one of the reasons why you publicly recruited partners in Milagliano. You're so cruel."
"If I could find a more valuable soul, then why not? If I could find a more valuable partner, then why not? " Master Jin's tone was flat and even a little regretful. "The only trouble is dealing with trash. Like the Tyrian, he can't be my partner, and he's not a more valuable soul. I've dealt with a lot of trash like him."
"You're so cruel. You killed them all?" Angran immediately realized that the Arabian had committed a grave sin.
"Trash also needs to be sorted out. If the Tyrian hadn't coveted the secret of the Genie and tried to climb over the wall to make a wish, I wouldn't have ordered his death. I used to be a pirate, but that was a long time ago." Metal mage Karim shook his head. "The soul of the loser will be placed on the scale to measure whether the conditions for the exchange are met. Unfortunately, they are not. I want to use that vampire pirate's soul to exchange for mine!"
"Can the Genie really grant all wishes?" Forgen asked.
"You want to make a wish? You can try. In theory, yes, but you have to remember that the genie also obeys the principle of equivalent exchange. You can try to make a terrible wish and see how much you have to pay for it. "Karim looked at Fu Gen." Do you want to give it a try? Remember, once you make a wish, you can't go back on it or deny it. But the Genie is always fair, just like me. If you can give it a higher price, you can get back what's yours. "
Was this the nature of the Genie? Forgen understood.
Angelo was still puzzled by what he said.
"Vampire pirates … I've fought with them. There's a place in Lucia called the Vampire Coast. A group of undead is entrenched there." Forgen was thoughtful. "Luther Haakon? He fought with Lord Hua Hua, and he also fought with me. "
"The end?" Master Jin's interest was slightly piqued.
"I defeated him, but in the absence of a navy, no one dared to fight him on the Vampire Coast." Forgen shook his head. "The cannons of his undead fleet were too powerful. My army and I didn't dare to approach the coast, otherwise we would be drowned by the cannons' firepower."
"Very good, Luther Haakon. I know him. It seems that joining you was the right decision. Then … let's have a happy cooperation!" Karim extended his hand to Forgen.
"Happy cooperation!" Forgen hesitated for a moment before finally extending his hand.
A covenant was signed in front of the two of them. Master Jin knelt on one knee in front of Forgen and offered up his flaming scimitar, swearing allegiance to him in the name of the Genie.
His subordinates included three hundred Araby Guards, three hundred Araby Archers, two hundred Araby Camel Cavalry, and one hundred Araby Knights. In addition, there were also a large number of sailors and servants.
Forgen generously returned Master Jin's flaming scimitar to him. The covenant was considered complete.
Master Jin generously gave Forgen a pure-blooded Elven Warhorse that he had captured in the war as a means of transportation, and Forgen accepted it without hesitation. Angran was quite envious of him, because only a pure-blooded Elven Warhorse could easily carry a knight weighing several hundred pounds and sprint back and forth without feeling tired.
Even though he had a Hippogryphs, Angran still hoped to have a pure-blooded Elven Warhorse of his own. The Hippogryphs were too big of a target, and it really wasn't convenient to travel with them. To put it simply, a pure-blooded Elven Warhorse was a luxury car, while a Hippogryphs were tanks.
With Angran's pride, he definitely wouldn't be willing to put down his face and ask Laing for one, because even Laing himself didn't have many of them.
At night, the summer sky was filled with stars. The white Milky Way lay quietly in the blue sky. The bright stars were flashing in the Milky Way. They were like countless beacon lights floating on the river. It was so colorful, so beautiful, and so mysterious. But it was also so cold and heartless. The nightmare of the subspace still haunted the main material universe. The curse that couldn't be removed still haunted the fate of mortals.
Survival wasn't a right that people were born with. It was a trophy that the forgotten heroes snatched from the cold Milky Way.
Forgen and Angran stood under the starry sky. The two geno prototypes raised their heads and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
"Arabi Geno Geno. That is interesting." Angran looked at Forgen and said, "This world is very complicated. I have been wondering why Father put Laing in this world."
"Do you want to make a wish to the Geno Geno Geno Geno?" Forgen's lips curled up. He knew Angran still missed his brothers and sisters.
"Hey, if I make a wish, then I must make another one hundred wishes!" Angran couldn't wait to tell Forgen his thoughts.
"Ha!" Forgen laughed. He couldn't stop laughing as if he had encountered something funny. "Ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
"D * mn it! You sissy! What are you laughing at?" Angran was a little angry. "What are you laughing at?"
"Ha ha ha … Making a wish. Have we not seen this kind of thing before? Zhuang Sen's Caliban has a similar alien holy item. It is a similar wishing machine. If this kind of wishing machine is really useful, why doesn't Zhuang Sen wish for the four gods of chaos to die? "Forgen couldn't stop laughing.
"…" This d * mn sissy! Faced with this question, Angran couldn't answer. He had to ask, "Why?"
"Because everything is always fair." Forgen thought for a moment. He knew Angran really didn't know, so he decided to explain. "Think about it. In Karim's description of the Geno Geno, what did he emphasize?"
"It needs a soul?" Angran asked casually.
"No, another one."
"An equivalent exchange?"
"Yes, an equivalent exchange." Forgen nodded and looked at the stars. "The wishing machine is essentially such a thing. Angran, have you been to a tavern?"
"Of course." Angran nodded. "But what does this have to do with the wishing machine?"
"The wishing machine is essentially a tavern. This tavern only opens once. You have a gold coin in your pocket. This gold coin is your soul. The Geno Geno Geno is the bartender. You can use this gold coin to choose any wine in the tavern. You can also ask the bartender to do anything with this gold coin, as long as it is within his ability."
"Well, that's an apt description." Angran nodded in agreement.
"And your so-called request for a hundred more wishes is nothing more than using this gold coin to get a pass. With this pass, you can freely enter and leave the tavern." Forgen smiled and raised a bottle of Tyrell wine. "Old Classic Conti." He handed it to Angran. "Think about it carefully. What's the problem?"
Angran signaled he did not like to drink that. The World Eater geno prototype took out a large military jug and drank it. It was filled with dwarven Bagman beer. He lowered his head and thought for a while. He raised his head and said, "No more. There is no more gold coin."
"Yes, there is no more gold coin." Forgen nodded. "This is the essence of the wishing machine. An equivalent exchange is so cold and cruel. Without sacrifice, there is no gain. If you want something, you have to pay an equivalent price."
"Hey, under the hands of those ancient saints, you, a sissy, have become a philosopher?" Angran mocked him. "I have to say, you are already a poet, brother."
"Ha ha! Angran, I have a plan, and I need your help." Forgen laughed and quietly said, "Our nephew is about to be born. We need a good gift. I have news. In the Tyrell palace, there is a piece of ancient saint jewelry that is over 5,000 years old. It is made of black gold. It has the blessings and great power left behind by the ancient saints. It is not easy to get."
"Oh, such a good thing. I have no reason to refuse, right?"
"Let's cooperate. I will take 60%, and you will take 40%."
"No, it should be 70% for me and 30% for you."
"It is a bit like the Great Expedition of the past. Ha ha!"
"Ha ha ha!"
I am the dividing line of the Great Expedition …
Old World, Brittany, Earl of Glamorgan, Duke's Castle
The door of the master bedroom was opened, and a dark elf in a standard black and white maid uniform walked in. She wanted to wake Laing up, but when she came in, she found that Laing was already up and sitting in front of the table dealing with official documents.
Ever since Laing returned, he took over the military and political power from Sylvia and Suria, who was in charge of government affairs from behind the curtain. He handled the government affairs himself. Although Sylvia was a little unhappy, she still handed over all the power because these powers belonged to Laing in the first place. The solemn maid wanted to see if Laing would be flustered in the face of these government affairs, but Laing took over all the government affairs perfectly.
This caused Sylvia's impression of Leon to change. The head maid thought to herself that there really weren't many Holy Grail Knights in the entire kingdom who had this ability other than Francois.
Then, Laing promoted two new court officials from the nobles of the kingdom. They were Goffin from the Empire and Steve from the old Musillon. These two court officials, along with Cassenberg and the other two, formed Laing's internal affairs team to assist him in handling the internal affairs. The court officials who were chosen by Laing were naturally excellent in internal affairs, and their presence temporarily alleviated Laing's shortage of manpower.
"Master ~ You're up?" The dark elf quickly walked over to Ryan's side.
"Yes, I'm up. What's the matter?"
"The Holy Knight, Mr. Alfred Frey, is back. You have an appointment with him for dinner and then go to the hot spring together," the dark elf said in a low voice. The dark elf whispered, "Master, Mr. Alfred is here. He's waiting for you in the guest room on the second floor."
"You should call him Knight Captain now." Laing smiled. "He has become a Knight Captain. The headquarters of the Church of Justice have sent a whole team of paladins, a team of ascetics, and a dozen or so paladins to help him build the Freya Ancient Church District."
"It makes no difference to me, master." The dark elf shook her head, her long black hair exuding a faint fragrance.
"By the way, Olica, I have a gift for you." Laing suddenly remembered something. He reached out and pulled open a cherry wood drawer. "I promise you'll be pleasantly surprised!"
"Master, what are you giving me?" As expected, the dark elf said with some anticipation. She walked over with little stars in her eyes.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Laing took out a large box decorated with gems from the drawer. The Duke smirked. "Ten pairs of pantyhose! The best unicorn pantyhose! White, grey, brown, brown, and black. This newly researched product has excellent softness and closeness to the skin! The texture is gorgeous, the texture is good, and it's elastic! I'll give it to you, Olica! "
"… Master, you're really hopeless!" The little stars in the dark elf's eyes disappeared. She looked at Laing sideways and paused for three seconds. Then the smile on her face became even brighter. "You know what? Master, if a man in Nagaros played such a bad joke with me, I would cut him with a dagger and soak him in a blood pool as a specimen! "
"Uh …" The smile on Ryan's face froze. He suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing from below. It was chilly.
"But for master's sake, I'll accept it." The dark elf took the box from Laing's hand. "Go ahead, master."
"Well, let me hear it. Alfred has encountered some problems. This kid must be in trouble to come to me at this time."
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